Chapter 83
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Fact Violence
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Cigarette smoke as provocation.
An unimaginable insult directed at an angel, no less.
Yet Remiel's expression remained unchanged.
Aside from the large vein bulging on her slender neck.
Splurt—
One of her wings vibrated, then stilled.
The stem of the cigarette she held snapped in two.
Gonghyeok clutched his throat and bellowed.
“Aaaah! It hurts! It fucking hurts!”
“Stop whining. You didn't even notice what happened.”
Her skill, Selection (SSS+++).
The right to divide anything.
With it, the world split in two for a fleeting moment.
Then she pieced the world back together.
Perfectly.
Any ordinary hunter would have been gripped by terror from the extreme dissonance.
“But I did notice. Jeez, what a foul temper. No wonder you're getting ostracized.”
Gonghyeok replied with a straight face.
But one word caught in Remiel's ear.
“Ostracized? Ostracized? What do you mean by that?”
“You don't know? It's because of that uptight personality of yours. The angels are giving you the cold shoulder. Haven't you been eating alone and working solo more lately?”
“......I always eat alone and work alone.”
“Yeah. Sure. Everyone else does it together except you.”
“That's not true! You devil!”
“Really? Then when's the last time you had a conversation with a subordinate or junior that lasted over three minutes?”
The sudden question forced Remiel to rummage through distant records in her mind.
“.... 210,000 years ago isn't that long by angel standards....”
“Yeah. It is. It's insanely long.”
“No, it's not!”
“Haven't you ever seen your subordinates passing notes behind your back? That was the 'Female Archangel Popularity Poll.'”
“Seriously?”
“And you came in dead last.”
“No way! Look at how exemplary I've been as an archangel! How much love and guidance I've given!”
“Nah, forget that. Angels just don't find you appealing. Haniel's got big tits, a great body, and she's sweet. Azazel's kind, cute, and bubbly.”
“That's not angelic appeal! Besides, even then, shouldn't I at least be in the middle?”
Gonghyeok snickered.
‘What a shameless bitch. She's pretty in her own way, so she figures she's mid-tier on pure confidence.'
She probably ranked Haniel first, herself in the middle, Azazel last. Based on stuff like bust size or seniority.
But Gonghyeok's fact violence punched her right in the solar plexus.
“No, who the hell votes for a shriveled-up old hag like you who's lived forever and throws hysterical fits like a spinster granny?”
“G-Granny......”
“You thought you were safe since your tits are bigger than Azazel's, right? But you're 30cm taller, and your bust is only a few cm bigger? Like the difference between acorns?”
“No! That's not why I felt safe!”
“Good thing. You only got two votes. One from a masochistic angel who gets off on being insulted, and the other from Azazel who fat-fingered the number.”
“Enough! No more of those heavenly offensive comments!”
Remiel thrust out her hand to halt the conversation.
“Azazel or Nathaniel—whoever you heard it from—enough of that! I came here to correct your misguided ways and thinking!”
“Oh? Then should I switch gears like you want?”
Gonghyeok scratched his ear and scowled.
“Honestly. Did you break Babel? Or kill the demon king?”
“Well....”
“I did the breaking, and I'll do the killing. Yeah? Stop meddling needlessly. If you're an NPC, stick to your NPC role. Run the system properly. Keep this up, and I'll file a report. Who should I report you to—the demon king or Metatron?”
“Ha! A report? Spouting nonsense with your shallow knowledge. Mocking an angel with that tongue of yours, your arrogance piercing the heavens! You think the scraps of info you got from that avatar cover all of Babel?!”
Remiel snapped back, and Gonghyeok sneered.
“You're the one acting like you bystanders know everything.”
“What?”
“I'm right. That's exactly how I'm gonna smash Babel. You just watch quietly from the corner. You're not even helping anyway, right?”
“Truly.... the height of insolence.”
Remiel was at a loss for words.
Gonghyeok lit a fresh cigarette with the poise of a proper delinquent.
By now, Remiel's anger must have reached its peak.
She prided herself on her perfection.
It was time to strike at her one moral weak spot.
“Yeah, I'm the crazy bastard with no fear of gods. But you—know your place before playing teacher.”
Gonghyeok turned his head slightly and muttered.
“Tch. The bitch who whined she didn't wanna help and let Drakenstein go to hell....”
Remiel clenched her fist without realizing it.
“Drakenstein had standards! It was a dimension unfit for our aid!”
'Gotcha. Hooked her.'
Drakenstein was her public weak spot.
Not just personal rage—it could shatter her professional pride.
“Nah, you're trash.”
Gonghyeok declared.
“The Archangel of Selection, was it? You ditched them with your picky standards? The creations begging to be saved, the gods pleading?”
“....It was to prepare for the one-in-a-million chance. A demon ploy or betrayal from them.”
“So, how'd that turn out? Were they really deserving of abandonment?”
Remiel averted her eyes for the first time.
Gonghyeok didn't miss it and sneered.
“You failed at selection. Picked the wrong ones to judge. Archangel of Selection and Judgment.”
“I....”
“Got it? You're trash. How pissed must that world's god have been to beg me for revenge? All that grand talk of selection and judgment. You're just a senile old fart.”
Remiel trembled, her very duty insulted.
“How dare a human—enough of this! I can't deal with you anymore! Humanity is done! I can't trust them any longer!”
“Humanity is done? With your oh-so-perfect selection again?”
Gonghyeok snickered.
There was the reason.
The reason he could antagonize Remiel without worry.
“Yeah, humanity's probably done. Let's end the fun here.”
“Fun? You're antagonizing me for fun? And then....”
“Cut the not-quite-threats. My turn to threaten.”
