Chapter 125
Chapter 125
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 125
Chapter Title: Just Give Me One Sentence! Anyone Who Opposes My Master, I’ll Turn Them into Criminals…!!
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We'd become assassination targets for the rankers.
The key was surviving their attempts.
Sure, me and the heroines were stronger, but facing down lunatics charging at us to kill, thinking "I'll just get a little poke in the gut" would land you straight in heaven.
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That's why I'd called this meeting.
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Kuma nodded vigorously as she spoke.
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"Huh? Why not just beat them all down?"
"Hey, hey! Starting an all-out war won't do us any good! It'll just get our sows hurt too!"
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Kuma's simple brute-force plan was shot down.
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"I'll stand in for Taeyang! I'll take the hits from the rankers instead! I'll tough it out without dying...!"
"Hey, hey!!! How's a puny little sow like you gonna stand in for this body of mine?! Huh?!!!"
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Cloé's crazy masochistic plan was rejected too.
Honestly, those two were throwaway cards anyway—this was where the real meeting began.
The brains of the sow world, the Seol sisters and Rena, ought to come up with something solid.
But... where was Seol Harin?
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"Hey. Big sow sis. Where's your little sis?"
"That's weird. I called her a bit ago. Did she mix up the time?"
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Seol Harin, that meticulous girl, mixing up the time?
No way.
An inexplicable unease washed over me...
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"Where'd you last see her?"
"In the break room. She was buried in some book... Oh, she just texted. Says she lost track of time reading. Hehe. Isn't my little sis just the cutest?"
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Missing the meeting because she was reading?
Seol Harin had gone nuts?
Just because she got tagged as prime wife sow candidate, now she was getting cocky?
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Anyway, Seol Harin had climbed too high—she needed some firm re-education soon.
Get ready...!
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"Hey. You two got nothing?"
"Well..."
"Hmm......"
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Seol Ha-jeong and Rena pondered deeply.
Normally, they'd have an answer in seconds.
This time seemed trickier.
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Was I asking too much?
Lately, I'd lost my sense of objectivity.
Not only did I come back from the dead,
but I started some weird cult and became its leader.
With stuff like that happening daily, my grip on reality was slipping...
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Just as I was about to switch plans,
the meeting room door burst open!
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"Sorry I'm late."
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It was Seol Harin.
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"Hey, hey!!! Have you lost your mind?!! What book kept you so glued you skipped the meeting?!! Huh?!!!"
"None of your business."
"Huh...?"
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Seol Harin had a book tucked under her arm.
Hiding it only made me more curious.
Was it some smut?
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But the cover text wasn't Korean or English—it looked like some European script.
German, maybe?
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"Any progress in the meeting?"
"None. Looks like we need to rethink the whole approach."
"Hmph."
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Seol Harin snorted at Rena's words.
One hell of an arrogant attitude.
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"You won't accept the plan our master worked hard on?"
"...It's not that I won't accept it—it's just no good ideas are coming up, so let's think differently."
"Rena sunbae. That's your limit. A true prime sow for our master would follow his words even if the heavens split in two."
"What're you..."
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What nonsense was this latecomer spouting?
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But the atmosphere felt off.
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"......?!"
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Eyes sparkling with crystal-clear madness.
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Not a shred of doubt in that insanity.
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Her voice too.
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It wasn't human—more like a pristine instrument playing right by my ear.
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"Our master's words are law, absolute truth itself. Whether they make sense or not, realizing every one of them is the true virtue of a sow..."
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Thwack...!
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Seol Harin passed out documents to us all.
Her plan was on them.
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"Th-this...?!"
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Even Rena, struggling to stay composed, recoiled in shock.
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It was a "false flag" operation.
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"The core of master's words is showing the public him overcoming adversity after the rankers' terror attack. That their leader was attacked, and that he rose again... Just show those two things."
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Seol Harin's plan went like this.
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When everyone was asleep.
We cause a big explosion to stir up chaos.
I emerge from the smoke, covered in blood (fake, of course).
Claim the rankers did it and rile up the public.
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It nailed the essentials, sure.
But would people buy it that easily?
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"Hey, sow. You think people'll swallow that whole? No evidence."
"'99% lies and 1% truth beats 100% truth.' We've got that 1% truth. Caroline and White Rose's testimonies."
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Where'd I hear that line before...?
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Before I could think, Rena cut in.
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"Testimony's just testimony. Not hard evidence."
"We make the hard evidence. Have Caroline say she has a recording."
"That all?"
"The masses hate the rankers anyway. Truth doesn't matter. Give 'em a reason to brand them evil, and they'll hurl stones with glee."
