I Became a Supporting Character in a Martial Arts Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
No matter what I was thinking inwardly, the man in white finally released my wrist after a considerable amount of time had passed.
“I have a few questions for you—can you answer them?”
It was a question directed at me. Though I understood his meaning, the language still sounded unfamiliar, and after hesitating briefly, I nodded.
“You reportedly asked the person beside me who he was—do you truly not remember who he is?”
“…Yes.”
Although saying I didn’t remember someone I’d just met felt slightly odd, the atmosphere wasn’t right for explaining such nuances in detail. In any case, my interlocutor accepted my answer without concern and continued with his next question.
“Then, do you at least know where you are right now?”
“No…”
“Hmm, I see. That much might be understandable…”
He muttered softly to himself before asking again.
“Then, how old are you?”
If I were still in my original body, I could tell you my age, but right now I’m inhabiting the body of some child… Yes, for now, I’m merely possessing this body.
‘I’ll worry later whether this is real or not.’
There’s simply no better word than “possession” to describe it. Under these circumstances, it was only natural that I couldn’t possibly know this body’s age.
“…I don’t know that either.”
“I see. And your name?”
“I don’t know…”
After repeating “I don’t know” so many times, I started wondering if this was really acceptable. Yet the man in white merely nodded calmly as before, bent down, rummaged through the wooden box he’d set beside the chair, and murmured,
“Your speech is quite clear and precise… Let me see.”
He then pulled out a thin book.
“Can you read? Try reading this.”
The book, opened haphazardly to some random page, was thrust before my eyes.
‘He asked if I could read, yet didn’t even wait for my answer before shoving it in front of me.’
I stared shakily at the paper. To my surprise, the script resembled Chinese characters.
However, I’m unmistakably Korean, and although Korea belongs to the Sinosphere, we have Hangul—so I never seriously studied Chinese characters.
Meaning I knew very few of them.
Moreover, it wasn’t even certain whether these were genuine Chinese characters, so naturally, not knowing how to read them would be normal… yet…
“Adding licorice root and decocting it together may slightly enhance its efficacy…”
I could read it.
Was this a pharmacology text? I felt absurd even as I read it aloud.
“Good enough. You read well.”
Before I’d even finished a single line, the man in white closed the book and returned it to the box.
“That’s sufficient. You’ve endured enough right after waking—rest a bit longer.”
He spoke lightly, then turned toward the man in black who had stood silently beside me the entire time, gave him a meaningful glance, and picked up the box.
They left the room side by side, just as they’d entered, and the door closed behind them.
However, unexpectedly, they didn’t go far. Instead, they stood right outside the closed door and began conversing in lowered voices.
I couldn’t possibly miss this opportunity.
I focused all my senses to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“…explain it well to him. It seems his memory has been affected in certain parts…”
Some words were unclear, but I could grasp the general meaning. They seemed to believe my memory had been impaired.
“Is that truly acceptable? He… doesn’t even remember who he himself is…”
“When one suffers a great shock, such things occasionally happen. Though this case does seem… rather severe.”
“I see.”
“Perhaps it’s even fortunate… After all, the Sect Leader intends to accept him as a disciple anyway. Since Mount Hua belongs to the Dao Sect, entering as a disciple means severing ties with the secular world—so isn’t this situation perfectly suitable?”
Disciple? Dao Sect?
“You mean it’s better to leave him as he is?”
“At least for now… Consider this: if we guide his body and mind carefully while his memory remains absent, he’ll be better equipped to handle the shock should his memories eventually return.”
“That makes sense.”
“Exactly. Treat him naturally. The trauma must have been severe enough for a child to unconsciously suppress his own memories. Normally, memories lost to shock resurface on their own once the person stabilizes—so there’s no need to deliberately provoke them.”
“Understood.”
Perhaps because they assumed the occupant of the room was merely a child and thus let their guard down, their conversation—initially hushed—grew gradually louder toward the end, becoming distinctly audible.
Thanks to this, I managed to grasp the full gist of their discussion.
‘So they think I’ve lost my memory due to shock.’
For now, this misunderstanding was fortunate.
Setting aside terms like “Dao Sect” and “disciple,” whose meanings I couldn’t fully comprehend yet, it seemed the original owner of this body I’d presumably possessed had undergone some major ordeal.
She must have lost consciousness and lain here until, for some inexplicable reason, I seeped into her body.
Assuming this was reality, of course.
‘Then… where did the original owner go?’
I looked down again at my small hands.
An uneasy feeling naturally crept into my heart, but before I could dwell on it further, the person outside reentered the room. I quickly lowered my hands and turned to look at him, pretending I’d done nothing.
Only the man in black came in—the man in white had apparently left immediately.
He sat down on the chair beside the bed, appeared deeply contemplative for a while, then abruptly uttered a single word out of the blue.
“…Baek Yeoheun.”
