Chapter 119
Chapter 119
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Malice (6)
Her body exploded.
The bodies of the S-Rank Hunters shattered into chunks of flesh.
💥 CRITICAL HIT! 💥 Boom! Bwoom-!
Starting with the utterly exhausted Hunters after the 'Brainwashed Rebel Leader Haperion' uttered the command word, they began exploding one by one in sequence.
The weaker supporters couldn't withstand even a single blast and lost their lives.
"Wha—what?"
Those at S-Rank or A-Rank were veterans among Hunters.
They weren't so fragile as to panic at the sight of people dying.
"What the hell is..."
—Kuhahaha!
Haperion burst into maniacal laughter.
A chill ran through them from his ferocious killing intent.
'We're gonna die. For real this time...!'
The restriction keeping them trapped inside the satellite prison remained intact.
Yet his presence overflowed beyond the prison walls, tightening around the Hunters' throats.
"Haa, haa!"
The Hunters gasped for ragged breaths.
They couldn't figure out what was causing it, no matter how hard they tried.
"Heal! Give me a heal!"
The A-Rank supporter was already dead.
The S-Rank supporters were barely hanging on, on the verge of total wipeout.
There was no spare capacity to heal anyone.
The damage dealers trembled in extreme terror, not knowing when they might explode and die.
Han So-ra was no different.
'...Am I gonna die here?'
She spread mana through her body to check her condition.
Surveying herself, Han So-ra's face twisted immediately.
She couldn't hide her despair.
'It's a mess.'
For now, various hormones were numbing the pain.
But the moment those anesthetic hormones broke down and her tension fully released, Han So-ra would face unimaginable agony.
"Kuhk, huaa...!"
Han So-ra turned her back.
Regardless of Haperion glaring at her, she staggered toward the base camp.
Dragging her broken leg, she exerted every ounce of strength to survive.
'...A-ra...'
She couldn't die leaving her one and only little sister behind.
If the protective shield of being an S-Rank Hunter's family vanished...
Han A-ra would have to navigate this disgusting world alone.
Han So-ra knew better than anyone how tough and lonely it was for someone with nothing.
She'd been through it herself, which made her desire to live even more desperate.
The other Hunters followed her lead.
Even without orders from Lee Hae-wan, they acted on their own.
In this situation, any chain of command was meaningless.
Hunters weren't soldiers.
As they shuffled at a snail's pace toward the base camp, she pulled out her remaining potion.
The one she'd saved after using them all up in battle.
Pop-.
The moment she uncorked it and brought the potion to her lips, Han So-ra felt a warm energy slowly spreading from her wrist.
"!"
She didn't know why.
On pure instinct, Han So-ra hurled the potion she'd been about to drink backward.
It shattered pitifully on the ground.
Crash-!
"Ma—Mask... sir..."
Han So-ra called out to Park Sun-woo in a pleading voice.
"The 50th floor. I'll show you."
As if she'd possessed the tragic heroine of a novel, she poured every last bit of her strength into it.
And she was summoned.
"Mask sir..."
Summoned to the 'Taming Room', Han So-ra met the masked Park Sun-woo.
Seeing him brought instant relief.
All strength drained from her body.
After that, she watched the flustered Park Sun-woo while receiving treatment.
He was pretending otherwise, but Han So-ra could see right through him.
His floundering and frustrated looks were even cute.
"Ma—Mask sir... I, I have something to say..."
She felt a bit better.
The pain had intensified, but it wasn't lethal anymore.
She was certain she wouldn't die.
Han So-ra lifted her mangled arm and grabbed Park Sun-woo's pant leg.
As if leaving her last words, she forced out the words with difficulty.
"Don't say it. That's an order."
Park Sun-woo replied in a low, subdued voice.
He sounded a little angry.
'...Smartphone?'
Park Sun-woo fiddled with his smartphone in the room where Han So-ra lay sprawled.
She realized that smartphone held the secrets of the 'Room'.
Park Sun-woo pulled out a potion and fed it to her.
It was one she'd recommended he buy herself.
He'd splurged on it fearing she'd get hurt, never imagining she'd be the one drinking it.
Cradled in his arms like a baby with a bottle, she sucked down the potion.
The effect was immediate.
Her body began recovering rapidly.
"Ma—Mask sir... Before I die, I have a wish..."
She'd passed the brink of death.
Maybe that's why Han So-ra started messing around, letting her emotions run wild.
"I want to see your face, Mask sir. At least the face of the man who took my first time..."
