Chapter 272
Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 272
Chapter Title: Nanjing Conquest Battle
"Focus!"
With a sharp rebuke, Minguk used his recovery ability to heal Elite Lin, who had just been swept up in the named monster's mana burst.
'This isn't looking good.'
The named monster still had about 40% of its health left.
But the allied healers' mana was already depleted. They'd also burned through most of their ultimates. It was all due to a series of mistakes.
The prolonged try seemed to be wearing down the team's concentration bit by bit.
The two wing flaps that could revive teammates and the revival cooldown had all been used up after 16 minutes into the fight.
'Guess that's it for today.'
The initial vibe hadn't been bad at all. But this Rank 9 beast was no pushover.
The named patterns were somewhat predictable. In fact, the gatekeeper-class nameds Minguk had faced in the VR game GGW felt even tougher.
But the attack power here was overwhelming. So when team members slipped up, the healers had to burn extra mana covering for them. And that directly cut into the healers' sustainability.
'We can hold early on with ultimates, but...'
Once those ultimates were on cooldown, the healers were all you could rely on.
"Can't exactly stack the whole team with legendary tanks who have defensive ultimates, though."
Minguk muttered as he watched the monster rampaging in the main base.
Until the team got comfortable with the fight, the healers would have to grind it out. It was business as usual anyway, so today's try ended here.
"Try's over. We'll pick it up tomorrow."
"Huh? We were so close, though... We could've gotten it with just a bit more."
After the wipe, Hyun-ah—revived by a Revival Stone—sounded disappointed at Minguk's call.
Minguk chuckled at his wife's lingering reluctance. Was it his own sour mood? Nah, he could see right through her act.
"Close my ass. We ate a few critical hits just now. Without that shield on time, you'd be dead."
"...Ugh."
Hyun-ah hung her head at Minguk's point. It hit home.
No one else had much to say either. They'd all felt their hands and feet getting tangled as the raid dragged on.
"Choi Yuna."
"Y-Yes?!"
Yuna, tasked with spotting the summon portal, hadn't found it until Minguk called her out—wiping the raid.
"Giselle. Keep lagging on those shields?"
"S-Sorry... Desculpa. My bad."
Giselle had forgotten to shield Yuna while she was distracted, killing her and wiping the raid again. But screw-ups like this were par for the course in raids. And when they happened, blame games were inevitable.
'Not in GGW raids, though. Pretty much never.'
Minguk thought, eyeing his women. As long as they didn't repeat the same mistakes next try, it'd be fine.
"That's it for today. Feedback session after a break."
"Got it!"
"Food! Food!!!"
While staying in China, the PLA clan was handling all of Team GGW's support. So the outpost had some decent chow lined up.
Chinese food was a bit—or a lot—greasy compared to Korean, but still edible. Especially the meats with their unique, addictive aroma that kept the chopsticks coming.
After chow, Minguk called the team to the briefing room and dove straight into feedback.
Smooth clears meant spotting what he was missing. Priority one: Punch through to the third named for those Silver-grade mana crystals, fast.
"Already?"
"Yes. Hero Pad confirmed they downed the first named. They're on the second now."
"...That possible?"
Xiao Lan gaped at Tzuyu's report.
Team GGW had started the Nanjing Dungeon just three days ago. Down a named already?
Sure, she knew Han Minguk and his crew were no joke. But bagging a Rank 9 in two days? Unthinkable.
"Media must be blowing up. No way the outpost troops keep quiet about that."
"Lines are jammed at HQ."
"Footage?"
Tzuyu pulled out her laptop and hooked it to the office wall TV.
Moments later, Team GGW's named kill replayed. Mana interference made it fuzzy, but watchable.
After a dozen minutes, Xiao Lan scratched her head and eyed Tzuyu.
"They cleared Nanjing before?"
"N-No way?"
Tzuyu looked just as stunned.
Even for Team GGW, a Rank 9 named should be a slog.
PLA's first string knew Nanjing's first named best—they'd tangoed with it plenty. Xiao Lan and Tzuyu included.
But in the footage, Minguk commanded like he'd soloed it before. Natural, flawless.
Xiao Lan raised her voice.
"How's his leading that on point? Like he's read the monster's mind."
Minguk's calls for nine heroes were spot-on, perfectly timed.
Eyes everywhere—nailing his healer role while catching every battlefield shift, steering the team.
