Absolute One Is Also a First-Time Dad Episode 32

In the blink of an eye, Kang-jun closed the distance to the Black and White Twin Fiends and threw a powerful punch straight at Black Fiend's face...

KOOOOOM—!

Black Fiend barely managed to cross his arms in time to block, but his face twisted in shock.

'W-what kind of power is this...?'

Despite merely blocking a straightforward punch, it felt like he'd been hit by a speeding truck.

"Little brother, this one's no pushover!"

"Y-yes, brother! We should attack together immediately!"

They assumed the Bureau had assigned competent bodyguards who'd anticipated their movements.

Soon, a murky energy began swirling like heat haze above the palms of both brothers...

Bong-gu, who'd been silently observing the scene, gulped dryly and muttered under his breath:

"I-is that martial arts...?"

Rumors said these twins were different from other Awakened—they'd trained in martial arts rather than magic. Since martial artists among the Awakened were rare, this was Bong-gu's first time seeing it firsthand.

"Oh? Could that be the Heavenly Demon Arts?"

At Kang-jun's murmur laced with familiarity, the twins' eyes widened like lanterns.

"H-how do you know that name...?"

Most Awakened avoided martial arts since the effort required vastly outweighed the slow progress. Though martial arts never betrayed the sweat invested, the rewards rarely matched the toil.

The twins' rapid growth came from a single skillbook they'd stumbled upon:

[Severely Damaged Heavenly Demon Arts (S-grade)]

Unlike conventional martial arts, the Heavenly Demon Arts didn't reward effort proportionally. It granted immediate power with minimal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠training.

They burned with curiosity—if this damaged manual alone granted such power, what heights could they reach with the complete original?

Their reason for joining the Anti-Bureau Alliance was precisely the promise of help finding the original text. And now this Bureau rookie seemed to hold clues about it.

"You know of the Heavenly Demon Arts?"

"Hmm..." Kang-jun scratched his chin thoughtfully before answering just as the impatient brother was about to repeat the question.

"I'm acquainted with its creator, though we didn't part on good terms..."

"Tell us about him and we'll spare you."

"Not sure if you can meet him, but even if you do, it won't help."

When the twins glared in question, Kang-jun continued:

"He pissed me off so badly he lost control of his bowels. Last I saw, he needed a bib to eat."

There was a time when Kang-jun obsessively searched for a way back to Earth, tearing through dimensions. During this, he'd visited a realm called the Central Plains and clashed with its ruler—the Heavenly Demon.

Huu...huuu...huuuu...

Though the Demon had been reduced to incontinence and needed a bib to eat after provoking Kang-jun...

'Still, he was fairly strong.'

The energy from these twins perfectly matched the Heavenly Demon's demonic qi—though comparing their "quality" or "quantity" was laughable. Their power was like a muddy puddle versus an ocean.

Naturally, the twins dismissed Kang-jun's words as lies.

"You bastard! Let's see if you keep spouting nonsense when you're dying!"

They simultaneously thrust their demonic qi-coated palms toward Kang-jun's chest.

World-Sundering Asura Palms.

Their lethal technique, which had claimed countless lives, came from both directions at once.

"B-brother!"

True to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rumors, the twins moved as one body, launching a frenzied coordinated assault—

Tap! Thud! Wham!

Yet Kang-jun effortlessly dodged or blocked their strikes while countering between movements.

'As expected...'

They couldn't hold a candle to the Heavenly Demon, merely mimicking movements without substance.

As their attacks grew more frantic—

"Die! Die! Die! DIE—!"

Kang-jun suddenly shot out his left hand and—

CRAAAAACK!

Grabbed Black Fiend by the collar before pummeling his face relentlessly.

SMAAAASH! SMAAAASH! SMAAAASH!

Each punch deformed the brother's face like soft clay. Bong-gu, witnessing this brutality, instinctively shut his eyes and turned away.

'How horrifying...'

Kang-jun's fists showed no discrimination—whether facing men, women, children, or even elderly subway riders.

Finally releasing the crumpled collar, Kang-jun let the brother collapse.

Thud.

After brief convulsions, the body went limp.

"B-b-brother—!"

As Kang-jun shook blood from his hand, he murmured:

"Next life, maybe skip the modernized hanbok."

"Y-y-you bastard, I'll tear you apart—!"

White Fiend, enraged, mustered all his energy and charged.

Then Kang-jun extended a palm toward the corpse and uttered:

"Revive."

This was a necromancer's unique magic—resurrecting the dead as thralls. Normally, the caster's grade must far surpass the deceased's...

Swoosh!

The corpse stood like iron filings drawn to a magnet, immediately assuming a combat stance against its brother while gathering energy.

"B-brother?! H-how...?"

White Fiend gaped stupidly.

'N-necromancer class?!'

That Kang-jun—with his overwhelming physical prowess—was a magic-based necromancer seemed impossible. But freely controlling a high-tier Awakened like this meant his grade far surpassed Black Fiend's, making this reality unthinkable.

Then—

Kang-jun smiled a grin so chilling no demon could mimic it, and spoke.

"If you want to kill me, you'll have to kill your brother again first."

"Y-you bastard—!"

"Got the gist of it? Then start killing each other now."

The moment those words ended, the grotesque corpse of a blackened fiend began violently attacking its own younger brother.

Watching the siblings desperately trying to kill each other, Kang-jun let out a chuckle. "Heh heh..." before muttering:

"Damn, isn't that guy the most depraved motherfucker you've ever seen?"

"Huh...?"