"...Talk about that after you survive."
Park Sun-woo was firm.
He had no intention of showing his face.
"After I survive..."
Han So-ra muttered, suppressing her disappointment.
"What happened? Did the raid fail to clear the 50th floor?"
Park Sun-woo asked urgently.
He seemed anxious for details.
Han So-ra explained everything that had happened.
About the Tower's 50th floor boss monster, 'Brainwashed Rebel Leader Haperion', and the bizarre body-explosion magic he'd used.
"......"
Would hearing this give him answers for clearing the 50th floor?
Stuck on the 20th floor of the Tower, there was nothing Park Sun-woo could do.
"If we can't take down the boss monster, it's over, right?"
"...Yeah, it is."
Han So-ra gripped Park Sun-woo's hand tightly.
He didn't even think to pull away.
Park Sun-woo racked his brains with Han So-ra for a way to clear the 50th floor.
All the gear and items in his 'Inventory' were useless.
"Is there absolutely no chance at all? Right now?"
"......"
Suddenly, she felt like playing a prank.
She didn't know why.
The 'Brainwashed Rebel Leader Haperion' was currently on the brink of death.
One shot from 'Judgment of Brilliance' could finish him.
But she didn't want to tell him that.
Han So-ra put on a gloomy expression.
She painted a dire picture of the 50th floor situation.
Her body was honest, though.
Park Sun-woo's heart was pounding with anxiety.
She knew it was a rotten thing to do.
She knew making him worry was trashy, but she couldn't stop.
'Because it's just too cute!'
Han So-ra gazed at Park Sun-woo with sparkling eyes.
She etched the image of his anxious trembling into her mind.
Park Sun-woo intended to restore her fully.
"Pull yourself together for two hours first."
The 'Room's summoning time limit was two hours.
One of the rules she'd learned from their frequent romps.
"...No."
Park Sun-woo started to say something but stopped.
"Wait a sec."
Park Sun-woo used his hoarded 'Room: Function Addition Ticket' to add features to the Taming App.
He'd accumulated one or two each time he hit an 'Achievement', and now he could finally use them.
The 'Room' functions he hadn't touched since the 'Sex Game'.
He selected 'Healing Spring' and 'Unlimited Summoning' from the list.
Park Sun-woo scooped up Han So-ra.
He needed to take her to the 'Healing Spring'.
"Mask sir...?"
"Let's heal you up first. We'll worry about the boss monster later."
The 50th floor boss monster.
Was there even a chance?
He didn't want to think about it right now.
Park Sun-woo carried Han So-ra princess-style to the 'Healing Spring'.
The spring glowed with a soft green aura; he gently lowered her in, submerging her wounded body.
"Ah..."
The pain vanished completely.
Her shattered bones knit back together, flesh regenerated.
Her tattered gear didn't recover, but her body's condition steadily improved.
Han So-ra realized she was fully healed.
'Aw, too bad.'
Her body was restored.
Which meant she couldn't cling to Park Sun-woo anymore.
Feeling deep regret, Han So-ra rose from the spring.
"Send me back?"
"...Wouldn't it be better to plan for the boss monster before you go? You said it's impossible to hunt."
"That was a lie."
Han So-ra rolled her neck and stretched.
Crack, craaack.
Her languid body, relaxed by the hot spring-like 'Healing Spring', let out loud pops.
"One shot's all it takes."
"......"
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"We're executing the plan today."
Haetae Guild's 3rd Raid Leader Sung Jae-yoon glanced at the isolated Park Sun-woo as he spoke.
He had no idea what the guy had been up to lately.
Even as Sung Jae-yoon and Haetae Guild schemed, there was zero reaction.
It seemed he trusted them completely.
They'd successfully lulled him into complacency.
"And tomorrow, we'll finish off the 'Blue Dragon' Guild too."
The plan was to subdue and restrain Park Sun-woo, then switch shifts.
The 'Blue Dragon' Guild Hunters would hunt mindlessly, and they'd ambush the careless bunch for a clean wipeout.
No evidence left behind.
They couldn't avoid moral backlash, but it was fine.
Once Lee Hae-wan cleared the 50th floor, the success news would bury it quickly.
Park Sun-woo, fiddling with his smartphone inside the Tower.
Full of openings.
"Understood."
The Haetae Guild members' eyes gleamed.
The 'Lute-Shaped Bronze Sword' in Sung Jae-yoon's hand would show Park Sun-woo hell.