Chapter 160
Chapter 160
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 160
Chapter Title: The National Assembly Purge
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Three weeks after Go Yohan vanished.
People were even at a loss for words on what to call the events he unleashed upon his return.
If there was a similar word, it would be coup d'état.
Because he had toppled and seized the regime by force.
Murmurs.
Murmurs.
Abandoning democracy and returning to the past.
Murmurs.
This place was the National Assembly Building.
It was a gathering of all the current members of the National Assembly of the Republic of Korea.
Standing at the podium was none other than Yoon Seung-ah.
Murmurs.
Following the death of President Min Jun-hyuk, the prime minister was supposed to act as interim president.
But the prime minister was also implicated in this incident and treated as a criminal, so the authority had passed to another.
"Quiet."
In truth, everything was in the hands of Go Yohan and his puppets.
Silence fell.
At Yoon Seung-ah's single word, everyone shut their mouths.
Fleeting looks of discomfort and displeasure crossed their faces, but few dared to show it openly.
Trembling.
Clenching their fists and venting anger would be pointless.
Because there were people lifting and moving the corpses whose breaths had just been cut short.
Gathering here today was not by their own will.
-All National Assembly members, to the National Assembly Building.
It was an order, enforced upon them.
When they tried to defy that order for any reason.
-Sloth summons you.
They simply realized that the executors were by their sides.
Resisting fiercely would only get them dragged away.
In that gathered place, the woman called Sloth spoke.
-This is the list of those connected to demons.
The grand meeting began without even exchanging greetings or allowing any rest.
Its very first act.
-Those called out, resist with all your might if you wish.
Was a purge.
Gulp.
Just moments ago, those black thorns had pierced through people they had shared drinks with or built rapport with mere days before.
'This is insane.'
It was filled with terror and fear.
But if that were all, the chaos would have been even greater.
-These are the proofs that those just purged were connected to demons.
Then, as if she had been waiting, Sloth displayed screens and transmitted files.
They appeared on the computers connected to their seats.
-Gasp.
-This is...
They were irrefutable, clear evidence.
Static. Static.
The audio files echoing from somewhere recorded negotiations with pharmaceutical companies to distribute the seeds of demonic beasts.
Other photos captured the ecstasy of injecting those seeds into test subjects.
"You can't believe it?"
It was hard to accept easily.
These days, with deepfakes and AI technology, anyone could be fooled.
"The evidence overflows. Contracts they signed, scenes of them pledging to become minions of demons of their own accord."
Yoon Seung-ah spoke in a dry, emotionless voice.
"......"
Was it fake?
No.
'Even if it's fake, it doesn't matter.'
They had the power to turn fakes into reality.
But most here were convinced.
'This is real.'
Even a brief glance at the data made it estimable, and digging through all this material would reveal truths that couldn't be hidden by such meager means.
"Now you seem to grasp your predicament."
Yoon Seung-ah said.
"Everything you've enjoyed until now existed under His mercy."
It sounded like the ravings of a cult leader or the declaration of an executioner.
"He cautioned against this land falling into deep chaos, which would allow demons to rampage. But..."
Her expression twisted.
That impassive face.
"You joined hands with darkness even without knowing His mercy."
At the same time.
"Sigh."
Those present let out deep breaths.
No matter what, their survival was proof of their innocence...
"Not yet."
But a voice shattered that relief.
"Even if you didn't directly join hands with demons or sell your souls to their minions. Many of you are already entangled with them."
"......!"
"But He wishes to give another chance."
Yoon Seung-ah said.
"Past minor transgressions will be overlooked. But from now on, transgressions will not be forgiven. Those who should stay, stay. Those who should leave, leave."
This was.
"The final chance."
At that moment, some shot to their feet.
"This is truly insane. What are you all doing!"
He shouted at those still seated.
"Are you handing the country over to those lunatics? How long do we have to listen to this madness!"
The voice of Shim Hyeong-tae, elected at the age of thirty-four, echoed through the chamber.
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The chamber, quieted by Shim Hyeong-tae's voice, began to stir with noise again.
