Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: A Place Without Light (2)
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"So, you're asking me to sell this for you, Ekaterina?"
"That's right. Zarvaka corpses always have demand... right?"
"Hah, since when did you start being so picky about your jobs, Ekaterina?"
In some deep, shadowy corner of the underworld. A filthy room thick with cigarette smoke and the stench of rotting entrails.
Human heads dangled from the ceiling, and corpses hung limply all around.
In the midst of it all, a woman sat comfortably in a chair right beneath the corpses, casually nodding her head.
"I never imagined the great Ekaterina Vladimirovna Medvedeva would grace this remote corner of the Far East. What an honor."
And in front of her sat a man burning a Cuban cigar, staring intently ahead.
His suit, hat, and shoes were impeccably neat, but his face was brutally scarred—utterly mismatched with his attire.
His right eye had been torn long ago, and his body was covered in filthy scars from bullets and blades.
Yet she nodded indifferently, as if none of it mattered.
"So, how much?"
"75 million rubles."
"80 million."
"78 million."
"79."
"How about we settle at 78.5 million rubles? As a service, I could throw in some basic support."
"What kind of support?"
The man smirked at Buer—no, Ekaterina's words.
"Don't you need to sneak back into Korea? You're not thinking of crossing the Yalu River into the peninsula, are you? You'll have to go via the Okhotsk Sea and East Sea. Even for you, Ekaterina, swimming across those rough waters isn't an option. You've always preferred routes from China to Korea anyway."
"True enough."
To get from Vladivostok to Korea, you had to cross the sea no matter what.
Heading to Manchuria was fine, but below that loomed the world's most isolated nation. Slipping past their eyes through northern Korea to the South was practically impossible.
So the best bet was departing Vladivostok by sea and sneaking into a port city like Pohang or Busan.
Ekaterina was smart enough to know that.
And she knew this wasn't a bad deal at all.
Sure, 78.5 million rubles was just over 1.5 billion won—a bit stingy. But in exchange, she'd get the cooperation of the Far East mafiosi. Not bad at all.
"Fine, 78.5 million rubles it is."
"Good."
Ekaterina extended her hand toward the man.
He grasped it and shook lightly.
Then he pulled out a bottle of vodka over 50 proof from somewhere, and they began chugging it down together.
"Whoa!"
They popped the cap and poured it into glasses, burning their throats together.
As they downed the booze excitedly without any snacks...
BANG—!
A gunshot rang out from outside the dark room, loud enough to cause tinnitus.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Ah, shit.
Dirty.
Shooting the gun felt good.
Pulling the trigger sent a steel-jacketed lead bullet ripping through the air, exploding the tattooed pig bastard's head.
Blood splattered everywhere, getting a bit on my clothes—which was annoying—but overall, tolerable.
"Ах ты, сука?"
But how do I handle this?
Kill them all?
Killing the pig drew every eye in the place to me.
These massive Russians staring me down— the pressure was no joke.
"Хуёво."
"Ah, fuck, I don't speak Russian!"
What the hell have they been saying since earlier? I'm seriously asking because I don't know.
"Doesn't anyone here speak English? Or Korean, for fuck's sake."
Is there really no one who speaks English?
For real? No one?
Looking around, even these brutish Russians seemed confused, just tilting their heads.
So frustrating.
"Чего он там пиздит?"
"Ah, fuck, what are you saying?!"
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Weapon Transformation (A) Desert Eagle → AK-47
Aiming the Kalashnikov's blessing at our Slavic friends' heads, they grinned like it was fun and started pulling weapons.
"Ha?"
Baseball bats, machetes, axes, sickles and hammers... not sure about that last one.
They like red, I guess. Those mustaches are... wait, black?
Slavic bros pulling all sorts—firearms, melee, no discrimination.
"Alright, come at me then."
I aimed our big, sturdy, lovable AK-47.
Slav hunting. Let's give it a shot.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Please... kid, don't cause trouble. Just stay quiet...!"
At the sudden gunshot, Buer bolted out of the room toward the gambling den.
Of course, the kid wouldn't die in a place like this, but what if?
If she unleashed her powers underground, cleanup would be a nightmare.