"...Yeah, in this setup, probably."
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Rena muttered in agreement.
Everyone seemed on board with Seol Harin's devious plan.
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Seol Harin stepped up beside me.
Staring right at me.
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"Huh? What? Spit it out if you've got something to say."
"Praise."
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Praise, huh?
No, who do you think you are, Pomi?
And just saying "praise"—way too cheeky for a slave sow!
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"Ahh—good job, you genius agitator."
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But damn, it was well done—couldn't just brush it off...
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The other girls didn't care much, but Rena was glaring daggers at Seol Harin, like lasers were shooting from her eyes.
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Seol Harin seemed to be savoring it.
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She looked up at the ceiling and shouted.
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"Agitation takes one sentence, but refuting it takes stacks of documents and evidence...! Just give me one sentence! Anyone who opposes my master, I’ll turn them into criminals…!!"
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For some reason, it evoked a far-off country's agitator...
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No... not just evoked—Goebbels straight up!
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Harin! Why the hell are you reading that?!
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"That's a sow's virtue."
"......."
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Seol Harin as Goebbels...
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Then me...
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Hitler?!
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Dungeons that blatantly force sides are rare, but defense-based ones are common.
Hence, guidelines for heroes exist.
Of course, rankers knew them inside out.
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Knowing didn't mean they followed them.
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"Okay, now we need to scout infiltration routes..."
"You want me to do that?"
"All the sub-supports are over there, so no choice..."
"Then just wing it?"
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Terrain analysis.
Confirming monster infiltration paths.
Setting up comms.
Formulating ops plans, etc...
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Mountains of work.
The problem? All that got treated like grunt work on-site.
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"Trends have changed. It's more fluid now—deal with stuff as it comes."
"When'd the guild master last run ops?"
"What, like 10 years ago?"
"That long...? You're older than I thought!"
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'It's only been 3 years...!'
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Park Hee-yeon barely calmed the vein throbbing on her forehead.
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Most team members were fresh-faced juniors compared to her.
But in this biz, seniority was fuzzy.
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The ones who hit hard were the seniors!
That mindset ruled.
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"At least set up comms. Let's find something decent."
"I'll come with."
"...Thanks."
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Not everyone was useless.
Some followed Park Hee-yeon's lead.
A precious few, but better than solo.
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As she worked silently, Park Hee-yeon racked her brain.
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'No matter how I slice it, this won't work. Kim Taeyang's side will take heavy casualties.'
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One thought dominated: Get as many back to reality alive as possible.
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'Gotta see Antus again.'
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She headed to the guild master's office.
Antus's house was still intact.
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"Antus. I need help."
"Human...!"
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Antus Kingdom was quieter than before.
Justis's stock had skyrocketed, so the kingdom should prosper too...
Strictly speaking, it wasn't boom times now.
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"Buy...?"
"To the pits...?"
"Fuck Justis... never again..."
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Good news and bad cycled, throwing Antus into chaos.
Queen Antus hunkered down in such times.
No eggs, just playing dead till it passed.
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Till the turmoil ended.
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"Survive this crisis, and the stock'll soar."
"Ooh..."
"For that, we need unity! Grant me a stigma! Or not me—bless the guild!"
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Antus was a unique constellation bound to "stocks," not heroes.
So it could stigma groups, not just individuals.
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"But this is the great chaos period... Human, show your prowess first. Everyone's dying holding highs—pushing buys now means your conscience is on vacation, right...?"
"Damn."
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That's how Antus rolled.
They boosted you when hot, but were useless in crises.
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'Should I just squash 'em?'
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A fleeting impulse, but sincere.
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'They weren't like this with oppa.'
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Things not going well dredged up Park Chung-hyun's tenure.
Antus followed him well.
Maybe they cared about name value too.
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No, definitely.
Retail investors reacted way more to hype than balance sheets.
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'Name value here too...?!'
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Frustrated, but no energy left to vent.
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Heading to the lobby, she sorted her thoughts.
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'First, convince Jung Yi-sol. Killing Kim Taeyang's overkill.'
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Hero-on-hero murder was hot gossip right now.
Endless drama of who trolled who to death.
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With eyes on them,
a rumor Jung Yi-sol killed Kim Taeyang would hit her and Justis hard.
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"Yi-sol! Quick talk!"
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Park Hee-yeon poured her soul into persuading.
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Did her sincerity work?
Heavenly aid from Park Chung-hyun?
Or Antus stigma?
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"Tch... Fine. Won't kill him."
"Really?!"