"Only seeing one step ahead."
Then came a voice from another corner.
It was Assemblyman Park Chan-joong, who had recently become the leader of the ruling party.
"What..."
"After seeing this evidence, that's all you have to say?"
"......!"
"I knew they were rotten already."
Clench.
Park Chan-joong clenched his fist, showing genuine fury.
"But I didn't know they were rotten to this extent."
The data reflected in his eyes now showed one assemblyman kidnapping and imprisoning young boys and girls to satisfy his lust.
Those rescued were none other than.
'The church.'
Without them, the children would have died in agony deep underground.
And from that agony.
-Contract condition: Summoning 2 horns worth of demons through the suffering of 100 boys and girls.
The evidence and circumstances of the ritual to summon demons were plain to see.
Even more shocking was that there were hundreds of such files, and without them.
"It might already be a demon paradise."
Without the church, countless demons might have rampaged.
This was not all.
"The church... you who call yourselves the church, how long have you been doing this?"
Ignoring the young assemblyman, Park Chan-joong asked Sloth.
"Are these files only about those called 'assemblymen'? Or are these... happening across the world right now?"
He asked with a detached resolve, as if prepared for death.
"At least ten years. And the rest is as you said."
"Huh."
"Huh!"
Sighs like laments.
"...You were right."
Park Chan-joong clenched his fist and said.
"I'll stay. And..."
Very late, but.
"Thank you."
Without them, he envisioned the world burning while clinging to this hollow power.
That was not all.
"What happens to us now?"
Park Chan-joong asked Sloth.
"Nothing changes. Abruptly upending the existing order would only bring side effects."
"......"
"Because this board is a filthy lump of refuse, He intervenes."
Sloth said.
"This trash bin remains yours, as before. Provided you maintain it well and don't bring in anything unnecessary."
Only then did a smile spread across Park Chan-joong's lips.
That was not all.
Clench.
The other assemblymen were relieved too.
Relieved to have survived.
Relieved to hold onto this brief power a little longer.
And.
Flash.
Eyes watching for opportunities.
'Disgusting.'
Yoon Seung-ah thought, reading those gazes.
Few among them harbored true atonement.
The rest lusted only after their paltry lives and power.
Eyes seeing the chance to seize new power at the forefront of the emerging order.
"For now, you all will live."
But the future would be different.
Swish.
Shim Hyeong-tae sat back down.
"Ahem."
Coughing awkwardly, his face still bloomed with ambition.
Creak.
The conference room doors began to close.
A considerable number had survived.
But after a month, and another month.
'Half of you will vanish again.'
Today's executions were those 'directly' connected to demons.
The worst ones, whose executions were delayed for a day like today, meant half of those remaining here.
Snicker.
Even without direct demon ties, those who chose to become demons themselves.
Those who had long acted for their own desires.
'They're needed now.'
This filthy swamp didn't suit Him.
For a clean, pure Republic of Korea.
"What must we do?"
She had to endure among these trashes.
"Why ask me?"
Yoon Seung-ah tilted her head.
"You must say it. The reasons and methods for your survival, proposals that please Him."
It was the beginning.
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Of the 300 National Assembly members, fewer than 100 survived.
Before the shock of that mass slaughter-like event could settle.
-They died well!
As their sins were revealed one by one, no sympathy remained—only rage.
Some called it fake evidence fabricated by Go Yohan, a purge by an aspiring dictator.
-Crazy bastards!
But the subsequent evidence was so clear there was no room for denial.
Deny one thing, and evidence denying the denial emerged.
Amid this, one survivor, Park Yong-man, caused an incident.
In the heart of Yeouido.
"F-For the freedom of the Republic of Korea!"
Park Yong-man, wrapped in magic bombs, shouted.
"Go Yohan is the demon! Go Yohan is...!"
"Kyaaak!"
"Run!"
As he tried to press the button, it was futile.
Crunch.
His arm torn off, nothing left to press it with.
"Park Yong-man."
The pure white reaper.
"After killing six in a drunk driving incident and burying them, what are you saying?"
Go Yohan appeared.