Chapter 108
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 108
Chapter Title: 106. The Bald Mountain of the Blue House
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I scribbled my signature on a blank piece of paper and handed it to the suited woman who claimed to be my fan.
"Oh, here's your autograph. Even if you don't leave, at least you can feel proud."
"Thank you! Ah, I'll guide you to that mana barrier spot."
Once I gave her the autograph, she spilled everything on her own.
This woman's practically a traitor. Wait, come to think of it, isn't Ha Jung-seok the kind of guy who gets flak from the public too?
Thankfully, the drones are filming inside the Blue House, so there's no chance of Ha Jung-seok catching me out later.
I poured mana into the barrier she pointed out and shattered it in one go.
That allowed me to descend to the secret chamber where Ha Jung-seok was holed up.
Finally, I found a massive door plastered with mana stones.
"I'll take my leave now."
"Yeah, go ahead. I've blocked the drones for a bit, so it won't show up on the broadcast."
"Thanks."
The busty suited woman bowed several times, her ample chest jiggling with each motion, before heading back upstairs.
The fact that no other hunters have attacked yet suggests they're all just watching from the sidelines.
They've probably called in the military too, so all that's left is to shave his head bald and give him a good thrashing.
A national leader can't show his back to the enemy! Either I die, or that bitch backs off!
A voice that actually sounded presidential came from inside.
Wow, who knew that guy had a shred of dignity under all that dictatorship. Guess he has some pride after all.
"Impressive mindset there. For a dictator who hasn't accomplished a damn thing, it's pretty admirable."
I muttered that as I channeled a Fire Punch straight into the mana-stone-covered door.
Boom!
The door, overloaded with mana beyond its limits, shattered, and I strode inside to pay our esteemed President Ha his due respects.
"You bitch! Don't you know any manners?!"
As if I'd show manners after storming all the way here.
I backhanded the Chief of Staff blocking my path, knocking him out cold.
"You sure didn't run away."
"Why would I? Even if you kill me, the world won't change. You'll just become even more of a threat."
Whatever. I wasn't planning to kill him anyway.
"Truth is, I have no intention of killing you."
"What?"
"Looks can be deceiving—I'm actually a weirdo who hates taking lives."
"Nonsense."
"Aw, it's true~"
No, really. I only kill when necessary.
Those A-rank brainwashed hunters would've been fine if they'd just stepped aside quietly.
They died because they fought back. Their fault.
Alright, time to start the mission.
I looked at Ha Jung-seok with an exaggerated expression of distress.
"Thing is, some viewers sent in a mission to pluck out our esteemed President's hair and give him a beating."
"What?"
"It's worth a whopping 25 million won."
I taunted him by holding up two fingers, one half-folded.
That's right. For 25 million won, you're mine to toy with.
"Wh-what the hell..."
"Sure, pulling the hair might sting a bit, but we'll handle the beating ourselves—could even count as an industry award."
Honestly, every woman here is a knockout.
Excluding me, with half my face visible, and Reina, Choi Si-woo has his face covered in that latex-like magic material.
Probably trying to look intimidating in front of the president.
Han Su-ji's wearing a smiley mask, so no face to ogle, but with bodies like ours, this guy should be thrilled anyway.
Of course, first things first: shave his head.
"Wait. What are you— Why will my hair hurt?!"
"Stay still. If you don't want a beating. Wait, no, you're getting one anyway!"
"Gaaahhh!"
I ripped out every last hair on his head.
Crafted it perfectly bald, artisan style.
He'll be shiny-smooth for a while.
Before me and the heroines stood Ha Jung-seok, trembling in rage, utterly bald.
Yeah, anyone would be pissed getting forcibly shaved. But what can you do? It was hilarious.
"My hair flowed so lush and wavy. But this mountain before me is a barren bald ridge with not a tree in sight. Oh, where did the trees go? Where oh where? Should I plant new ones? Should I~?"
I spun around his red, shiny scalp, laughing.
"You bitch. You think you'll get away with this?"
"Of course. Now, time for your industry award. Sia?"
"Yeah."
Choi Si-woo, whose villain name was fixed as Sia, smirked seductively and whipped out his sword, binding the shiny bald Ha in a flash.
"Alright, esteemed President? At your age, getting pummeled by beauties—revel in it."
Ha tried resisting with mana but failed. We stomped him to our hearts' content.
"Kuhak!"
And with that, the Blue House raid came to a close. President Ha ended up bald and utterly humiliated, losing all his Blue House hunters and forced to hire guild escorts—his position left in shambles.
Still, I figured I'd post pics of Ha on Twitty.
This one's perfect for taxidermy.
I snuck a peek at my channel's chat.
