Chapter 137
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: 136. The End of the War
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Zhang Wei, who had turned into a fake Yellow Dragon only to get obliterated in three seconds, crumbled into dust the moment he hit the ground and vanished.
And the remaining Sin core (that eyeball bastard)...
"Nom nom?"
Apparently, Yong-yong gobbled it up nice and tasty.
That pathetic eyeball creep lost all its hosts and tried to slink away when it saw me. So I unleashed Storm Suction on it.
Idiots who drop their guard only get used as hosts by the core, but when I eat it, I absorb its power instead.
Once the others get strong enough to handle a Sin, I can just implant the ones I've got stored inside me.
Until then, I'll double as the Gluttony Sin's keeper.
And right now, I was nestled in the arms of my heroines.
"Impressive. You took out a Sin just like that."
"You okay?"
Heh heh heh. For real. I'm on cloud nine. Boobs here, boobs there.
"Does this mean it's all over?"
"Pretty much, yeah?"
We nabbed Zhang Wei and Ping Tao, and I even scarfed down the fragment core myself. Done and dusted.
"I was scared out of my wits when you collapsed at first. So where the hell did that power come from?"
"Yoo Eun-ha evolution~ Mega Yoo Eun-ha?"
You know how when you level up, they slap some prefix on you? Like Super, Mega, Giga, whatever.
Feels like the author Yoo Eun-ha pulled some stunt, but if she hadn't, I'd have gone full dark mode, turned into an evil dragon, and caused a total catastrophe.
"What the heck are you babbling about? Sigh. What's with these horns, these horns?"
Right now, a pair of black horns had sprouted from both sides of my head.
They felt a bit different from the ones I usually summoned. Somehow more powerful-looking?
Strangely, I couldn't resize them right away.
Probably because my second phase had gotten way stronger than expected, and I wasn't used to it yet.
So, here's the deal. My usual second phase is the first transformation state with tail, wings, and horns popping out. But now, just the horns alone pack this much punch.
So I'm calling it 1.5 phase. Or 1.2 phase.
But Ji-yeon was grabbing those horns and tugging on them.
"They'll probably shrink in a bit. Ahh! Ow. St-stop! That feels good there!"
There's something oddly tingly about it. Every time she touches the horns, it sends this weird sensitive shiver through me.
"So, is the war over now?"
"Nah, doesn't look like it yet."
Across the river, there were swarms of hunters.
Yeah. The Chinese hunters with Sin fragments.
They were mobilizing to reclaim the fragment core I'd swallowed.
"Whoa, they really are crawling around like roaches."
Half of 'em are probably gunning for me.
"These assholes still wanna fight even without their commander?"
"An army without its head is just a rabble. We'll smash 'em as they come."
"Yoo Eun-ha, good work. You all too. Leave the rest to us."
The hunters, White Lotus Cult, and golems had finished prepping to face the Chinese hunter army crossing the river.
"H-Hoaeae! Wh-what is th-that?!"
"Why are you spazzing out again, Bbeom-mi unnie?"
"L-look at th-that! Hawawa! That shiny thing over there!"
From behind, I could hear Bbeom-mi and Geum Tae-yang chattering away.
They just had to ruin the good vibe with my heroines.
But my heroines were staring at something too.
Something streaking across the sky, leaving a white trail.
"Hold up, aren't those your missiles? The semen bombs? One, two, three, four. How many even are there?"
"Over a hundred, easy."
"Yoo Eun-ha. What the hell? How much did you even shoot to make that many?"
No, I didn't shoot anything.
"What do you take me for, some cum fountain? I'm a girl, remember? Those aren't semen bombs! They're missiles!"
At least call 'em love juice missiles or something. No, that's insane too.
For now, I needed to track where those crazy missiles were headed.
"But where are they flying to?"
"North. Huh? Come to think of it, the anti-kaiju system only targets outside the peninsula. I set it that way."
It's for intercepting monsters that appear after crossing into Korea proper.
"So if it's set north..."
"Ah. Probably the million-strong army."
Shiiiieek—KABOOM! BOOM!
Sure enough, my semen bombs—no, magic missiles. The magic missiles rained down on China's monstrous hunters.
Those glowing missiles plummeting into that massive horde.
"...Starlight falls. Sha la la la la~."
"Don't deny reality! Your semen bombs are wiping out a million people!"
"You're killing me with shame here. Cut it out."
I seriously wanted to crawl into a hole.
BOOM! Boom! KABOOM!
For a while, missiles kept scouring that field of freaks amid screams.
Not just me and the heroines—everyone in the guild alliance was dumbfounded.
Makes sense. Missiles dropping outta nowhere. Each one a massive explosion capable of vaporizing a million.
After a long while, the war was over.
Not a single Chinese hunter survived.
They didn't even run. Brainwashed and desperate to reclaim the Gluttony core putting up its last stand inside me.
"Where the hell did those missiles come from?"
"They look like the ones that smashed the Yellow Dragon. From Songdo maybe?"
"What about those cores then?"
"Baekhwa trying to hog 'em all?"
This was the real issue after the war.
The guild alliance eyed the cores stretching to the horizon across the river, hashing out opinions.
No matter how you slice it, those dumb Chinese hunters sacrificed their bodies to the fragments, turning into monsters—and that's why the cores were left behind.
With Park Jun-hyuk, we extracted it before full fusion, but these guys merged fragment with heart, so only cores remained after death.
Of course, cores claimed as spoils so far were split for postwar recovery and as life-price for hunters, but a million? That's a different story.
"Whoa, a core farm. Wow."
Even Reina was stunned.
"Kinda weird to say, but it's like in RPGs when you kill all the mobs and loot drops. Items, y'know?"
"Oh, like farming items without picking up drops, just killing mobs for pure loot?"
