Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Summoned!
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After the barbecue disaster.
I naturally figured Kim Yang would suggest heading to some fancy restaurant.
Isn't that what SNS influencers do?
Go to expensive eateries, snap a ton of photos, then eat the food once it's gone cold.
But what Kim Yang actually wanted was way simpler than that.
"Street food?"
Kim Yang nodded simply and glanced around. Then she grabbed my arm and started dragging me along.
"Th-that one."
"Meat bread? You're gonna fill your stomach with that?"
"B-boss. T-tourism."
I wanted to tell her I'd been here plenty of times already—what tourism?—but she kept urging me on until I had no choice but to follow.
It went like that afterward too.
As we walked along munching on the meat bread, Kim Yang would start whining to go somewhere else.
At each spot, we'd grab some quick snack, wander a bit more.
After about two hours of that, I was starting to get worn out.
Time to take a short break on the bench by the park fountain.
But even then, Kim Yang came over with her phone, wanting selfies.
"Pose."
"Where else is as chill as our company? Employees can even snap selfies with the boss."
"Th-this is social life. D-don't get the wrong idea, boss. Th-that you're popular with your employee."
"……."
"Y-young fogey. Y-you love it."
She giggled teasingly and pressed up beside me.
"T-taking it."
Click! Click!
I wasn't even smiling, but she snapped away. Then she nodded in satisfaction and dove into editing.
These photo apps these days are no joke.
"Hey, why'd you turn me into a woman?"
"Pfft!"
A few swipes of her fingers over the photo, and suddenly the proper man that was me had turned into a woman.
I'd heard somewhere that modern tech getting too advanced is a problem—and Cyber City proves it.
Was this one of those cases?
"Sh-should I post it?"
"Why would you post that?"
"It's f-funny."
Is this the vibe these days?
"Do whatever."
My face wasn't even in it anymore anyway.
I shrugged it off and stared blankly up at the sky.
Kim Yang humming a tune as she uploaded the photo to SNS.
Peaceful...
Things were gonna get pretty hectic starting tomorrow.
If all went well, I might not even make it into the office.
After all, I'd released my restrictions and used my power to hunt that demon.
Maybe that's why.
"Hey, Kim Yang."
"Wh-what?"
"Where to next?"
I suggested extending this peaceful time a bit longer, but Kim Yang stared at me and frowned.
"Y-young fogey."
"Hey."
"S-social life. Y-you're too good at it?"
"Hey."
"D-don't get cocky. Y-you'll get hurt."
"Fine. I'll go alone."
As I stood up, she scurried over and gave a faint smile.
"Ov-over there. L-let's watch the magic show."
"Magic show? Those street ones always demand money."
"H-hurry."
In the end, I got dragged along to watch the street magic performance because of her nagging.
Amid the salty sea breeze and crashing waves.
A woman on a rubber boat slowly approached the Tower.
The light field unfurled from her hand, raised toward the sky, reflecting light to completely conceal her and the boat.
The woman who arrived near the Tower was an assassin dressed in martial world garb despite her mechanical body: Jao Weiran.
A garbage collection ship approached the boat.
Unlike other floors, since the Tower was in the Pacific, people casually dumped trash and waste here.
To protect the environment, the 3rd Floor Tower Management Bureau dispatched crews to clean the surrounding waters.
The small boat bumped against the cleaning vessel.
A bearded man emerged from inside and asked,
"You Jao Weiran?"
"Response: Affirmative."
"They said your speech was unique—yep, checks out. Hop on. The elevator to the 5th Floor's about to depart."
Just like smuggling immigrants.
Even the Tower had irregular ways to ascend to other floors.
They required massive capital, and success rates were abysmally low.
Yet customers never stopped coming.
After failing to assassinate Cheonjong, son of the Sangseo Commandery, Jao Weiran had endured a simple but grueling journey.
From Busan by boat to here, smack in the middle of the Pacific.
An excruciatingly harsh voyage.