'Zero hesitation on calls.'
Total faith in his judgment.
And the team? Instant action on his word. Total trust.
Shed heard his raid chops were insane—now she got why. No wonder France's Imperial Guard wanted him.
'If Team GGW's this good...'
PLA couldn't sit idle after hiring them. Xiao Lan hadn't forgotten her time with him anyway. Perfect excuse to link up.
"Gonna head to Nanjing."
She murmured.
"B-Before that..."
Remembering something Minguk said, Xiao Lan fetched an item from her secret stash. Tzuyu's face twisted weirdly at the sight.
[Shin Ji-min: Got this new tat with friends today. (pic) This Team GGW's emblem, right?]
[Choi Eun-seo: Me too!]
Minguk smirked at the phone messages.
The pic showed Ji-min pushing her chest together, arm forward. Black capital H with a tiny red heart over her right tit.
Exact match for Team GGW's comms emblem.
Like a spade queen tat—code for craving Minguk's huge cock and rough sex.
Team GGW inner circle secret, of course.
[Han Minguk: Eun-seo, where's yours?]
[Choi Eun-seo: Heh... Come check yourself! Hint: Between the thighs?]
Groin area, obviously.
[Choi Eun-seo: Oh, So-jin's got a small one on her ankle.]
So-jin— their friend, another man-eater type—wasn't checking messages, busy probably.
Her fave position: Doggy, balls-deep. But she griped boyfriends never obliged.
[Han Minguk: Ankle? Cute. Tell her to send a pic later.]
The girls replied "Gotcha" right away.
Saved as Delinquent Girl 1,2,3—these were Minguk's go-to fuckbuddies for downtime.
Ji-min, his first disciple, was Rose Shield-bound post-license.
"Who're you texting so happily?"
Team GGW's big sis So-jeong hugged Minguk from behind, giggling at his smirk. He turned, showed her the chat.
"Shin Ji-min crew."
"Ah... Raid leader's dessert girls?"
"More like my occasional snacks."
So-jeong burst out laughing. Her hand naturally groped his crotch.
"Makes sense. Once they taste the raid leader's goods, no girl's walking away. Still, spread the love, but cartel girls get top priority, right?"
"That's why I spoil you lots on expeditions?"
Minguk groped her back.
"You ignore us off-expedition. That's the issue."
She whispered in his ear.
That's why GGW heroes loved overseas runs like this. Smooth sailing—barring Kang Chae-young visits.
So-jeong's hand was already in his pants, riling his monster cock. Minguk leaned back on the bed, enjoying it.
"Wanna go deep?"
"As rough as raid leader likes?"
"Ding dong dang."
So-jeong tossed her silver hair back, eyeing him seductively. Never breaking gaze, she lowered her face slow.
"Sluuuurp..."
The mushroom-head tip brushed her nose; she inhaled deep, tongue out, wrapping his shaft.
Once slick with her spit, she opened wide to swallow the cock...
[G-Raid Leader! PLA's Clan Leader Xiao Lan's here!]
...But no dice. Yuna's urgent shout from outside killed the mood.
"...Damn it."
Unexpected guest. Minguk and So-jeong threw on clothes fast, then let the visitors in.
"O-Oh, long time."
Xiao Lan raised a hand slightly, beaming at Minguk.
He was handsome, yeah. She'd felt it before. China had male heroes, but his aura was next-level.
Her gaze shifted to the woman behind him.
'Kim So-jeong.'
Team GGW melee dealer and dealer lead.
'29 years old.'
Old for a normie woman—off the market. But mana-awakened hero? She looked younger. Had a kid from some guy, too.
Day-one raid member, deep in Minguk's trust. Intel said: One of his cartel girlfriends.
'Tch...'
Xiao Lan pouted faintly.
Caught 'em mid-heat. Good thing she interrupted. With his libido, he'd find another. Why not her?
"I'll step out then. You two talk."
So-jeong bowed and left.
"???"
She tilted her head at Tzuyu squirming uncomfortably, then dipped.
With So-jeong gone, Minguk sized up the guests.
PLA clan leader, 9-star hero Xiao Lan. And her secretary-type.
But that sharp edge? PLA first-stringer for sure.
'She okay?'
Eyes shut, fists clenched—like holding something back. Face flushed beet red. But that wasn't all.
'...Bug?'
Minguk glanced around. Faint buuuuzz in his ears.
Writer's Note
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