“Yes?”
I widened my eyes and echoed the name. He added, his expression complicated,
“That’s the name you gave me when you spoke to me.”
“…Me?”
“Yes, Yeoheun.”
He continued slowly, deliberately enunciating so I’d hear clearly,
“And I am Yuwon, foremost disciple of Mount Hua. This place is within Mount Hua’s sect gates… Two days ago, I brought you here. Since your arrival, you’ve remained unconscious until finally waking today.”
It was around then that a flash of memory suddenly flickered through my mind like a spark of light.
‘Ah, this.’
Earlier, terms like “Dao Sect” and “disciple” had been meaningless to me when I overheard them, but now combined with the newly heard names—Baek Yeoheun, Yuwon, foremost disciple of Mount Hua—they branched out into coherent thoughts.
As pieces of information assembled, it was like a buffering video finally sharpening into clear resolution…
‘Could this possibly be…?’
…I remembered.
The name Baek Yeoheun belonged to a minor villainous side character who died early in some wuxia novel I’d read long ago—so long ago I couldn’t even recall the title!
Once the name surfaced, the book’s plot naturally followed.
Though I couldn’t remember the title, the opening chapters featuring “Baek Yeoheun” came back to me with surprising clarity and detail.
‘Perhaps it’s so shocking in a bad way that it stuck with me.’
Focusing on Baek Yeoheun, the story went like this:
Baek Yeoheun was born as the youngest daughter of the Baek Family, a mid-sized martial clan somewhere in the Central Plains. However, she received poor treatment within her household.
This was because her mother, who wasn’t a martial artist, died shortly after giving birth to her.
The novel’s setting resembled the medieval era—maternal death from childbirth complications wasn’t uncommon.
Yet instead of rationally accepting this, Yeoheun’s family chose to coldly neglect the young girl.
“If only you hadn’t been born, Mother would still be alive.”
“Stay out of my sight. You should be grateful we even keep you in this house—you, an ill-omened creature who devoured your own mother to be born.”
‘…Well, I suppose that was easier for them. They needed someone to blame.’
But Yeoheun’s misfortune didn’t end there.
Though neglected, she at least hadn’t worried about food or shelter—until one day, her family was attacked by mysterious masked assailants and annihilated overnight.
Strangely, these masked figures left Yeoheun completely untouched, instead ruthlessly hunting down and killing every other member of the household, down to the last person.
At that time, Yeoheun was probably… twelve years old.
A bewildered twelve-year-old thus became the sole survivor of the Baek Clan.
Fleeing the ruined estate, Yeoheun stumbled upon Yuwon, Mount Hua’s First Sword, who happened to be passing through a nearby forest, and he rescued her.
‘First Sword of Mount Hua—one of the Ten Great Masters of the Central Plains, the Plum Blossom Sword King.’
That was the man now sitting in the chair beside me.
Left utterly alone after her family’s destruction, Yeoheun instinctively recognized him as her only trustworthy hope and clung to him desperately.
“P-please help me! My family is all dead, and I’ve never stepped outside our home—no one even knows who I am! I don’t know what to do anymore…”
Yuwon investigated the situation, pieced together what had happened to the weeping child before him and what fate she’d narrowly escaped, and felt both a sense of responsibility as her discoverer and genuine human compassion.
After much deliberation, Yuwon decided to take Yeoheun to Mount Hua.
‘…Is this that very moment? Right after the incident, upon arriving at Mount Hua?’
It seemed so. Yuwon’s ongoing words had been continuously confirming my suspicions in real time.
“Since I’ve brought you to Mount Hua, I intend to take responsibility and accept you as my disciple. Once your body fully recovers, you’ll soon undergo the initiation ceremony. For now, rest and gather your thoughts. And…”
He paused briefly, then added with a resolved expression,
“From now on, address me as Master.”
It seemed unnecessary to make such a solemn face just to say that, but considering Yuwon’s personality, it was entirely fitting.
From the moment he entered Mount Hua, Yuwon had been the most talented among his martial brothers, driven by an intense will and burning desire to master the sword.
His talent and relentless effort brought him to the rank of Mount Hua’s First Sword well before reaching middle age—but at the cost of somewhat limited personal relationships.
In other words, before taking in Yeoheun, he’d never had a single disciple.
“…Yes, Master.”
I replied softly, my emotions tangled.
“Yes.”
Even that tiny acknowledgment—being called “Master”—elicited such a reply, deepening my conflicted feelings further.
For this man’s misfortune was precisely that his very first disciple would be “Baek Yeoheun.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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I feel complicated about her future fellow disciple. She could have had it easy but he is going to make it more difficult for her. I am sure of it
This part was interesting, especially the way everything was explained and master and haheun part is so cute. I wonder what will happen next.
This part was interesting, especially the way everything was explained and master and haheun part is so cute. I wonder what will happen next.