𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝟐: 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 1
“Ugh, damn it. It’s so humid.”
Ryu Ji-hwan pulled up the hem of his dull robe and shook off the rainwater that had soaked into his clothes.
Entering the building, he immediately lit the cigarette he had been holding back and put it in his mouth.
“Haa, now I feel alive.”
He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and flipped through the hologram floating in the air.
There, dozens of artifact lists he had received from the doctor were displayed.
All of them were top-tier artifacts that were difficult to obtain, and about half of them were items with such strict security that the country had designated them as national treasures.
“This crazy old bastard. How the hell did he make me go get this? I’m a hunter who kills people, not a thief.”
“It’s not the first or second time the old man has done something like this. We have to understand.”
Crowel, who was looking at the map, replied from the side.
“Even so, there has to be a limit. Does he think he’s a god or something? Damn. He gave me an arm and has bragged about it ever since.”
“He’s going to do it anyway, so why bother?”
“F*ck! Whose side are you on, tennis ball head?!”
Ryu Ji-hwan twisted his mouth as he looked at Crowel’s green hair.
Crowel tried to say something, but sighed and shook his head.
Knowing that an unnecessary quarrel would end with Ryu Ji-hwan’s double swearing, he didn’t even want to start.
“But is the artifact really here? It would be a waste of time if we did all this for nothing.”
“No, it will be there. The owner of this house is a successful IT guy and one of the world’s 100 richest people, but he used to be a hunter, so collecting items is his hobby.”
“Oh, really? I thought the paintings on the wall were a bit flashy. I can’t understand the hobbies of rich people.”
Ryu Ji-hwan walked down the corridor, touching the paintings and ornaments on the wall and dropping them to the floor, smashing them.
Crowel clicked his tongue from the side, but did not interfere.
They had broken into the mansion of Osman Khan, a wealthy Turkish man.
No, at this point, it could be seen as almost an attack rather than an infiltration.
“Excuse me. We’re looking for the great and mighty master.”
“Ryu Ji-hwan. We’re supposed to sneak in and steal the artifact right now? Can’t you calm down a little?”
“How can I calm down when I just broke down the door? Don’t you think a rich guy like this would have bodyguards waiting for him? Hehehe, there they come.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of men in black suits rushed towards them.
“Put your hands up! We’ll shoot if you move!!”
“Ah, damn it. What is this, a comedy? Heh heh heh. Isn’t it normal to kill them as soon as you see them?”
“Is everyone like you, Ji-hwan?”
“Don’t call me by my first name, you bastard. I’ll take the side with more people, so you take the other side.”
Ryu Ji-hwan pointed to the left and right of the corridor with his finger.
Crowel nodded, and Ryu Ji-hwan smiled and took out the clown mask from his pocket and put it on upside down.
“Hehehe. I feel better when I wear this to work.”
The guards, sensing the murderous intent emanating from Ryu Ji-hwan, immediately fired their guns, and some summoned magic power to manifest their skills.
Tatatatatatangtang!!
Ryu Ji-hwan ran towards them and climbed the wall the moment the bullets were fired.
Hundreds of symbols and letters floating in the air became entangled and created a magic circle that was bright red.
[Ifrit: Flame of Purification]
“Damn it! Block it!!”
“Try blocking it if you can.”
As the clown muttered through his long, torn mouth, dozens of blazing red spears poured down on the guards like a bomber.
Kwakagagagagagagagag!!!
The interior was scorched to the point of being a battlefield.
“Hehehe. Is there anyone alive~?”
Ryu Ji-hwan searched the guards while clearing away the ruined debris, but none of them had survived his fierce attack.
“So weak.”
“You must have gotten too strong.”
Crowel approached and looked down at the rag-like corpses.
“What are you talking about, you tennis ball head? I was originally super strong?”
“To maintain that right arm, you have to keep absorbing demonic energy. In the end, you become something like a demon, so you have no choice but to be strong.”
“. . . . . .”
Ryu Ji-hwan did not answer and walked past him to the second floor.
Crowel followed him without saying a word when he did not answer.
“Hey, Crowel.”
“Why?”
“Do you really plan to stay in this organization?”
“. . . . . .What are you asking again?”
Crowel met Ryu Ji-hwan’s eyes, who was looking down at him from a few steps up.
“Do you really intend to dedicate your life to 〈Pandemonium〉?”
“Then Ryu Ji-hwan, are you asking me to follow you?”
“I need someone like you, after all.”
Ryu Ji-hwan took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke into the air.
Crowel hated the smell of cigarettes at first.
He tried to get him to eat fruit instead a few times, but they just ended up fighting each other. He also tried giving him electronic cigarettes, but Ryu Ji-hwan would just throw them away.
He gave up and got used to the smell of cigarettes.
Spicy, bitter, and as if it were clogging his lungs.
“Wow, that’s some . . . praise.”
“I’m different from 〈Pandemonium〉, so I’m infinitely generous to my subordinates.”
“Honestly, I don’t know what to say. . . .”
At that moment, Ryu Ji-hwan’s cell phone vibrated.
Crowel gestured with his hand to tell him to answer it, and Ryu Ji-hwan answered the phone without hesitation.
“Hello.”
━It seems to be very difficult to make calls these days, Boss.
“Well, it’s because it’s hard to answer the phone when I’m inside. What’s up?”
