Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Dial 118 Without Area Code
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After Elizabeth went missing, Duran mobilized every connection he had to search for her. Not only that, but her family, House Gwen, also put in tremendous effort to find her.
But it was as if she'd vanished into thin air. Despite the massive sums of money and manpower poured in by two chaebol families, not a single trace of Elizabeth could be found.
If she'd been kidnapped, there should have at least been a ransom demand from the culprits, but nothing came. It was enough to drive anyone mad.
There was one suspect that came to mind.
S-class villain Steel Armor, who had only recently appeared but forced the strongest hero, White Knight, to his knees with absurd power.
On the very day Elizabeth disappeared, Steel Armor had shown up at the Francesco Hotel and caused a massive ruckus. He'd even erased all the recorded CCTV footage at the time.
A villain with such overwhelming superpowers just wreaking havoc and vanishing? That didn't add up. For something so coincidental, his actions felt suspiciously off.
But that was it.
It was just speculation, nowhere near enough to pin him as the culprit in Elizabeth's kidnapping. Without solid proof, they couldn't even ask the Hero Association for help.
With the search going nowhere, Duran—who truly loved Elizabeth with all his heart—began to lose his mind bit by bit. To the point where his past seemed saintly by comparison.
Dragging his exhausted body back to the suite, Duran slumped onto the sofa and stared blankly at the picture frame on the table.
In the frame were the two of them: him beaming happily, and Elizabeth with a straight face. It was a photo from their engagement ceremony.
"Where the hell are you, Elis... I miss you so much..."
Duran's eyes looked dangerous as he murmured and pulled Elis from the photo into a hug. His pupils gleamed not with light, but with madness and murderous intent.
"....."
After staring at the photo, kissing it, and whispering sweet nothings, Duran pulled a small packet of white powder from the inner pocket of his suit.
It was the drugs he'd quit after meeting Elizabeth.
Drug addicts were said to never be able to quit cold turkey, but Duran's willpower was beyond imagination. Fueled by his obsession not to appear shameful in front of Elizabeth, he'd kicked the habit without any formal treatment.
The power of love was truly great.
And the power of love was fragile.
When Elizabeth was by his side, Duran possessed unbreakable mental fortitude. But without her now, his mind crumbled rapidly, and he turned back to drugs.
"Sniiiiif! Hngh!"
Duran sprinkled the powder over Elizabeth's face in the frame and snorted it through his nose.
"Ah, aaah... Uuugh, kuhhh...!"
The high began to spread slowly.
His madness-filled pupils suddenly dilated, his body went limp, and he slumped back against the sofa. Drool spilling from his mouth, Duran started giggling like a maniac.
"Aaah, aaaah... Elis, Elis, my Elis. There you are. You missed me too, didn't you? That's why you appeared like this. Aaah... Elis, Elis, my Elis..."
As if her hallucination had appeared, Duran hugged at empty air, tears streaming down alongside his drool.
Mwah!Mwah!Smoooch!
Duran began planting kisses in the air, as if she were really standing there.
And that was when it happened.
"Room service... Huh?"
A man dressed as a Francesco Hotel employee, wearing a mask with a penguin drawing on it, stepped inside and spotted Duran in his drugged stupor.
The man stared blankly for a moment before muttering,
"Ugh, gross."
*****
Once I confirmed Elis was asleep, I grabbed the camera with the footage of her blowjob and headed out.
Avoiding people and CCTV eyes, I made my way to the hotel rooftop and toward the Francesco Hotel.
'Room 707, right? Wait, isn't that... the exact room Elis stayed in? Ugh, this perverted bastard.'
Duran was currently holed up in Suite 707. It was the same room where Elis and I had first met—the one she'd stayed in.
Why move to her old room when he had his own? What do you think?
'Fucking insane pervert sex criminal.'
When I took Elis away—er, rescued her—I hadn't grabbed her stuff. Which meant her room still had her worn clothes and underwear just sitting there.
A pedo who'd fallen for a 17-year-old minor like Duran was definitely sniffing her scent and jerking off to it.
FYI, finding his room was a breeze. One call to the Francesco Hotel did the trick.
Once I revealed who I was, they patched me straight to his chief secretary. She recognized my voice and number right away—Bal Jeong-nam, the sole heir to Bal Ji-un, the chairman.
I just asked how Duran was doing and if I could drop by to see him, where he was staying. She told me immediately. See? Easy as pie.
"Here we are. Whoa... I remember trashing the place pretty bad back then, but they've fixed it all up already."
Arriving at the Francesco Hotel, I marveled at the pristine exterior. The lobby had been wrecked, but now it looked flawless, without a single scratch.
"Alright, time to get started."
I pulled on my prepped mask and headed around to the back of the hotel.
For reference, my skull-mask was Steel Armor exclusive, so I couldn't use it here. Instead, I'd bought a cute penguin-patterned one as a substitute.
You think a simple mask hides your identity?
Surprisingly, it does.
Because masks, costumes—they're symbols.
Symbols aren't born overnight. They come from years of feats that inspire awe or terror.
And for superhumans, nothing screams "symbol" like a costume.
Me walking around barefaced? No one bats an eye. Add the skull mask? They scream and bolt.
Symbols are a hero or villain's second identity.
Nobody changes them lightly—you'd have to rebuild from scratch.
Sure, an S-class could switch and reclaim symbol status fast, but those aren't exactly common.
Anyway, back on track: I hid my identity with the new penguin mask.
"I'm Penguin Armor."
From here on, I was a Steel Armor knockoff—Penguin Armor.
Slipping through the staff door, I entered the kitchen where chefs in uniform scurried about frantically.
"How's order 8 coming?!"
"You rice-brained fuck! You call this cooking? My grandson could do better than you!"
