Chapter 59
Chapter 59
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: penny
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: This Is My Holy War
-----------------------------------------------------------------
“……Thank you.”
In the end, the Association’s Investigation Department had to head back empty-handed.
No, considering the corruption in the Blade Guild and various other guilds that Black Mirror had tossed their way, along with the evidence, it was more like they were clutching gold.
It was that impressive—enough to guarantee Kim Dayeon at least two promotions.
“What for?”
On the way back to the church, as Kang In spoke with his fist clenched tight, Go Yohan asked.
“……You didn’t have to go that far.”
He had overheard Go Yohan’s words from outside the door.
It wasn’t intentional; he had been standing guard just in case, and that’s when he heard it.
‘Grateful people.’
Those words wouldn’t leave Kang In’s mind.
“But I just don’t get it. Why go to such lengths...?”
If he wanted to suppress it, he could have.
There were plenty of people who could step in as replacements.
Yet Go Yohan had chosen to reveal himself instead of hiding, even sharing a part of it just with Go Minji.
“Why go so far for Player Go Minji... no, for Sis?”
Kang In couldn’t easily wrap his head around it.
“Go Minji’s smart, but she’s also a total idiot.”
Go Yohan gave a wry smile as he spoke.
“She won’t give up unless I lay it out like this. Berserkers aren’t berserkers for nothing, you know? She’s completely nuts.”
“……”
Kang In cracked a faint smile.
“Your bros and parents would just quietly stick by you. But Go Minji... you saw her, right? She’ll try to take it back no matter what.”
So that’s why.
“And......”
But that wasn’t the only reason.
“Let’s just call it human emotion.”
His own way of being considerate, so Go Minji wouldn’t suffer for too long.
“It was going to come out anyway.”
He figured it would be better for her to hear it straight from him than from someone else or somewhere else.
They arrived at the church.
“You’re back?”
Pastor Park Doyoung had been waiting for Go Yohan.
In the past, swallowed by the Tumor, he had aimed for one of Korea’s seats when the church pushed outward but stepped aside.
Instead, Choi Byung-su, who had lost his arm back then and received treatment, took over Korea.
Park Doyoung oversaw it all, gathering stories and orders from Greed and the Apostles, then deploying them precisely where needed.
“……You’ve worked hard.”
“No need for that.”
“There’s been contact from the Association.”
Go Yohan nodded at that.
The Association—more precisely, from current Association Chairman Gu Seunghun.
“They said they’ll cover it all up. That’s all they can do. But in exchange...”
“A condition’s attached, huh.”
Park Doyoung nodded at Go Yohan’s words.
“No need to hear more. It’s probably something like backing the Chairman, or the Association itself......”
Complicated politics, vested interests, that sort of thing.
Greed would probably welcome it.
In fact.
‘If you just permit it.’
She had said that with Go Yohan’s permission, she’d take over the Association.
But he hadn’t given it.
“This is... my holy war.”
Those around him ground their teeth at Go Yohan’s words.
Go Yohan had never once forced anything on them.
Not even now.
“I won’t allow any politics or vested interests to interfere with this declaration of holy war. If it comes to that, things will only get more tangled.”
Greed might be confident, but Go Yohan thought differently.
It came from ‘experience’ that Greed lacked.
‘Travania.’
What had happened there.
“Of course, I’ll let whatever happens behind the scenes slide. It’s necessary, and I’m grateful for it.”
He had abandoned the arrogance of facing demons alone.
To exterminate them, he would stake absolutely everything.
“But as I said.”
Go Yohan raised his voice.
“This is my holy war. Prepare yourselves.”
Park Doyoung and Kang In both had plenty they wanted to say in response to Go Yohan.
Of course, it wasn’t that he was making the wrong choice.
‘It’s necessary.’
If anything, it was exactly what they had hoped for.
Just...
‘This isn’t a burden for you to carry alone.’
‘It’s not a war you have to fight by yourself.’
It had been that way for a long time now.
‘It’s our holy war.’
They had faith now.
Not in some goddess Go Yohan occasionally murmured about.
[Zealot of Zealots]
[Faith stat increases.]
It was faith in Go Yohan, who bore the will to save the world.
*
*
*
Suspicion and rumors about Go Yohan were swelling like a monster, shaking all of Korea.
If he had been an ordinary civilian, it wouldn’t have reached this point.
But because he was the bloodline of Korea’s top guild, Sanctum.
Because of his striking appearance.
Because of the unnatural power he had shown lately.
And for countless other reasons, the stories about Go Yohan were spreading without end.
And then.
Murmur murmur.
Today, word spread to various media outlets that Go Yohan himself would appear at the Saman Convention Hotel.
The Saman Convention Hotel, site of the previous Goldian auction and the Jaw riot, had already finished repairs.
And security for it.
“……”
Was being handled by Saman’s Vision Eye raid leader.
The hall was packed with reporters.
“Sanctum says they know nothing about it?”
