Chapter 72
Chapter 72
Chapter 72
The Witch's Chapter (3)
A man in his mid-thirties wearing a pressed hat carefully set down his backpack weighing 30 kilograms.
He continuously communicated through his radio, checking the situation.
-Point One. Position secured.
-Point Two. Position secured.
Operational preparations continued through ongoing communication.
Once all preparations were complete, the man confirmed the target through binoculars.
The Heavenly Demon Cult main branch located across the river.
Their special operations team of five had surrounded the target from four directions.
"Gentlemen, we will not obtain the glory we desire. However, through our sacrifice, our homeland will regain the light it had lost."
A resolute response came through the communication.
Operation preparation complete.
"Confirm the target."
One man in a neat suit approached the front of the Heavenly Demon Cult main branch. He was the only one among the five members not carrying a backpack.
"The targets are Na Uram and Na Yuri. The moment their figures are visible, we detonate immediately."
The man held a palm-sized wireless device in his hand.
'I'll be remembered as a terrorist.'
Sweat flowed from the tension.
He moved his thumb to the side to avoid pressing the switch.
He steadied his breathing and grasped the backpack he had set down with his hand. His flesh trembled at the heavy sensation.
Though he had passed rigorous military training with excellent grades, this backpack now persistently stimulated the fear he had kept hidden.
Nuclear backpack.
Though not the official name, it was called this.
Developed in the 1950s, its power was far insufficient to attach the name nuclear. However, the nuclear backpack modified with modern technology had the power to completely turn a 5-kilometer radius into ruins.
Such nuclear backpacks were placed in the four directions of the Heavenly Demon Cult main branch.
'Na Uram. Na Yuri.'
Their mission was to detonate immediately upon confirming the two faces.
No matter how skilled a reincarnator might be, there would be no time to react.
-Watch until the end and detonate directly.
This was the order.
None of the five participating in the operation could survive. Yet they chose this.
For the glory of the nation.
And for their families who would live comfortably for life.
These were what they obtained with their lives.
-Beginning now.
A brief communication was heard, and the member in the suit stood at the entrance of the Heavenly Demon Cult main branch.
There was no one guarding the entrance. Instead, one person approached as he entered.
A simple conversation took place.
The member presented his business card and greeted them.
-I'm from the Chinese President's Secretary Office. I came because there's something I need to inquire about in advance.
The member was guided further inside. Since the hidden position wasn't high, the member's figure wasn't visible.
-Please wait.
Quite fluent Chinese was heard, and the member seemed to be left alone.
A frustrating time of silence passed.
-The Cult Leader will come shortly.
Na Uram seemed to be present. The member brought out the operation he had prepared.
-The President asked me to deliver a gift. Could I deliver it directly to the Cult Leader and Lady Na Yuri?
The member placed a bag on the table. The gift was a sculpture made of gold.
It was actual gold, with no other devices. It was merely a tool to summon Na Yuri and Na Uram directly.
-May I check it?
The operation proceeded smoothly.
-I'll check if they can come.
Now the final stage of the operation.
They would come, and the member just needed to say the promised words.
The password was 'glory'.
The time of silence passed again.
Two minutes passed, but all that could be heard was the member's breathing.
Another three minutes.
The team leader looked at his watch.
'Were five minutes always this long?'
It was enough time to wait.
And finally, footsteps were heard.
The moment they had desperately awaited.
A voice was transmitted through the earpiece.
-Your operation has failed.
The startled team leader immediately tried to press the switch. However, his fingers rapidly froze and wouldn't move.
Shocked, he tried to press it with his forehead, but the switch floated into the air as if suspended by a string.
"Detonate!"
The switch wasn't the only one he had.
However, no explosion sound was heard.
Thud.
He received an impact to the back of his neck and lost consciousness with a desperate expression.
"You brought a dangerous toy."
Na Yuri watched the fallen man while emitting a frost-like chill.
The next morning.
Zhongnanhai, China.
Called Jungnamhae in Korean, it was the place where China's highest officials' conference rooms and the President's residence were located.
At that place, which served the same role as Korea's Blue House, five corpses were laid out.
Four of the corpses were all wearing backpacks, and in front was one corpse covered in blood.
All of Zhongnanhai's guards gathered. They were all trained soldiers.
The Chinese President also rushed out upon hearing the news.
When the Chinese President and high-ranking officials all rushed out, Na Uram smiled and said,
"Do you know what those bags are?"
The Chinese President swallowed his saliva. However, he soon maintained his composure and said,
"I don't understand the current situation."
At those words, Na Uram laughed.
"You want to say it was an action Wang Su took independently, right?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"You act well. But you know, I hate that kind of politics."
Na Uram took one step toward the President. One bodyguard and a middle-aged man who appeared to be an official blocked his way.
Bang!
As he swung his arm, the two men's heads exploded. The bodies that lost their necks stood for a moment before falling like logs.
Na Uram looked at the President covered in brain matter and blood and said,
"Isn't it too petty? If you're a leader, you should be prepared to take full responsibility like a leader. If you escape like that and survive alone, will the rest of your life be happy? Are you proud of the power you maintained that way?"
The President showed no change in expression even at Na Uram's words.
"Fine, then let's do it this way. The Chinese government did nothing wrong, but the Heavenly Demon Cult Leader just came and detonated modified nuclear backpacks. If you want, criticize it that way. I'm confident."
Na Uram took out a box with a switch from on top of the four corpses.