"This is hell! Culinary hellll!"
"Shut your trap, you lunatic! Less yelling, more cooking!"
"....."
The hotel kitchen was hell on earth. Chefs dropped one by one under the endless order barrage, screaming in agony.
But they rose again, knives in hand. Warriors on the front lines of culinary hell—they wouldn't quit, even if they fell!
"Jeez, what a madhouse."
Snapping out of it amid the chaos, I strode boldly into the kitchen.
A stranger in penguin gear invading the chefs' sacred turf. Who'd dare block Penguin Armor's path? I was excited to see.
"What're you doing?! Sauté those onions!"
"One vongole pasta! One tomato! Hurry up and sauté!"
"Yes, chef!"
"....."
Shockingly, no one stopped me. They were too buried in work. Feeling awkward, I slipped through and out the kitchen.
"...No one even tried to stop me?"
What legends.
Avoiding eyes, I took the emergency stairs up to the top floor, 74th level, and hunkered in a corner to wait indefinitely.
My target: a bellboy. Specifically, one hauling room service.
Slurp! Slurp! Sluuurp! Hnngh...
Bored of waiting, I killed time watching Elis suck my dick. After looping it for an hour, a bellboy finally rolled in with a cart.
"No questions asked!"
"Guh?!"
I knocked him out cold in one shot, stripped his uniform, and changed. Perfect! No more Penguin Armor—I was now Penguin Bellboy.
Grabbing the cart, I headed to Duran's Suite 707. Two burly guards stood watch at the door.
'Oh? Superhumans?'
My body had this weird knack: it got queasy near superhumans. The stronger they were, the worse it got. No powers needed—I could spot them easy.
The nausea thickened as I neared Duran's door. At least level 4s.
"Hey? Hold it. What's that?"
One guard spotted me and barked as I approached.
"Room service for Chairman Francesco."
"The chairman ordered it? I didn't hear anything."
"No way."
"Wait. Why the weird mask?"
"Suspicious. Don't move."
"Crap."
One pulled a gun from behind, aiming at me, while the other advanced to frisk me.
You goddamn punks! Pointing guns at an innocent citizen?! That's definitely the villain greeting—Hello Bullet Storm—aimed at me!
My life was in danger!
"You fucking villain scum! Hello Bullet Storm—with no bullets!"
"Wha?! Enemy... Guh?!"
I shoved the cart rolling, overtook it, and slammed a fist into the approaching guard's solar plexus. Should've brought bullets!
"Jack! That bastard... Graaah?!"
"Neck Slice!"
I lunged like lightning at the gunman, chopping his neck with my hand blade. He screamed as his neck snapped, collapsing.
Thud! I caught the belatedly arriving cart.
"Hoo. You villain fucks. Pointing guns at a good citizen. You're villains for sure!"
Hiring villains as guards! Francesco Corp must be a corrupt evil empire. Probably bribing villain groups to hit rivals!
"You dogshit pricks. Francesco's never getting forgiveness from me!"
And they didn't pay me! If you're paying out, include everyone—leaving me out hurts. Mental anguish! It's flooding in!
"Judgment! Francesco Corp, compensate me 10 billion dollars for emotional distress. Bang bang bang!"
Great. Now I'd collect 10 billion from Francesco Corp. Very satisfactory!
Crack!
I ripped the door open with brute force and wheeled the cart into Duran's room.
"Room service... Huh?"
"Elis... Aaah, Elis... Slurp!Sluuuurp!"
Inside, Duran—clearly out of his gourd—was flicking his tongue like a snake, drool pouring out.
What the hell? Did he do drugs?
"Ugh, disgusting. You filthy pervert."
Duran was a total pervert, confirmed.
Anyway, I shut the door, pulled out the camera, and hooked it to the TV. Hit play, and...
Slurp! Slurp! Sluuurp! Hnngh...
Elis sucking my cock filled the screen. Nice quality!
"Hey, snap out of it. Duran. You pervert fuck. Wake up."
"Hehehe... Elis, I love you, Elis. Sluuurp!"
"...Fuck this."
Drug-addled Duran wouldn't come to.
"This ain't working."
No point showing him Elis blowing me if he's too far gone to realize he'd been NTR'd.
"Should I dunk him in ice water...? Huh?"
Mulling it over, I spotted the drug packet and his phone.
"....."
This idiot didn't even lock his phone? Let's see... Hero Association on 118, right?
—Hello, this is Eah Roadwin, counselor at the Hero Association. How can I assist you?
"Heh heh heh!"
—Hello?
"This is Duran Francesco! Right now, I'm snorting drugs in Suite 707 at the Francesco Hotel! Kahahahaha!"
—Uh... excuse me, sir?
"Get over here now! Eah, was it?! I'll fuck you raw! My dick's fucking huge! Kahahaha! Drugs rock! Women rock! I'll fuck you insane! Kehehehel!"
—What the hell? This guy's nuts.
"Nuts? You fucking bitch! I'm Duran Francesco! Heir to the Francesco empire! Sluts like you should be honored I spread your legs—how dare you?!"
—What?! This psycho's for real?
"Come verify if I'm crazy or cocky yourself—in Suite 707 at Francesco Hotel! I'll soak you in drugs and fuck you all night! And right now, Ice Queen's in front of me! I'm balls-deep in that ice cunt! Kehihihihi!"
—You fucking psycho! You're done! Francesco Hotel?! Stay put!
"Come at me, you bitch! Oooh! Time. To. Fuck! Drugs. Are. Goooood!"
—You son of a—
Click!
I hung up and shoved the phone into Duran's hand.
"Whew. Reported with civic duty intact today."
I reclaimed the camera and slipped out of the suite. Still, how to make that bastard a proper NTR cuck?