"Yeah, that."
I know the feeling. Memories of getting my drops stolen still burn.
"Hey, Eun-ha. How do you kill people—or monsters—with semen?"
Ji-yeon said something terrifying.
"No, it's just pure mana loaded into missiles..."
"So you pump missile fuel into your girlfriend's womb?"
Whoa, never dreamed Ji-yeon would say that.
No one's shoving missile fuel—liquid or solid—into their lover's body.
"C'mon, common sense. No liquid fuel packs nuke-level punch."
"But you could."
Yeah, arguing more's pointless.
They'd just call my mana "fuel" anyway, so humiliatingly, I admitted it.
"Semen. Sorry. It's semen. Sob."
"Making missiles from semen? Eun-ha, you're a wonder. Total perv."
Way too harsh. How's a girl supposed to have semen? Gaseous semen? Give me a break.
Mouth itching to retort, but I held back.
I've worried 'em enough already.
"Split it half-half."
"Baekhwa soloed 'em, and you want half?"
With Baekhwa absent, the guild alliance negotiated with Elise.
I'd secretly messaged her magitech gear: from the million cores, take 400k for half.
Those were probably Ray's missiles.
Technically, all cores are mine anyway.
This war cost the Blue House and Association a fortune.
Especially the magic purifiers clearing mana from zones to ease normal hunter fights—they burned through tons pushing north.
Charged with high-purity mana stones, that's astronomical cash.
So some support's fair.
Post-negotiation, they collected all the cores and reorganized the alliance forces.
"Guild alliance, check for stragglers and casualties. Inspect magic purifiers! Coordinate with the monster army!"
"Monster army, secure the Yalu River fortress. Coordinate with guild alliance!"
Villains and guild alliance cooperating? Stirring stuff.
"So, Eun-ha. What about this? Ping Tao."
Si-woo nudged Ping Tao's rolling head on the ground.
"Her? Got plans."
Everyone else seemed to ignore Ping Tao.
I stashed her severed, tumbling head in my subspace.
War's done, and I've got plenty of fun ahead.
Pyongyang
The war ended in Korea's decisive victory.
The leadership council, which had even considered nukes in extremes, knew nothing of the Sins. Yet they greenlit the war, and Zhang Wei's Sin hunter legion killed over 20,000 Korean hunters and soldiers—so they couldn't dodge responsibility.
War criminal, basically.
Thus came China's unconditional surrender.
Of course, the leadership council didn't show.
Laid up in bed, for real. They dumped vice chair—and hunter cop—Cheon Won with the job, having him surrender in their stead.
In Pyongyang, the formal unconditional surrender signing kicked off.
"I'll sign the surrender document."
Vice Chairman Cheon Won prepped to sign.
Dunno how it came to this, but now they needed approval and to handle the Beijing power vacuum.
"Why not drag the war criminal leadership council here? That trash who used Sins to crush Korea—where is he?"
"The Chairman knew nothing of the Sins."
"Didn't he start the war? I'd love to execute the bastard."
"That's..."
Sins tied to the war, sure, but the council approved it. He should've come himself.
"Fine, whatever. That coward's feared me forever. Poor guy, I'll be generous."
Cheon Won grimaced at Ha Jung-seok's words but scanned the terms.
Few clauses, all acceptable—except one that made him foam at the mouth.
"Hold on. What the hell is this?"
Cheon Won gawked at the reparations stamped on the doc.
How many zeros?
"Can't you read? Three hundred billion dollars."
"Pfft."
Mediator Shinohara Yuzuki stifled a laugh.
"Defeated nation pays reparations, fine—but 300 billion? Overkill. Might as well have nuked us."
"You think you can still nuke?"
"..."
They couldn't. Who knows when Songdo missiles strike next? The ones that vaporized a million.
"No cash? Cough up equivalent value."
"We don't have..."
Isolated globally, leadership poured budget into Beijing warlords—no options now.
"We lost over 20k, and you think surrender's enough?"
"We lost 1.3 million-plus."
Unlike canon, Korea won big—but still 20k+ casualties.
China: minimum 1.3 mil. Beijing hunters wiped, monsters piling on damage.
Even now, Beijing bleeds. China's losses? Way too huge.
"You invaded. Plenty reason to die."
"Urgh."
Vice Chairman Cheon Won had no choice but pay up.
He shed secret tears.
Leadership saddled him with vice chair just for this. Signing means he eats the hate.
No helping it.
China's got population but no war machine. If Korea storms Nanjing for real, no stopping 'em.
Korea got 150 billion in reparations—plus the Northeast Three Provinces.
Monsters there? Insane numbers.
Tons of gates; clearing just that nets massive profits.
Cheon Won handed Korea that gold mine.
Can't hold Beijing anyway; Northeast's expendable now.
Ha Jung-seok waved off gloomy Cheon Won departing.
His chief of staff approached.
"Wait, weren't they after North Korea for the cores? Why not use that huge gold mine?"
"Chief Choi, you're green. They been eyeing NK forever. But hey, got long-term rule excuse and approval ratings. Not bad."
Ha Jung-seok's call blackmailing leadership off nukes had spread among hunters.
Boosted national morale plenty.
As Ha's polls rose, Shinohara Yuzuki—judging Korea ties key—decided to buddy up personally.
Shinohara's mood soured, though.
Hesitated backing Shinsengumi, prepped refugees only—missed the Korea-China war spoon.
Her approval dipped a bit.
Korea relations more crucial now.
"Congrats on the victory, Mr. President."
"Nah. Heard you prepped support troops and took our refugees in Kyushu. Korea-Shinohara bromance this strong? Lucky us."
Ha Jung-seok smiled meaningfully.
Shinohara Yuzuki smiled back, meaningfully.
The leaders seemed peaceful on the surface.