But her mechanical body, honed internal energy, and the boat's engine made it possible.
Once aboard, the bearded captain immediately pulled a silenced pistol and shot the boat.
The deflating boat sank into the sea, evidence destroyed.
Then the captain handed over a large suitcase.
"Practice fitting in. Gotta disguise you as luggage."
"Response: Affirmative."
Jao Weiran slipped right into the suitcase. She'd tested it on the way down already—disassemble both arms, tuck in the legs, perfect fit.
"Damn, that's something. Can you hold your breath?"
"Response: Affirmative. Three hours possible."
"That'll do."
The captain glanced over and nodded approvingly. Holding breath wasn't Cyber City tech—it was internal energy technique.
Mimicking martial masters who fought underwater without breathing.
Even with mechanical parts, Jao Weiran hailed from the Old Martial World.
She could wield internal energy.
As the ship naturally collected nearby trash and headed back to the Tower.
Jao Weiran looked up at a small shadow overhead.
It wasn't detecting the shadow.
A far greater power forced her gaze upward.
Floating in the sky was a woman in a suit that screamed office worker.
Her downward gaze locked precisely on Jao Weiran.
"……!"
Jao Weiran's eyes sharpened.
A faint glimmer of hope at the end of endless defeats.
Of course, the odds were still low.
But then.
"Yes, got her. We'll transport her right away."
Yoo Ye-na started a phone call and glanced toward the Tower.
"Has Juseon arrived yet? He's on his way down? Perfect timing then."
The probability climbing steadily.
"Don't go too rough on her. What? Personal grudge? Nothing like that."
The moment it shifted in her favor.
Jao Weiran compressed her power in an instant, broke free, and lunged.
Boom!
Internal energy surging through her body.
She kicked off the ship and leaped upward as both arms detached.
The launched arms morphed into blades, striking Yoo Ye-na from different angles, while the main body unleashed a kick.
Attacks pouring from three directions.
No matter how elite among the Seven Apex Hunters—even she could die if careless in real combat—
"Cyber City's computation modules never offer the optimal choice."
Yoo Ye-na's calm voice rang out as the victory probability plummeted.
"The one mistake from dozens of head simulations."
"Is forgetting that in reality, you only get one shot."
Krunch!
"Gaaahhh!?"
"That's why Cyber City mercs are easy to handle."
Jao Weiran's arms and body were bound midair. The overwhelming psychokinesis made movement impossible, even breathing.
"Feed 'em the highest-probability option, and they crawl right into it."
"B-boss. Sh-should we grab dinner?"
"Not tired? Ugh, I'm all stiff—I just wanna head home."
Back on the 3rd Floor via the Tower elevator.
After being dragged around by Kim Yang all day, my body felt heavy.
She, on the other hand, had endless energy.
"I-I'll pay. L-let's eat."
"What're you buying?"
As we chatted idly and walked toward the bus to Seoul.
Suit-clad figures blocked my path. Just suits—no clues to their identity.
But the sharp, dangerous scent piercing my nose told me they were the real deal.
"Kim Juseon."
The man in front flashed an ID from his pocket.
"Tower Management Bureau. We'd like you to come with us."
"B-boss?"
Kim Yang grabbed me worriedly.
I scratched the back of my head awkwardly.
"……Didn't expect it this fast."
"Had business here by chance. Timing's perfect."
A woman's voice responded to my mutter from behind the suited men.
They parted, and Yoo Ye-na strode forward to stand before me.
She glanced at Kim Yang over my shoulder and asked with a slight smirk,
"On a trip or something?"
"You knew I went to the 4th Floor."
"……Sorry, felt like being a bit petty."
While Yoo Ye-na shrugged it off, the men behind her grew increasingly menacing.
"I can explain, so ease up on the intimidation."
"Explain."
She murmured softly, her reply tinged with sadness.
"No reason will satisfy the Bureau."
"……."
"Still, let's go. I'll put in a good word."