Gonghyeok set down his cigarette.
“Kyeonjok Gisu-a. Hojok Hugwan. Myojok Mojungin.”
Remiel flinched at the unexpected words.
Canine Tribe, Tiger Tribe, Feline Tribe.
Beastkin realm tribes humanity hadn't encountered yet.
“If you keep being uncooperative, I'll kill these three god candidates first.”
“....Frankly, I'm impressed you know that much.”
Remiel, who'd been led around by the nose the whole time.
Coldness returned to her gaze.
“But they're strong. Far stronger than you right now.”
“That count vampire up there who fought in my place instead. Know who that was?”
“....Where'd you see that? No way.”
“The 4th floor where even you lot couldn't interfere. Ate a heavenly knight there.”
Gonghyeok spread his arms wide with maximum nonchalance.
“How's this? Still think I'm weaker than them?”
“......”
Remiel hesitated.
'Yeah, no clue, huh? Truth is, I am weaker.'
Yes. Gonghyeok was weaker than the beastkin kings.
Though he'd shut her up in an instant, Guard Sand was a half-baked heavenly knight not performing at 100%.
'But losing momentum here would be lame.'
Bluff when you can, as hard as you can.
Gonghyeok continued leisurely.
“Truth is, no hard feelings personally. It's all business, just process. Alright, let's get on with it.”
Gonghyeok stood and brushed the cigarette ash onto Remiel's hand.
“Pay up and get lost. My jaw's tired.”
The ash on her hand was crushed into space and vanished.
“Rewards, rewards, always rewards. Fine—let's see you save the world your way! So filthy even a passing dog would puke!”
With one furious gesture, she vanished into thin air.
[Angelic Achievement: '10th Floor Nephilim Consciousness Absorption' completed.]
[Amazing completion rate of 221%! Rewards: 11 blue coins and 2 bottles of 'Pope's Holy Water (A+).']
[Remiel's additional reward. Elapsed time: 12 minutes 05 seconds. 12 blue coins and 50 indigo coins granted.]
Additional rewards unrelated to the achievement.
'Blue coins bumped up for the time wasted.'
Remiel was a pretty thorough angel when it came to business.
Upright and narrow-minded, sure—but she'd climbed to archangel on solid character.
Just a difference in values.
Yeah. A difference in direction.
- You! Antagonizing my senior like that! What do you plan to do!
Nathaniel, who had appeared unnoticed, was hopping mad.
“It's fine. Totally fine. She's useless anyway. And foul temper or not, she's fair when it comes to work, right?”
- True, but... she'll probably dock you at the next meeting or something...
= Puhahaha!
Vwoom—
The three avatars behind Gonghyeok burst into laughter.
= Well done! Well done, little bro! That's the spirit! Angels? Tell 'em to fuck off! If you were born with balls, you've gotta have that rebel streak!
The notorious Flower-Fruit Mountain Stone Monkey laughed heartily, slapping Gonghyeok's back.
= Ahem! Public and private must be kept distinct, as is proper. Ahem. Regardless, you've learned some mercy toward underlings!
Ra-Djehuty, oblivious to his own history of being ostracized among the gods during his active days, barely stifled his laughter to maintain dignity.
= Ahh! Truly, thank you!
The Progenitor dude blinked his house-sized eyes, tears streaming down.
= It feels like all the resentment in my body is melting away! To go this far for me! I, I....
Gonghyeok waved off the Progenitor dude, who couldn't continue.
“Yeah, yeah. Be more grateful. Serve me. Throw yourself for me.”
- You, at a time like this, shouldn't you humbly say it's just what anyone would do?
“You think harassing your senior is just normal? Is that official?”
Nathaniel sweated, hiding her hands behind her back.
- No, I mean. Hehe! Just a figure of speech! Master!
Gonghyeok chuckled at Nathaniel's familiar wink and playful charm, then lightly smacked her butt.
- Hey, I said no sexual harassment!
“It's not if it's with love.”
- Your love's dirt cheap, you know? The price drops every time you pull that perv shit. Right now it's like 2 purple coins a pop?
“So I just pay 2 coins every time I pat your ass?”
- No! You lunatic!
As the two bickered, Mi Huwang poked Gonghyeok's shoulder.
= Hey. Hey. Pay attention. He wants to say something!
= Sniff sniff, Goddess! Thank you! Even for a worthless god like me who can't even speak up....
= Cut the embarrassing goddess crap. Calm down and spit out what you wanna say.
Mi Huwang broke into a cold sweat watching the Progenitor dude, who looked more like an idiot than a god.
The Progenitor dude wiped his tears and sparkled his eyes.
= I'm moved by your dedication, even turning an archangel into an enemy for me. Use me for you! Please! Pleeease! Ple....
The Progenitor dude trailed off.
Mi Huwang, puzzled, asked.
= What? Keep going. What's the problem?
= Well....
The Progenitor dude gave an awkward smile.
- Haha, but what's that guy's name again? Haha.
“Progenitor, sir?”
Princess Dorothea gulped.
Everyone there was convinced.
'No matter how you slice it, idi....'
Only Gonghyeok remained expressionless as he opened the Game Master's cloak.
“Just get in.”
= Ah, yes. But what's your name....
“Just get in, I said.”
= Yesss....
The Progenitor dude melted into the Game Master's cloak.
Silence fell as everyone stared at the ground.
= Uh, Progenitor or whatever, right?
Mi Huwang said gravely.
= He just said call him Progenitor as a brush-off, but he forgot his own name, didn't he?
Everyone silently turned away.
Only Dorothea teared up at Mi Huwang's merciless fact violence and returned to Gonghyeok's ring.