━ It looks like my sister has found some information and can backtrack, but it’s going to take some time. It’s not easy, considering the other party involved. I think you should let the ‘client’ know about the timeline in advance.
“Really? The ‘client’ was expecting it to take a long time anyway. But it looks like the D-day has been set, so can’t it be done by then?”
━When is that?
“The inauguration ceremony for the new ‘Misteltein’.”
━ The date is . . . Perfect. It will probably help distract everyone as well. I’ll try my best, Boss.
“Thanks, Kaleo. Tell Crow that he’s worked hard too.”
Ryu Ji-hwan took another deep drag on his cigarette and looked at his opponent.
“Crowel, I value you. And everyone from the same ‘Easy Orphanage’ is my family. And that includes you.”
“. . . . . .Thank you. I think everyone will welcome me when I enter IZIZ. Sister Namir will like it too.”
“Time is running out. Decide quickly. 〈Pandemonium〉 will collapse soon.”
Ryu Ji-hwan threw the finished cigarette on the floor and walked away.
Crowel, who was left alone in the middle of the stairs, had to think about whether he was standing on the stairs to go up or to go down.
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“President. . . Where are you going?”
“America.”
Siwoo answered Han Tae-chi’s question neatly.
“Oh. . . I see.”
Han Tae-chi scratched his cheek after answering timidly.
He had been suddenly summoned by Siwoo and entered the president’s office, only to hear him say something brief about going abroad.
“What are you doing?”
“Yes?”
Siwoo asked when Han Tae-chi stood there blankly.
“You’re going to America?”
“Yes. . . Have a good trip.”
Han Tae-chi thought to himself, ‘Should I prepare some travel expenses?’
“You’re going too.”
“Me, too?”
“Why else did you think I called you?”
“To use me as a proxy for your work.”
“. . . . . .That could have been possible.”
Siwoo nodded at the plausible explanation.
“Anyway, I’m going to America, so pack up all the research you’ve done so far. In particular, you must pack items that react to demonic energy, magic circuits, and offensive weapons.”
“Are you going to fight American gangs this time?”
“No, I’m going to Lockheed Martin to trade weapons.”
“Yes??”
Lockheed Martin is one of the world’s leading companies with a reputation for its magic engineering defense industry.
As Siwoo gestured, Han Tae-chi gulped and ran to the laboratory.
Siwoo was planning to use the money he had taken from the cartels in Mexico last time to produce items.
He had to create and distribute weapon-grade items equivalent to artifacts to those who could use them.
It was his own way of preparing for war.
‘𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬.’
Siwoo decided to take Namir, Lo-an, and Han Tae-chi with him this time.
Namir was to be protected until the end of the ranker hunt, so she was taken with him, and Lo-an was a kind of Han Tae-chi escort.
As he was organizing his thoughts in his head, he began to feel a strange energy.
In an instant, his palms became sweaty.
It was a sensation that was somehow damp and refreshing, bizarre yet refreshing, as if it was drawing him into the depths of a clear ocean.
Siwoo clenched his fists tightly and quickly drew magic power from his dantian and circulated it.
He wasn’t trying to open a stage and dominate the space in one breath, but to restrain the opponent by building up layers of mana.
‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰.’
He had felt this feeling once before.
It was when Gandharva had attacked out of the blue, and he had felt a similar pressure of air current at that time.
Siwoo did not draw his weapon.
When it came to Gandharva, she had the instinct of ‘fighting spirit’, so Siwoo had responded accordingly, but this time, it was different.
He felt as if the opponent was simply exuding a gentle aura, letting Siwoo know of its presence.
However, Siwoo was not the one to put up with such nonsense for long.
“If you do not reveal your identity, I will consider you an enemy and attack you immediately. Three, two, one. . . .”
Siwoo raised his finger first and folded it one by one, gradually building up his momentum.
Just when his killing intent was about to flare up, someone opened the window and waved a white handkerchief.
“Heh, I’ll stop playing around, so can you put away that killing intent?”
An elf-like beauty with long blonde hair smiled brightly at Siwoo.
Siwoo looked at her blankly and slowly put away his murderous intent and magic power.
“Hahat. You seem to know my face, though?”
“No. I just put it away because you said you wouldn’t play around.”
“Then what if I play around again?”
“I’ll cut your throat with a knife.”
“Hoo- That’s not fun.”
She got down from the window frame and sat on Siwoo’s desk.
“Are you guys from ‘Misteltein’ always this unruly?”
“If you don’t know my face, how do you know that I’m from ‘Misteltein’?”
“How can you expect me not to know when you’re releasing such a strong aura?”
“Tch━You’re smart. I’m Loki.”
She held out a white and slender hand to Siwoo.
Siwoo made a sour expression and shook her hand.
“So what business do you have with me, someone who is supposedly Loki?”
“Hee- I came to give you some advice.”
“Advice?”
Loki whispered in a seductive voice in Siwoo’s ear, with a smile that seemed to come out of a fairy tale.
“Don’t trust ‘Misteltein’.”
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A luxurious corridor decorated with black obsidian and marble.
A man and a woman were walking down the wide corridor, talking.
“Hehehe. Isn’t he a very spirited fellow? I really like such a young talent.”
“Oh my. It’s been a long time since I saw you praise someone so much, Master Merlin.”
“Baba, don’t you like it? Your eyes seem to be unusual when you look at Hunter Min Siwoo.”
Baba Yaga smiled broadly with her red lips at Merlin’s mischievous words.
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