Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Taking Over the Organization (2)
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"Pardon? You've come here... to take over?"
The man asked with a politeness that seemed out of place for his hulking build.
I silently stared at him for a moment before pointing toward the entrance.
"Show me the way."
"Sh-show you?"
As expected, words alone wouldn't cut it.
So, I raised my hand, intending to break his arms and legs...
"Yes. Right this way."
"...?"
But before I could even move, the man swiftly backed away and gestured toward the entrance.
His quick wits caught me off guard, sparking a bit of curiosity as I eyed him.
"Your name?"
"Kim Young-ho."
"I'll remember that."
At my words, Lee Seojun nodded beside me.
-He's got sharp instincts. Probably won't half-ass any job you give him.
"Hm."
I gave a short reply to Lee Seojun and pushed open the entrance door that Kim Young-ho had shown me.
Click—
The spacious warehouse interior was cluttered with dozens of computers and what looked like server machines.
Another man who had entered first must have alerted everyone, as around thirty people stood ready with tools in hand.
"Hey, you bastard! Do you even know where you are, barging in alone?!"
A short-haired, heavyset man bellowed at me.
With about thirty of them, my presence alone wasn't enough to intimidate.
'Well. I figured there'd be a fight anyway.'
I slowly loosened my hands and asked Lee Seojun,
"The contractors?"
-The one yelling and the guy next to him. Just those two.
"Fewer than expected."
I thought there'd be at least ten.
"Fewer? You crazy fuck. Kill him!"
At the fat man's shout, the rest charged at me with their tools raised.
Among those hanging back, I spotted pistols gripped in their hands.
'Might as well play around a bit.'
With that thought, I threw a light jab at the first rushing gang member.
Bam!—
It was no more than a jab in boxing terms, but the man flew back 2 or 3 meters, neck snapping backward.
"You prick!"
I effortlessly dodged a swing from another wielding a steel pipe, then crushed his knee with a low kick.
Crunch!—
"Gaaahk!"
His knee shattered predictably, bone protruding outward.
Yet the remaining thugs pressed on, fueled by momentum, refusing to retreat.
'No choice then.'
Have to knock them all down.
Bam!— Bam!—
By my standards, this wasn't even a fight to begin with.
So I took it easy, but in under 30 seconds, they were all rolling on the floor with at least one broken bone each.
"Y-you fucker! Shoot him!"
The moment the fat man yelled, they all fired at me.
Tat-tat-tang!!—
Gunshots echoed as bullets flew my way.
I clearly tracked the ordinarily imperceptible bullets and snatched all six out of the air.
Then, spreading my hand dramatically, the bullets clattered to the ground.
"......"
"......"
The gang members gawked, speechless at my feat.
"Damn it. At least C... no, B-rank. Why the hell is a B-rank storming in here?"
"B-rank?"
I echoed in disbelief, and Lee Seojun explained.
-Those bullets you caught aren't lead; they're gate special rounds. Catching them barehanded makes them think you're at least B-rank.
"To think they'd peg me as merely B-rank."
With all the S and A-rank instructors at the Hero Officer Academy, B-rank felt low-tier by comparison.
Meanwhile, the fat man—stuck in indecision—finally asked my purpose.
"W-wait! Why'd you barge in here?"
"To take over this place."
"Take over? What the hell do you want with a dump like this?"
"That's none of your concern. But you'll stop using internet gambling to recruit contractors."
I nailed the reason they set up this gambling den, and the fat man's eyes bulged.
"You bastard, you knew everything. Who sent you?"
His question implied he thought I belonged to some group.
"I said I came to take over. Surrender or not? Speak quickly."
"Shove your surrender up your ass! Fire again!"
"......"
My adjusted temperament was starting to wear thin; irritation bubbled up.
Whoosh—
In an instant, I closed in and punched each man—including the fat one—once.
Bam!—
This time, I'd put some real force into it, sending them flying 5 or 6 meters.
In less than a second, I'd handled them all. I strode straight to the fat man and ground my heel into his ankle.
Grind—
"Gaaaaah!"
