Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Office Opening Ceremony (2)
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A man appeared around the corner.
“What the hell, you guys! Why are you drawing your...”
Kwang!
Ten lead pellets pulverized the man’s chest.
A shotgun enchanted with durability penetration and breakthrough magic.
The man collapsed, and Sanchez’s foot stomped down on his throat.
Wooduk.
His neck twisted grotesquely, like macaroni from a plate of pasta.
The man looked up at Sanchez with eyes full of shock.
“G-gah.”
“Must hurt.”
A curt remark.
A cavalry saber dropped like lightning from above.
Piiiiiik—!
A tearing eagle cry.
The massive bird with bronze feathers lunged at Sanchez.
“You damn bird!”
It was a fixer’s avatar, come to rescue his comrade.
His arm was seized by the giant bird’s talons, ripping through chainmail and flesh.
Sanchez quietly called to his comrade-in-arms.
“Baskerville.”
= Grrrr—
Darkness thickened, and a massive hunting hound with glowing red eyes emerged, flames spilling from its body.
Sanchez’s avatar, ‘Baskerville Hell Hound (S-)’.
Piiik!
The bronze feathers melted in the flames.
The giant bird tried to flee, but the hound greedily opened its jaws.
Sanchez’s Baskerville devoured the Bronze Giant Steamphalos (B-) in one gulp.
“Gahk!”
The fixer dropped to his knees from the avatar’s damage.
A lead slug embedded itself in the back of his lowered head.
Chul-kek.
He reloaded the double-barrel shotgun with two shells.
He moved to finish off the man with the broken neck.
“Me...”
But dark fur sprouted across the fallen man’s body.
“Don’t... underestimate me!”
He grabbed Sanchez’s foot and heaved his upper body upright.
Rat head, brown fur covering his entire body.
A demonic power transforming him into a beastman: wererat.
“Whew, this is a hassle. But now that I’ve shown this form, you’re...”
“Yeah. No.”
Divine Horse Flash Kick: Whirlwind Kick.
Ju Gonghyeok whipped the wererat’s head like a shower of rain.
The top of his foot struck the rat’s nose dead-on. The elongated snout caved in with a crunch, and the head tore free from the torso.
They’d taken out two more the moment they stepped out of the storage room.
Ju Gonghyeok cracked his neck and pulled out a coin.
“I’ll lay down smoke, so grab the blessing amulet and darkvision potion.”
“Drink it now.”
The coin Ju Gonghyeok held was a one-use skill: Underworld Temple Fog (A+).
A wide-area curse spell that blanketed the area in fog, debuffing all stats and blinding friend from foe.
He flicked the coin into the air with his thumb.
The coin glowed and vanished, filling the surroundings with eerie mist.
From outside, it looked like black storm clouds had poured into the building.
“Alright! Let’s kill energetically today too!”
“You seem thrilled.”
“My brain’s addicted to the violence, pumping out endorphins like crazy. Feels great. Right now, I could even forgive you for killing the same guy a fourth time.”
The two headed down to the second floor, where the fixers were clustered.
“What the hell! What’s going on?!”
“Can’t you tell? We’re under attack!”
“From who? Contractors? Rival office?”
“No idea—round up your teams!”
“Damn it! I can’t see shit!”
The second-floor lobby had descended into chaos.
The two butchers who’d finished slaughtering the third floor slipped into the fray.
Taang!
“What’s that gunshot?”
“Aaagh! Help! My leg—my leg!”
“Hold on, calm down! Don’t draw your sword!”
“Calm my ass! Kill ’em all quick!”
In the fog where they couldn’t see an inch ahead, Higante’s fixers turned on each other—every man fighting every man.
If anything approached, they slashed first and asked questions never.
“Keuk!”
One fixer clutched his Adam’s apple and staggered back.
Deep gashes oozed blood in thick spurts.
“Ku! Uh!”
The man swung the spear on his back, but before he could, a scimitar sliced through his elbow.