If a fight broke out, best case was killing everyone and leaving the kid alone.
'Please...'
Buer prayed desperately in her heart as she rushed to the kid's location.
She flung open the bloodstained iron door and stepped back into the gambling den.
"What... the hell?"
The sight that greeted Buer was...
"Kyaa! My sisters can really hold their liquor!"
"Get another round in! Don't be a pussy!"
...The 159cm dwarf arm-in-arm with burly Russians, chugging vodka.
Dozens of empty vodka bottles littered the floor, and the kid held a smoking AK-47.
But no signs of a shootout or bullet holes anywhere.
Well, one guy looked head-exploded, and there were a few ceiling pockmarks.
Fired into the air?
Or did these crazies get moved by the sudden AK-47?
I can't understand these Slavs, even if they're kin.
"What is this?"
Buer had planned for the worst: grab the kid and escape.
She figured if trouble started, the kid would massacre anyone in the way.
If she touched or killed Russian mafia, no help in Far East Russia. Buer was ready to cross the Yalu, punch through North Korea, and head south. That was the plan...
"Drink uuuup!"
"Let’s goooo!!!!"
"...These fucking lunatics."
Maybe they're off their meds lately.
Delusions of grandeur kicking in.
Yeah, let's go with that.
She had to.
Buer decided that was it.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After Tree Tree and the Slavic bros got hammered, Buer carried the wasted tree off quietly.
A kid whose limit was five beers chugging 40-50 proof vodkas straight? Losing her mind and stumbling was inevitable.
Buer entered the mafia-provided room, receiving bows from the burly Slavs.
She laid Tree Tree on the bed.
"Aah... I... shot... cooool..."
Laid on the bed, the tree muttered in her sleep and plunged into deep slumber.
"How the hell did she drink that much with those guys?"
She'd thought a fight from the gunshot, but it turned into a booze fest. How baffling.
"Well, at least it's fine."
With the kid like this, no moving tonight.
Money secured anyway. Buer figured they'd head to Korea tomorrow and lay down quietly beside the kid.
"..."
Then carefully climbed over the kid's body, mounting her.
"So cute."
Tree Tree—no, Yeon Mu's face was always adorable.
Blue eyes no Korean could have, a petite face.
Yeon Mu probably saw herself as a badass boyish girl-crush. Her career was flashy enough: Afghan, Syria, Somalia, Yemen, South Sudan—years rotating through Africa, Middle East, Asia as a soldier. Post-discharge, a legendary hitwoman.
First to assassinate an S-rank hunter. Once called Afghanistan's mad dog sniper, Taliban terror.
But now, that sniper was drunk off her ass, defenseless on the bed.
Crop top exposing her navel, short shorts, leggings, garter belt below.
"..."
Baikal-blue eyes, tiny breasts asserting presence.
"...She's asleep anyway, right?"
And tonight, Yeon Mu was in deep sleep.
The kind where she'd sleep through nearby gunfire or being carried off.
"Heh. Nice."
So Buer gently stroked Yeon Mu's body.
Starting from toes, slowly up the legs.
Hand reached navel, then swept upward.
Yeon Mu winced and whimpered at each touch, but Buer just smiled, finding even that cute.
After stroking from head to toe, Buer undressed.
204cm giant mounted the 148cm dwarf.
Huge breasts jiggled with elastic bounce.
"I don't care anyway."
Man or woman, as long as it tastes good.
Conquering a strong man beneath her was great, but gently violating the defenseless like this? Also great.
Ekaterina was always like that.
Bullying stronger or weaker—it was fun.
Playing with them carefully at her fingertips, without breaking.
"Looks like tonight's gonna be long."
Short for Yeon Mu, maybe.
She wouldn't go too far, though.
"Pretty."
Ekaterina had fallen for Yeon Mu's eyes from their first meeting.
That gaze in Russia: venomous, prickly, dangerous.
But something alluring dwelling within.
So Buer—Ekaterina—loved Yeon Mu's innocent eyes.
The world's most dangerous and powerful, yet tiny and cute before Ekaterina. The perfect toy and companion to torment and cherish forever.