Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: 4. That Guy
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"Understood."
"Alright, then. Shall we discuss the next item on the agenda? Does everyone have someone in mind?"
"Yes."
"I haven't found anyone who really catches my eye..."
"Don't you dare touch the one I've marked! If you do, I'll take it as a declaration of war."
Suddenly, chaos erupted. Of course, the old man ended it with a light snap of his fingers.
"Then let's start with you, Supreme Elder Lord."
"Ahem. Very well." I am considering four candidates. They aren't the strongest, but their temperaments appeal to me. In order..."
Soon, they began naming the players they had their eyes on, one by one. There was no guarantee these players would survive to the end, but they could slightly boost their chances. These were the ones they hoped would become their successors. Direct interference was off-limits for fairness, but a little help was allowed.
The announcement served to confirm who each god was interested in—to prevent future conflicts—and to ensure no single person received too many fortuitous encounters.
"So I claimed that one first!"
"Make some concessions this time."
"I yielded last time and the time before! How many times do I have to yield?!"
"Heh heh. Calm down a bit. I've marked this one, so don't waste your effort."
"Oh? Sneaking in from the side? Feeling okay after getting beaten by the Duke of Power last time?"
"Wh-why bring that up now?!"
It was absolute pandemonium.
Most of these gods fought on the front lines themselves, and their ranks were diverse: Asura, Battle God, Martial God, Sword God, Great Arhat, and more. Their martial prowess overflowed, yet watching them clash over opinions was oddly entertaining.
"Mirinae?"
"She's from Earth. Young, but her talent is extraordinary. Not just talent—her willpower stands out too."
"Is that why she's so popular? You've pulled from Earth and other planets alike."
"That's how exceptional she is."
Still, some would have to back off. Showering one woman like Mirinae with opportunities from all of them would be grossly unfair. At most, three. After some deliberation, Asura and the Great Arhat stepped back. Her talent tempted them, but her disposition didn't quite align with theirs.
They had other prospects anyway, so they conceded gracefully.
"I'll choose the child named Aruel. She's an elf."
"She truly understands the fundamentals of magic. Ellie and Doon—those two."
"Born with divine strength and exceptional spirit. I like this guy called Kang Mu-han."
From there, the gods continued their announcements. Some overlapped but weren't declared here; others were familiar names. Soon, it was Loki's turn.
"I'll select two. One is a man named Jack Affron. Satan already mentioned him, so no need for details."
Satan's eye twitched at the name Jack Affron. He had already claimed the man. But it wasn't overly crowded—just two overlaps—so he held his tongue. The next name, however, drew interest from several gods.
"Next is a man named Yoo Sung-hoon. Swordsman class, nothing particularly special. That's all."
"The Yoo Sung-hoon you're talking about... sounds like the one I know."
"Wait, I've definitely heard that name before."
"Ah! The fastest tutorial clear! Right?"
A goddess clapped her hands, and several gods recalled Yoo Sung-hoon's name. In the world of The Mission, where hundreds of millions participated, his name stuck for one reason: clearing the tutorial at record speed left a strong impression.
But their interest waned sharply after that. He hadn't shown standout talent compared to others. Satan, in particular, had watched him for a while before recently losing interest.
"Loki, I can't fathom why you'd pick such a human. Jack Affron makes sense, but..."
Jack Affron was making waves in a city full of Americans. He could be summed up in one phrase.
Absolute Evil.
He swung his blade at the weak without hesitation for his own gain, killing children and women for fun—taboos even in Hollywood films. Not slaughter out of necessity, but for pleasure: a psychopath. And smart enough to rally people into a massive organization, leading it adeptly.
On the surface, he smiled and acted righteous to lead them, but he wielded them ruthlessly for his selfish desires, committing all manner of atrocities without a shred of conscience.
A master villain, perfectly suited to Satan's tastes.
As for Sung-hoon? Satan's answer was simple.
"Crude. And half-baked."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. He seemed to have a knack for malice when he swung at his comrade without hesitation, but everything after was the worst. If you're going to do it, commit. Not fully evil, just too sloppy."
Loki simply smiled at Satan's critique.
"You might be right. But it's not always about that. Grand evil has its charm, but petty evil has its own appeal to petty evil."
Satan craved pure, majestic, immense, powerful evil. Loki, however, sought a different flavor.
Dirty, petty, short-sighted, crude evil.
That's why he chose Sung-hoon.
How far will you go, I wonder? Rampage as much as you can.