"Of course, if you survive."
Na Uram placed his finger on the switch.
Then the President urgently shouted.
"If you press that, all the Beijing residents will be in danger!"
A 5-kilometer radius wasn't the problem. Considering the accompanying radiation, there was no telling how many casualties there would be.
Beijing was a city boasting world-class population density.
"So what. If this had detonated in Korea, many Korean citizens would have died too."
"Even if it detonated in that area..."
"Why? Do you want to say that 100,000 people should have died rather than 1 million?"
The President closed his mouth.
"Farewell."
"I'll take full responsibility! It was something I tacitly approved!"
"Tacitly approved?"
"No! It was something I ordered! So I'll take responsibility myself!"
The President took out a pistol from the fallen bodyguard's clothes. And he held it to his own head.
However, he couldn't pull the trigger.
The gun froze, and he had to drop the pistol in pain.
Above their heads.
Na Yuri was looking down at them.
"Childish."
Na Yuri slowly descended beside the President.
"Do you think we'll stop here if you die alone?"
Na Yuri continued in a low, smooth voice as if tempting.
"Even if you die, the nuclear backpacks will detonate. When this place collapses, we'll deal with the Chinese military one by one. And we'll manipulate other countries to wage war with China. China with its national defense collapsed won't be able to do anything."
She looked at the President one last time and said,
"In the end, the nation called China will disappear. All because of you."
"That's..."
"Now, the last opportunity to negotiate."
As soon as her words ended, Na Uram shouted.
"What negotiation! These bastards tried to kill our family! We should just kill them all!"
It wasn't just words.
Na Uram approached Na Yuri, genuinely angry. It seemed like they would fight at any moment.
Everyone there knew this wasn't acting but sincere.
"I'll kill them painfully. I'll make sure they're chased by a million vengeful ghosts even after death."
At the words spoken through clenched teeth, everyone trembled.
To this, Na Yuri coldly countered.
"That's too easy."
"What?"
"We should kill them slowly. Becoming vengeful ghosts after death and whatnot is too uncertain. I need to see them suffering right before my eyes."
Those words calmed Na Uram's excitement.
"The method?"
Na Yuri turned her gaze again to look at the President and said,
"Purge."
"Purge, you say..."
"Publicly execute everyone involved in this incident. Sign the execution order yourself with your own hands."
"What!"
Not only was the leader's life at stake, but so was a politician's life. Moreover, they would receive tremendous international criticism.
"Don't want to? It's the only negotiation."
Na Yuri stood in front of the bomb together with Na Uram.
"Let's just kill them."
"Right. We gave them a chance. They said they wanted to save the people, but I guess it was a lie. Let's just press it and go."
Na Yuri drew a magic circle on the ground. As the magic circle emitted light, the President urgently shouted.
"I'll do it!"
The light of the magic circle disappeared.
"I'll give you one week. Execute them all within that time. Publicly release the video to the whole world and release the original too. So they can confirm if it's manipulated."
The Witch stretched out her hand. Then the corpses wearing backpacks floated into the air.
"I'll hide these bombs in Beijing and Shanghai. Don't try to find them. You won't be able to find where I'll put them anyway."
The corpses rose above the magic circle.
"One week."
At the Witch's words, Na Uram added a comment.
"Just run away. I'll find you and kill you in the most painful way. I'm serious."
The light of the magic circle intensified and everything above it disappeared.
Thump.
The President collapsed on the spot.
Two days later.
News of Wang Su's execution came. Subsequently, China's highest officials were executed in succession for treason.
Thirty top officials disappeared as dew on the execution ground, and the world's attention was focused on the background.
That interest naturally led to the next schedule.
The Chinese President's visit to Korea.
This was two days before that schedule.
Na Uram stood on the teleportation magic circle early in the morning.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to go handle things."
"Who?"
"Why are you asking when you know?"
Na Uram had no intention of letting the President live. He planned to finish it before he visited Korea.
"He's suffered enough, so it's time to kill him."
"Not yet."
"You want me to let him live? He tried to kill my family. I'm holding back from wanting to kill his family and bloodline too."
"I'm the same. That's why I'm telling you not to just kill him."
"What are you planning?"
"Wait and see, you'll like it too. I won't just leave alone someone who touched my family either."
In the end, Na Yuri stood on the magic circle.
"Want to come together?"
"Of course."
The two went to Zhongnanhai through the magic circle.
The Chinese President had stopped all work and was blankly looking out the window in his room.
The dazzling sunlight seemed to reproach him, but he didn't feel like closing the curtains either.
Then, Na Yuri and Na Uram appeared.
The President felt relieved.
However, Na Yuri's voice shattered his hope.
"You won't die."
The President glared at Na Yuri, pouring all his pent-up anger into the look.
Na Yuri was expressionless.
"You'll become my slave. A slave who can't even die without permission. You'll live for a very long time like that. Of course, I might kill you because I'm annoyed, though."
Na Yuri stretched out her hand. The anger momentary, the President lost consciousness upon seeing that light.
She looked down at the fallen President and asked Na Uram.
"Is this satisfactory? If you don't like it, I'll just kill him."
"You really do have talent for this."
"That's a compliment, right?"
"Well, for a Witch, it's a compliment."
Na Uram no longer had any lingering attachment to the President. However, he got goosebumps at Na Yuri's following words.
"In your previous life, you were trying to do this too."
Na Uram unconsciously drew up his inner energy.