"Yeah. Really. I hate scandals too."
"Thanks!"
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So thrilled, she bear-hugged that rude Jung Yi-sol.
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"What're you doing? Gross!"
"'Cause you're cute!"
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Jung Yi-sol shoving her off had a playful edge.
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First taste of camaraderie since entering the dungeon.
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'See? I was right! We'll turn crisis to opportunity, save the guild from the mire—'
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KABOOOOOM─────────────!!!
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A massive blast shook the whole building.
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"Dorm alert!! Everyone up!!!"
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Park Hee-yeon roused the rankers.
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"Upper floors!"
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They rushed toward the explosion.
Kim Taeyang's heroes swarmed too.
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What they found was a grand conspiracy.
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"Jung Yi-sol and the rankers attacked Hero Kim Taeyang!!!"
"What?"
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Park Hee-yeon shot Jung Yi-sol a look.
Had to.
They'd just promised, right?
Was even "won't kill" a ploy?
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"Wh-what're you staring at?! I didn't do it!!"
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Jung Yi-sol was truly innocent.
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But truth often doesn't matter.
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A ranker who'd backed her blew up.
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"How do you just go rogue like this?!"
"I said I didn't!"
"You've been yapping kill-save Kim Taeyang all day—now 'not me'?"
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One jab, and everyone piled on.
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"Acting like queen, then causing accidents!"
"Selfish bitch!"
"What, blow up a bomb? If killing, do it quiet."
"Advertise the assassination?"
"Head not right?"
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Witch hunts gonna witch.
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Everyone jabs 'cause others do.
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"Proof I did it?!"
"Proof you didn't?!!"
"How do I prove that?!"
"Can't talk? Guilty then?"
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Meanwhile, Park Hee-yeon laughed bitterly at them.
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"Haha. Ha... What a mess."
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Not my side? Your side.
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They'd sunk into faction war muck.
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Collapsed concrete walls and ceiling.
In that grave of disaster,
one man stood tall, drenched head to toe in blood (ketchup + water).
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Me, Kim Taeyang.
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"Uralalala!!! This all you got to kill this body?!!!"
"Hero Kim Taeyang...!"
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The crowd that gathered called out worriedly.
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Don't come closer!
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Ketchup's obvious!
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"Stay back, it's dangerous! We'll rescue Taeyang...!"
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The quick sows pretended to support me.
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Then Jung Yi-sol's crew showed,
White Rose and Caroline yelled.
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"Jung Yi-sol without Mama! You here?! Shameless woman who attacked Kim Taeyang!"
"I see through this trick! Culprit's Jung Yi-sol!"
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News to me, but White Rose was famous as a detective hero.
Dunno if she solved cold cases, but her sleuth cosplay got her hailed as a sharp reasoner.
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"As expected of Hero White Rose!"
"Figured out the trick already!!"
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What trick? Didn't matter.
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We didn't win with facts like cowards.
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Only agitation and fabrication...!
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"Wait! I'm innocent! It wasn't me—"
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"YAMERO───────!!!!"
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Roar to seize control.
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Before she could confess,
I'd end this.
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"Hey, terror sow."
"Not terror...!"
"For your terror, this body 'forgives' you."
"Wh-what?"
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Forgive before she admits guilt.
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But the public wouldn't.
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Stamp her criminal, make me the magnanimous one—magic!
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"Clear troll, but I'll let it slide!! This body's stamina's insane, so mercy!!! Lucky you!!! Huh?!!!"
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My generosity.
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Some in the crowd covered their mouths.
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"Forgave the terrorist trying to kill him..."
"Maybe Abigail Hero was right."
"Kim Taeyang's the god of sacrifice..."
"Hero Kim Taeyang... Maybe I misjudged you......"
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The crowd looked up to me.
Glowing eyes full of rock-solid faith.
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Belief in me...!
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Blind faith...!
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One by one, they raised arms.
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Looked like solemn salute...
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This...
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Nazi salute...?
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Something off—glanced aside, Seol Harin arm up high, shouting.
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"Heil... Kim Taeyang...!"
"Hey, hey!!! Don't copy that sausage-country dictator's salute!!!"
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Whack!
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"Kyak-!"
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Finally gave her a knuckle rap.
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Next she'd glue a mustache under my nose...
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Know your lines, Harin...
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"Long live Kim Taeyang!!!"
"Long live!!!"
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Yeah. "Long live" hits right.
Not Heil Kim Taeyang bullshit...
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Anyway.
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Team loyalty = straight power!
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No team stronger than a united one.
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Alright, let's ride this wave to the endgame.
See who lasts.