"Trying to survive by brawling with his own reanimated brother..."

Then he glanced meaningfully at Bong-gu.

"Right?"

Meanwhile, Bong-gu could only think one thing while watching Kang-jun:

'He's a demon...'

No doubt about it.

Just minutes later...

'I think I'm going insane...'

Bong-gu was drowning in utter confusion.

"Bong-gu, Bong-gu."

"Y-yes?"

"Pretty cool, right?"

Two of the infamous Twelve Executives of the Anti-Management Bureau Union—the infamous Black-White Twin Fiends—were performing dance moves so sensual it bordered on obscene.

Bong-gu stared blankly at their gyrating figures before suddenly muttering, "Huh?" Then he asked:

"Hyung-nim... isn't that the choreo from Blackpink Girls' new song?"

"Oh? You follow girl groups too?"

"Yeah, I actually watch music shows whenever I get the chance—"

Before he could finish, Kang-jun snapped his fingers and added:

"Then try matching this dance."

"Ah! The viral Hammer Dance?"

"How about this one?"

"Pfft, that's just the Uncle Tong Dance."

As Bong-gu eagerly awaited the next challenge, he suddenly snapped back to reality and violently shook his head.

'Whoa, I almost got sucked in...'

There's an old saying: Lie down with dogs, wake up with fleas.

Who knew he'd end up desecrating the dead so naturally?

He couldn't help but feel a crisis about his own humanity.

"Ah, now that I think about it..."

Bong-gu finally spoke up with a serious expression.

"Weren't the Black-White Twin Fiends here to kidnap me?"

"Doubt it."

"But earlier, they clearly said 'He' was interested in me..."

Though there was no way to know who this 'He' was, Bong-gu felt certain it was someone from the Anti-Management Bureau Union.

Someone so high-ranking that even the infamous Twin Fiends used honorifics...

When Kang-jun vaguely brushed it off with "Who knows...", Bong-gu nervously chewed his lip before continuing:

"Anyway, this isn't something we can solve right now. We should prioritize disposing of the bodies first."

"Nah, no need. I think these corpses will come in handy later, so I'll keep them stored safely."

As Kang-jun stretched out his hand, a grotesque skritch-skritch noise erupted while the ground trembled violently.

Soon, blackened hands burst from beneath the twins' feet, coiling around their bodies like vines until they were completely engulfed.

The hands finally took the shape of coffins before sinking back into the earth.

Bong-gu unconsciously gulped as he stared blankly at the spectacle.

'If only I could use stored corpses or souls, things would be so much easier...'

Kang-jun clicked his tongue in disappointment.

For some inexplicable reason, his entire "collection" had vanished when returning to Earth.

'Well, I'll just collect more...'

As he withdrew his black magic, he added:

"Still, these guys are decent enough to make good training dummies."

"Dummies?"

"Starting tomorrow, we'll use them for sparring practice."

Bong-gu's face paled.

'So from tomorrow, I have to fight the Black-White Twin Fiends daily?!'

Even as undead under Kang-jun's control, their combat abilities were nearly identical to when they were alive.

Just as Bong-gu froze in terror, unable to respond—

"You'll hit your limit just fighting monsters forever."

"But shouldn't there be progression—"

"Tch, I'll revive you if you die, so stop worrying."

"You say that like being revived as a Dullahan isn't terrifying!"

Their bickering only stopped when Kang-jun cut in with an authoritative "Enough." Then he got back on track:

"Anyway, we should get going now."

"Huh? Y-yes..."

"Like I said earlier, let's hit the Goblin Vault first."

Kang-jun casually stuffed his hands into his sweatpants pockets and strode ahead.

All Bong-gu could do was stare blankly at his back with awe.

Despite acting like it was nothing, Kang-jun had just crushed the Twin Fiends without a scratch.

'Just what kind of life did Hyung-nim live to gain such overwhelming power...?'

The more time he spent with Kang-jun, the more questions piled up.

A goblin in a pristine tuxedo and monocle stood behind the vault counter with a displeased expression.

Kazan.

He was the manager overseeing operations at the Goblin Vault's Earth branch.

The branch's dismal performance had already put him in a foul mood.

'Dammit, if only I hadn't embezzled back then...'

His assignment to this newly opened Earth branch—unable to turn a profit—was punishment for his felony.

Essentially, exile.

He'd have been fired if not for his past achievement of securing the vault's wealthiest client.

'But ever since coming here, it's been pure hell.'

His beady eyes narrowed as he glared at the CCTV monitor.

'God, rotting in this shithole makes you see all kinds of trash...'

Two shabby humans were currently brawling with security in the lobby.

"What's going on?" Kazan snapped.

A young goblin attendant hurried over. "We're handling it, sir. Security is trying to remove them, but they keep causing a scene, claiming to have deposits here—"

"Tch."

"—though judging by their rags, they couldn't even afford our fees, let alone have—"

"Just get them out before other clients ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠see," Kazan massaged his temples. "Use force if necessary."

As he glanced back at the CCTV, his monocle nearly popped off.

"Wait—"

His face turned crimson as he shrieked:

"What the hell are you idiots doing?!"

"Sir?!"

"Escort them to the VVIP lounge immediately!"

Kazan recognized them instantly. How could he forget the client who'd changed his destiny?

That single encounter had gotten him promoted from grunt to executive. Even after embezzlement, he'd only been exiled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠instead of fired—all thanks to Him.

The wealthiest client across all branches. The VVIP who'd deposited more assets than anyone in the Secret Consortium of the Affluent.

"Immortal..."

It was Immortal.