"What was that? 'Shove surrender up your ass'?"
"W-wait! My ankle! Aaaagh!"
"Wonder how long that bravado lasts."
Without pause, I shifted my foot slightly, now grinding his shin.
Grind—
"Aaaaagh!! I surrender! I surrender!"
"You surrender?"
"No—I formally surrender!"
He corrected himself instantly, showing he wasn't entirely clueless.
Anyway, gazing down at the now-surrendered man, I conjured a sheet of paper from thin air.
"If you're surrendering, read and sign this contract."
"C-contract?"
"A special one, at that."
It was the ability card from the 12th world I'd used before.
A contract card, alongside [Transformation] and [Acting].
【No. 003『Contract +10』】
【Rank: SSS】
【Description: Contracts are sacred. They cannot be broken.】
【Special Ability 1: Summon a contract with any desired terms at any time.】
【Special Ability 2: Terms can be altered by mutual agreement even after completion.】
The contract terms were as follows:
1. Obey my words without question.
2. Never betray me or those around me.
3. Perform assigned tasks with utmost sincerity.
In short, a slave contract.
It was also the "leash" I'd mentioned to Lee Seojun before leaving.
"Y-you psycho. This is a total slave contract."
"Would've been different if you'd surrendered from the start. Don't like it?"
Grind—
"Aaaaagh!! You mad bastard!"
I ground his other ankle, and he screamed loud enough to shake the warehouse.
"Fine. Let's see how long you hold out."
"I-I'll do it! I said I'll do it, you dog!"
Lasting less than I'd thought, the fat man yelled again and eyed the contract.
"Goddamn it. At least give me a pen."
At the mention of a pen, I grabbed one from a nearby computer desk and tossed it over.
Tears streaming from whatever injustice he felt, the fat man signed the contract I'd conjured.
Flash—
The contract glowed once before vanishing.
And above his head floated a contract marker visible only to me.
'Finally got the first one.'
Now for the rest.
"You lot need to sign too."
I said that and conjured dozens more contracts from thin air, scattering them among them.
They all grimaced at the terms, faces screaming doom, but had no choice but to sign.
-Lee Seongmin. What's with that contract?
"The leash I mentioned before."
That was all I replied as I scanned the markers above their heads to check for holdouts.
Whether from my handiwork or underestimating the contract, they'd all signed.
Click—
"Ah. All done?"
Then the entrance door opened, and the burly Kim Young-ho cautiously stepped in.
The sudden silence must have clued him in that things were over.
'Didn’t expect him not to run.'
I looked at him curiously, and Lee Seojun chimed in with a similar gaze.
-He was probably watching to see if you could clean house, then switch sides right away.
If I lost, side with the organization; if I won, side with me. Smart—no real losses.
"Right. Kim Young-ho."
"Yes. Kim Young-ho. Thank you for remembering."
The downed gang members glared murderously, piecing it together.
'Might as well use him.'
His instincts seemed decent; keeping him around could work.
"You sign this contract too."
I conjured one first and sent it his way.
It glided like a paper airplane, landing gently in Kim Young-ho's hands.
He caught it politely with both hands, then wore a sour expression.
"Uh? The terms in this contract..."
"What about them?"
"N-no, I mean, they're amazingly generous."
His eyes flicked to the gang members with broken bones and the fat man's mangled legs, and he backpedaled fast.
He snatched a pen from the desk and signed swiftly, though his face screamed he'd picked the wrong horse.
'Well. He didn't expect a slave contract right off the bat.'
With the organization now under my thumb, it was time to patch them up.
First, I extended my hand toward the fat man, who looked liable to bleed out.
'Revival Heal.'
Flash!—
The healer's power from the 8th world.
A brilliant light mended his broken bones and pulverized legs back to perfect condition.
"Wh-what?!"
"No way."
The gang members stared in disbelief at my ability.
"A healer with a face like that."
"......"
Who said that just now?
I whipped my head around, but they all ducked their gazes evasively.
Anyway, this Revival Heal even replenished lost blood, so they could move right away.
'Patch 'em all up first.'
With that, I went around healing every last gang member.