Lmaoooo bald af
Getting stomped isn't the industry award? Lololol
Fr, what girl steps on a geezer like that? Lmao
The reactions were perfect. Once Ha's hair grows back, I should come pluck it again.
"Thanks for the 15 million, White Flower Fan Club President. Yeah, a beating's the cure for mad dogs, right?"
"Aigoo~ Thanks for the 10 million, F-rank Villain. Says the president loves going bald too? Keep it up!"
You bastard. You wanted to make even the president go bald, huh.
Still, hunters sure splash cash differently. I should upload a YouTube vid later: 'How to Easily Pluck a President's Hair.'
Yeonsu-dong
The guild coalition and the military's Anti-Monster Defense 1st Division, having left the capital, were entering Yeonsu-dong en route to Songdo.
But the military's mood was off.
The troops heading to Songdo ahead of the guilds had halted their advance.
Choi Cheol-sik, who had been quietly monitoring them, furrowed his brow.
What are they thinking? Is Ha Jung-seok trying to put hunters in the front lines?
Hey Choi Cheol-sik, we're heading out.
The fool got his hair yanked out, after all.
With Heungbu and Nolbu heading back to the Blue House too, something was fishy.
Reluctantly, Choi Cheol-sik called over the division commander.
"What is it? Where are you going? Suddenly so eager? Did Ha Jung-seok order a retreat?"
"Yes! The Defense Division has been ordered to fall back immediately, while the guild coalition proceeds to attack Songdo."
Suddenly why? Something's wrong.
"What the hell? Why's Ha pulling the military?"
"Uh, it's chaos right now. White Flower and her White Flower Cult stormed the Blue House."
"White Flower Cult?"
The military began turning back toward Seoul.
At the sight, Vice Chairman Jeong Na-yoon tapped her laptop, searched White Flower TV, and handed it to Choi Cheol-sik.
"Association President, take a look."
Thanks for 15 million. Yeah, a beating's the cure for mad dogs, right?
Aigoo~ Thanks for 10 million. President loves going bald too? Keep it up!
"What the..."
"It's White Flower TV live."
They even took donations for it? Donations to make the president look like that?
Yeah, anyone could see that.
No, that's not the issue.
"Does White Flower Cult have a portal user? Teleportation? Isn't Seoul's defenses airtight? The anti-monster net is US-level now."
Thanks to Cheonsan Group and other tech experts, Seoul was fortified perfectly. An impregnable city.
I'd warned Ha not to get complacent, but he subtly figured White Flower wouldn't dare hit Seoul.
"Yes. They made it to the Blue House, so probably not local help—must be some mobility ability user."
She seems stuck there still. What if we push fast to Songdo?
"Without White Flower, this might be winnable."
"Yes."
Not to disparage, but teleportation isn't omnipotent.
It's great, but the risk after one use is huge. Can't spam it.
White Flower's teleport minion might be a monster consuming tons of mana—needs overflowing mana stones.
To Ha, White Flower cared about public opinion.
'No need to flip the favorable sentiment now; better wait for the teleporter's mana recovery than risk escaping Seoul by force.'
She'll probably hole up in the Blue House, just broadcasting beatdowns on Ha until mana refills.
"Still, White Flower taking down Ha? Unbelievable."
Totally unexpected.
Turning A-rank hunters into mincemeat. Her underlings are strong too, not just her.
Choi Cheol-sik had warned Ha multiple times.
Don't poke the hornet's nest.
"Honestly, doesn't His Excellency lack real power? I hear he's just body enhancement."
Right. Ha himself isn't strong.
He's good at agitation, brainwashing, and hunter training—pushing body enhancers to A-rank.
But trauma keeps him below B-rank.
"Yeah, but the brainwashing's the problem. His brainwashed hunters are monstrous. Even villains mixed in."
They're stronger than the guild coalition, honestly.
"You mean those A-rank and above?"
"They shone even in the Pyongyang incident. Impressive, but a shame."
Choi Cheol-sik smacked his lips.
"Pardon?"
"Illegal firepower or not, with the Association taking heavy losses, they were key forces."
The ones who aided Yoo Jin-seok in Pyongyang fell to White Flower like nothing.
Means White Flower commands Blue House-level forces already. Pure combat power? Association can't compete without guilds.
"True. Should I contact Yoo Jin-seok and Kim Ji-hye via magitech? And Yoo Eun-ha?"
"Why Eun-ha?"
"She's the Association mascot now, right?"
"Nah, Jin-seok'll block it. Send him to Seoul. Looks like White Flower led her main force personally. Guilds are enough here."
Not complacency. Her mains seem pulled out. Even if some elites linger, we've got Ice Queen and Sun Warriors under me.
'Might actually work.'
The Songdo assault targets villains only.
Ignore survivors, purge villains, weaken White Flower Cult—this expedition's goal is met.