At the same instant, the holy sword Lumen Doct pierced his navel, churning his guts, then the scimitar carved open his armpit.
“Hmm~ Hmm hmm~♪”
Gonghyeok hummed a tune as his twin blades danced without pause.
Intestines spilled from the gutted abdomen, the sternum split vertically, jagged teeth gleamed through the shredded cheek, and the side was meticulously sliced between ribs, muscles fraying outward.
“Uuu, uuuuu!”
Drenched in blood, he wept as he stumbled back.
Kwaduk—Gonghyeok stepped on his foot.
“Can’t run now, huh?”
Compared to the agony so far, his neck parted from his body in merciful peace.
Gonghyeok flicked the blood from his blade.
Shouts erupted behind him.
“Maaanyaakkk!! (You crazy bastard!)”
A hulking Turk charged with curses.
Avatar: Caledonian Boar’s Ironclad Charge (B-).
Ju Gonghyeok sidestepped lightly, dropping into a low stance.
Pubuk—
A simple message popped up before his eyes.
[COUNTER ATTACK!!!]
“You damn...”
The giant’s morningstar slipped from his grasp.
Two blades jutted from his back.
Ju Gonghyeok’s scimitar and longsword had skewered the charging man whole.
The charge was a blunder.
Skills, stats, experience, technique—outclassed in all, the giant was just a slab of meat barreling forward.
Puk!
A kick to the chest dislodged the embedded blades.
“Boar avatar, huh.”
Gonghyeok picked up the fallen morningstar.
And brought it down lightly.
Kkujijik.
The sharp spike impaled the giant’s skull.
“Call Timon and Hakuna Matata from the afterlife.”
Gonghyeok lit a cigarette from his pocket and pressed forward.
“Hey, Sanchez!”
Gonghyeok shouted toward the sound of Baskerville’s howl.
“What!”
“You’re over thereeee!”
A hearty reply came with a rushing interloper.
Puk.
He impaled its throat with the holy sword, then slammed it to the floor.
Mindful not to let the spraying blood douse his cigarette, he yelled.
“I’ll grab the deed and come! Head to the first floor once you’re done!”
“Got it!”
“Oh! It’s ours starting tomorrow, so don’t dent the building!”
“I’ll try!”
Amid the echoes of screams and shouts, the two exchanged oddly businesslike words before splitting off.
Gonghyeok tossed his cigarette butt and spoke.
“They’re not complaining as much as I thought.”
- You said it’s your fourth time killing already. What good would me chiming in do besides burning me up inside?
A sullen reply to his soliloquy.
- And do you think I’m a total idiot like Azazel? I’ve fought in wars and taken my share of lives.
“Ended up stabbed and buried?”
A vein twitched on Nathaniel’s forehead.
- Says the guy who’s clearly been stabbed plenty himself?
Gonghyeok chuckled.
“Over ten times, yeah. Anyway, I’m sick of it—let’s wrap this up quick.”
White wings sprouted from his back.
Light streams signifying spirit possession flowed along the scimitar and holy sword.
[Sephirot in the body, Stage 4 ‘Gate of Netzach’ unlocked!]
[Wings of Sephirot manifest—Stage 4 acceleration initiated!]
His body vanished, leaving only streaks of blade light in his wake.
Heart, brain, throat—only vital spots that guaranteed instant death.
Not mere thrusts.
Hunters could heal a mere hole in the heart with durability, skills, items.
He had to carve them out whole to deliver the death sentence.
“Puheup!”
“Kek!”
Chunks of flesh splattered to the floor.
- Hm...
Nathaniel let out an uneasy groan.
“What, grossed out?”
- Nah, just something nagging at me.
“Spit it out.”
She hesitated before speaking.
- When you slice the heart, the second rib gets in the way a bit. Infuse magic carefully. And just above the right atrium...
Her words trailed off.
- Hold on, as an angel I shouldn’t care about this stuff, but speaking as the sword here?
“Hm, doesn’t it feel weird lately when hot blood flows down the blood groove?”
- How do you know that!? Pervert?
