Chapter 161
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 161
Chapter Title: 146. War God and Greed
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The rising star of the Northwest warlord. Shueri had come all the way to Shenyang, buzzing with anticipation at the thought of meeting a Korean war hero.
The Yoo Eun-ha she met in Shenyang was a woman with a light, airy vibe—nothing like the heavy intensity she'd glimpsed through drone footage.
Honestly, it was baffling.
Where on earth had a woman like that come from? What was the secret behind her strength?
Ping Tao wasn't weak. Far from it—he ranked among the strong. Shueri hadn't faced a Sin herself, but even watching the TiTube video of his battle with Yoo Eun-ha made his power clear.
The Northwest warlord's commander had said it too.
—That one's got Yellow Dragon-level strength. That girl won't stand a chance.
And yet, she'd crushed him with overwhelming force.
Heroes were supposed to be humble, composed, and hardworking, but Yoo Eun-ha was different.
—Ahaha! See? I told you, you can't beat me!
—Kuh... Kek.
—Our power sources are on completely different levels. You pathetic little bitch.
Her arrogance pierced the heavens.
Ping Tao had transformed multiple times, even stabbing a spear into Yoo Eun-ha's body once, but she'd gotten up like it was nothing, smacked the spear away, and turned his entire body into a ragged mess with that bizarre flame beam.
It wasn't the image of a hero Shueri knew at all... but she wasn't someone to hate, either.
No matter what anyone complained about. No matter how she'd come by that power. It was hers now.
Having survived every hardship in the Northwest warlord's territory, Shueri didn't cling to outdated notions of what a hero "should" be.
The survivor was the strong one. The survivor became the hero.
"Honestly, she's nothing like I imagined."
Her subordinates seemed to feel the same.
"What do you mean?"
"Yoo Eun-ha. When I saw her on the broadcast, that glare she gave Ping Tao... it was total 'How dare a loser like you challenge me? I'm on a whole other level' vibes. That's why she beat the crap out of him so brutally. Though that flaming bastard snatched the kill by then."
"The fight was already over by that point."
Still, that look definitely screamed contempt for an inferior fool daring to step up.
Grabbing Ping Tao's head and slamming it into the ground had been terrifying.
"I figured she was some psycho."
"Sure, her skills are impressive, but can she really measure up to the Leader?"
Honestly, fighting Yoo Eun-ha and expecting to win seemed like a stretch.
Unlike her, Shueri's power was only a few months old.
Thanks to it, she'd ousted her incompetent superior and taken command of this unit.
More than that, there was no reason to fight Yoo Eun-ha in the first place.
If it came down to it, she'd stand her ground—but otherwise, no thanks.
And it wasn't just raw power she had.
"Yoo Eun-ha has leadership too. From the intel we've gathered, she was thrust into leading a villain group on the president's orders, as a check against him."
"Yes. We heard she took charge of that absurdly powerful villain organization called the White Flower Cult."
The White Flower Cult. A band of monsters operating in Korea's erosion zones.
"Yet those White Flower Cult members follow her. And monsters' nature is to obey only those stronger than themselves. No matter how strong, they'd never bow to hunters or civilians."
That was the weird part.
In her fight with Ping Tao, Yoo Eun-ha had unleashed mana, not magi.
In other words, despite not being a monster herself, she wielded that level of power—and used it to command monsters.
"Come to think of it."
"Plus, the one who captured the Yellow Dragon and keeps villains as underlings—that's Baekhwa, and she handed the White Flower Cult to her. It means the monsters see Yoo Eun-ha as a being beyond their own kind, someone they must follow."
"Hearing it laid out like that, she's one hell of a figure."
Shueri had caught a glimpse on Shenyang's streets of how the monsters treated Yoo Eun-ha—their eyes screamed respect.
Especially the female monsters, who gazed at her with fiery admiration.
A superior-subordinate bond transcending human and monster. No different from lord and vassal.
Watching her subordinates goof off after stuffing themselves, Shueri felt like slipping away for a bit.
"I'm heading out for a while."
"Huh? At this hour, where to?"
A night breeze wouldn't hurt.
"This is hunter and White Flower Cult territory. What's gonna happen? Just getting some air—you guys drink up in moderation."
"““Yes, ma'am.”””
She'd said she was just getting air, but once outside, curiosity flooded her.
Especially after coming to Shenyang and meeting Yoo Eun-ha in person.
How did that woman command such leadership?
Shueri herself had been chosen by the War God, but it felt different from ordinary constellations.
[Your heart is heavy with worries.]
As she walked, the constellation's voice echoed.
The War God, called the ultimate endgame among martial constellations, was speaking to Shueri.
"It's just... strange. I've danced on the edge of life and death in the Northwest, met you, Lord Constellation, and become this... but Yoo Eun-ha..."
It felt weird to say, but she seemed to have gained it all without any visible effort.
[You've come this far in just a few months since meeting me. To others, you're untouchable. Many must envy you.]