“The Association too. If anything, they’re showing displeasure.”
“What’d the Chairman say? Off the record, but... something like ‘too rigid and it’ll snap’?”
“Guess they tried some scheme, but Go Yohan wouldn’t play along.”
The reporters’ mood?
A downright festival.
“Scoops everywhere lately.”
“Traffic’s exploding, right?”
“Anything we pump out is a hit. Black Mirror! Go Yohan! Gates! Jaw! Keywords are so obvious, we could phone it in.”
Amid all the scoops flying around lately, Go Yohan was one of them.
“What could it be?”
“What’s he gonna announce?”
The reporters buzzed with theories before his arrival.
“Hojo Guild... might be true.”
“Forest?”
“Doubt it, though.”
“Whatever it is, they won’t admit it. There’s talk he was scouted in Russia.”
“What bullshit is that?”
“You know Ivan, right? The guy who grabbed real power in Russia this time?”
Reporters settled into seats one by one, chatting.
“Ivan?”
“This is hot stuff. You don’t know Ivan? He’s got the Russian player scene locked down.”
“Yeah, and?”
“It’s unofficial, but he expressed regret over the Go Yohan rumors and kinda came out in support.”
“What? Over just Go Yohan?”
“Exactly. That’s why the rumors are flying.”
“No way. So Sanctum’s son is a Russian spy or something?”
The elite, fawned over as they came and went from the Blue House, were spouting nonsense bordering on fiction.
“So, whatever it is......”
That’s when it happened.
“......this announcement’s gonna be huge, no doubt.”
Saman’s guards stepped aside, and the door finally opened.
Through it.
“......Visuals for real?”
“Weird.”
Silver-white hair, sky-blue eyes.
The man with albinism stepped into view.
Unlike his usual casual attire, today he wore a sharp suit.
But considering the tattoos peeking through, all those elements clashed yet somehow formed a strange harmony.
Finally, Go Yohan took the podium.
“Player Go Yohan!”
“Go Yohan!”
Reporters shouted his name like they’d been waiting forever.
“Quiet.”
Go Yohan’s voice echoed through the mic.
Silence.
It dropped.
*
*
*
“……”
Reporters gaped in shock.
They tried to shout, but no sound came out.
‘Is this even possible?’
Player abilities bordered on superpowers, sure, but with this many people.
Especially here, packed with player-turned-reporters—no one thought someone could pull this off.
“I’ll skip the greetings. I’m Go Yohan.”
His voice alone filled the hall.
“You must have a lot of questions, but I won’t take any.”
Reporters’ faces twisted in irritation and shock.
What Go Yohan was doing felt arbitrary, like a child’s tantrum.
Even Go Jaehan of Sanctum wouldn’t pull this, let alone the Association Chairman.
“First......”
Go Yohan scanned the crowd as he spoke.
“The execution of Hojo Guild is true.”
“……!”
“Forest too......”
He could almost hear the reporters’ breaths catch.
“True.”
Crazy!
“Both were influenced by Jaw, and I assume you already know about Jaw. Related materials will be distributed later.”
Go Yohan spoke matter-of-factly.
“Not just Jaw.”
His voice dominated the hall.
“All data on Demonic Beasts, Demonic Stones, demons—everything. It’ll be released.”
What the hell is he saying?
“The demon invasion has been underway for a while, and I’m at the starting point. This has nothing to do with Sanctum, the Association, Korea, Russia... or anywhere else.”
Go Yohan declared.
“This is solely my holy war.”
“…….!”
“To all of you, and everyone who hears this.”
Go Yohan’s eyes seemed to flicker.
“I will intervene in everything demon-related, with no mercy or leniency.”
Wait, hold on.
Too fast.
Reporters wanted to scream it.
“You’re free to get involved with demons, but those who interfere with me or sell their souls to demons......”
Go Yohan fiddled with the mic, as if confirming his voice carried.
“Consider this a warning: I will tear them apart.”
Whoosh!
“This spectacle isn’t just for ‘humans,’ I suspect. Remember who your true enemy is.”
Chills began to rise.
From the madness, the rage, the indescribable torrent.
Crackle!
Everyone there—reporters included—felt goosebumps erupt.
No, this scene was even being broadcast live on several networks.
“Michael. Remember that name and tremble. Run if you must, hide if you want. I......”
Thud.
“......will hunt you all down.”
The light flickering in Go Yohan’s eyes faded.
“I know some call me a villain. Not wrong. Call me whatever.”
The goosebumps wouldn’t subside.
“Villain or demon, doesn’t matter. But mark my words: demons, denizens of hell, must be eradicated from this world. And they will destroy your world too.”
That was it.
Creak.
Go Yohan left the press room, mic feedback trailing behind.
“Phew!”
Only after he was gone did reporters breathe again, as if given permission.
“W-what just happened?”
One thing was clear.
“U-upload it now!”
Whatever it was, the first to post would explode with traffic.