He swallowed the words: *Just remembering you once said as a sword how the warm blood trickling down gave you a naughty thrill.*
Instead, he praised Nathaniel.
“Your eye for detail’s improved.”
Ju Gonghyeok strode to a corner of the lobby.
A small door awaited.
Blue male symbol and one word on it.
MEN.
Kwang!
The fifth door he’d kicked down today.
White tiles covered the floor inside.
Left: private stalls prioritizing privacy.
Right: row of white porcelain sinks and urinals.
- W-wait, no way?
Nathaniel’s voice trembled in horror.
A forbidden zone she’d never entered.
The men’s restroom.
- Hold on, wait, waaaait!
Ignoring the shrieking girl, Gonghyeok twisted the handle of a private stall.
“Uwaaaah! Uwaaaah!”
The man who’d been in there awhile bolted in panic.
All thanks to Gonghyeok, smeared in guts and gore.
“Hm. Sorry about that.”
Gonghyeok shut the door and entered the next stall.
The man sighed in relief, pissing himself.
“I-I’m alive.”
“Oh, right.”
Ka-jik—
“Gahk!”
A scimitar punched through the wooden partition.
The man’s eyes bulged at the blade tip emerging from his right side after entering his left.
“Stay too long in the john, you get constipated.”
The scimitar cleaved straight to his crown.
Nathaniel looked queasy.
- G-gross. Filthy... Why start a fight in a dump like this.
“Deed’s on the other side.”
Ju Gonghyeok sheathed his blade and drew the demon-sealing hammer Hontar.
[Hontar unique skill, ‘White Lion’s Strike (A)’ activated!]
Kwaang!
Kwarururu—
The warhammer shattered the white tile wall to pieces.
Shelves beyond toppled, revealing a room stuffed with rare metals and coins.
Higante Assault Team’s vault.
Tebuk, tebuk.
Gonghyeok stepped in without hesitation, sweeping the indigo coins into his inventory.
“Oh! Let’s do business~ Make a living~ Huh?”
His eyes fell on an iron safe.
No dial, no key.
But he had an all-purpose key that opened any door—or made one if none existed.
Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!
Bolts flew everywhere.
Three strikes with the all-purpose key Hontar turned the safe into a far more open design.
“Found it. The deed.”
Gonghyeok reached for the now-exposed house deed.
Keudeudeuk.
Then cracks spiderwebbed the ceiling.
Kwarung!
“You bastardaaaaah!”
“Oh, boss. You’re down.”
The ceiling caved, and Higante Assault Team’s captain dropped through.
Gonghyeok dodged debris with a greeting.
“Hm, but boss—sorry, it’s our place starting tomorrow. No need to trash it both ways—take it outside?”
“Today and tomorrow, it’s my office! You damn bastard!”
The 3-meter captain charged low.
Ju Gonghyeok caught his head with the hammer haft.
Kkwoong! The office wall bulged.
Kwang!
The wall exploded, hurling both into the street.
“What? Not a fire—an attack?”
“Eek, what’s that thing?”
Higante’s captain was no longer human.
3.2 meters tall, blade-like claws, thick fur pelt.
A wolfman with indigo fur whipping in the wind.
“Krurrr...”
Captain Andre drooled as he scanned around.
“My god. Andre really was a demon contractor.”
“Vanished inside outta nowhere—guess it wasn’t a dud.”
The five captains watching Higante’s office get wrecked couldn’t hide their shock.
Why only five? The other three had bailed, claiming no involvement.
“Kehu, no choice now.”
Andre extended his claws long.
“Gotta kill you and bolt!”
“Yeah?”
Ju Gonghyeok drew scimitar and holy sword again.
One-shotting with the hammer wouldn’t show the power gap.
He planned a spectacle for the civilians.
“Ke ke, cocky from that earlier? Big mistake.”
Andre clawed over his face.
Furious beast eyes gleamed between talons.
“Right now... I’m... on... a... whole... other... level.”
[Chapter 93 - Office Opening Ceremony (2)] End