True, but she'd been forced onto the front lines against monsters, one step from death—practically gifted the chance.
And Yoo Eun-ha's power didn't even come from a constellation.
"I know."
[This world differs greatly from the one I knew, but isn't Yoo Eun-ha of Qingzhou a key player opposing that deluded emperor Zhang Xueche?]
"Yes."
[Build ties with her. When you one day rule vast Huabei, that Yoo Eun-ha of Qingzhou will be your steadfast ally.]
"Yes, War God... Huh?"
—Woo-hyooooot!
—Aaaagh, stop it, you crazy bitch!
—Kiyoooot!
—I... I said I'm sorry! Waaah!
Loud Korean voices drew Shueri toward the source.
She arrived at a building apparently used by White Flower Cult monsters—and that's when she glimpsed it.
Thanks to the War God's enhanced vision, what she saw through that second-floor window.
The very Yoo Eun-ha she'd met during the day was on the bed, legs spread wide with an elf, thrusting and grinding away in a scissoring position.
"Sci... scissors?"
Shueri, who'd spent years battling monsters pouring in from Mongolia with zero cultural outlets, was plenty rattled by Yoo Eun-ha's extreme display—enough to shake her somewhat sentimental state.
"Women with women... can do that?"
Looking closer, there were other collapsed comrades beside Yoo Eun-ha, apparently worn out.
Utterly absurd, but Shueri decided to accept it somehow.
Yeah. Now she got it. Yoo Eun-ha was definitely a hero.
After all, wasn't there that phrase "hero among the ladies"?
It fit her perfectly.
[Shueri.]
"Yes, War God."
[Qingzhou has truly bizarre customs.]
"Y-Yeah... tell me about it."
Custom? Debatable. But somehow, Yoo Eun-ha's ferocious act felt like it might head her way in the near future.
Manju Gate 1
West of Shenyang lay a cave spawned from a gate.
A labyrinth dungeon that had existed since the Beijing warlord's days. But after their fall and the hunters who cleared it vanished, magi began leaking out again.
And one woman had come here.
A blonde white woman in a dress utterly unsuited to such a dungeon strode inside.
"Useless humans, every last one."
All aiming for the world's end, yet zero cooperation.
If not for shared goals, she'd have cut ties long ago.
Info was key against enemies. But arrogant Pride and Envy thought they could win blind, Sloth couldn't care less.
"Guess it's all on me."
Goblins charged as she entered.
"Greeeeek!"
"You filthy things dare—who do you think I am?!"
She glared like they were vermin, eyes flashing.
Instantly, the lunging goblins froze solid.
"Now, you worthless scum. You're mine. So you can't defy your master, right?"
"Gree... Greek."
The goblins bowed deeply.
Satisfied, she smirked.
"I'll show those fools—even without them, I, Greed Johanna, can dig up plenty on Yoo Eun-ha's crew."
With that, Johanna plunged deeper into the dungeon.
Soon after, monsters flooded out in numbers too vast for "flood"—seizing the area. Thus dawned the great outbreak from Manju Gate 1.
A day had passed since arriving in Shenyang.
My face was glowing.
Reina, meanwhile, had dark circles drooping so low she could pass for a dark elf—without even transforming.
Her legs wobbled; she walked bow-legged, utterly unladylike.
Glancing at her, it was almost comical.
Han Su-ji and Choi Si-woo eyed Reina cautiously.
"Uh, Reina. No transformation, but why do you look like a dark elf?"
"Don't ask."
"Not like you got circumcised or anything—why?"
Right, that reminded me. Looked just like post-circumcision.
I'd ground her raw. Bright red down there.
"It... it stings so bad down there."
"What happened while we were out?"
"Can't even talk about it."
All night. Literally all night. Until she screamed and cursed—I gave her a thorough grinding.
Fun times.
Lost in those thoughts, I reached the assembly point where Jeong Na-yoon waited.
"Everyone looks full of energy. Hmm, but why's Cadet Reina like that?"
"N-No, it's nothing."
Reina clamped her legs together with effort. Still hurting—her thighs quivered like I wanted to pin her tail right here.
"Wh-where are Shinohara and Rosaria?"
"Coming now."
Speak of the devils. Two women emerged from the distant portal.
"Ugh, my stomach's churning. How'd you link portals like this?"
Both arrived via portal.
Rosaria retched like a morning-sick pregnant woman.
No way that bastard Allen did anything shady? Nah, she couldn't be knocked up.
Canon-wise, Rosaria despises Allen.
No way he'd get her.
"Britain's so far—direct portal to Shenyang must be tough."
"Rosaria, Kotone-chan, long time!"
I approached, slinging arms around both in friendly fashion.
Shinohara Kotone accepted with her signature smile; Rosaria, seasick and limp, just flopped.
"Yoo Eun-ha. First time since the war. It was incredible."
Oh, Kotone praising me?
"Falling for me?"
"Not yet?"
"Not yet" means potential? Or playing hard to get?
Didn't matter. They'd all be mine eventually.