Chapter 120
Chapter 120
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: Malice (7)
‘Brainwashed Rebel Leader Hyperion’ had been able to rampage right before his death because Lee Hae-wan had fed ‘Avales’s Poison’ to the members of the 1st Raid Team.
Unbeknownst to himself, he had contributed to the near-total annihilation of Haetae Guild’s 1st Raid Team.
Boom! Bang-!
South Korea’s top talents were bursting apart.
The weaker supporters died off one by one, starting with them.
In the blink of an eye, about 40% of Haetae Guild’s forces had vanished.
Lee Hae-wan hurried along, limping on one leg.
“Ugh... hngh...”
He had poisoned the raid team members and cooked up something shady, but Lee Hae-wan didn’t want to die.
No one wanted to die.
‘Why is this happening...? Why are the team members suddenly...!’
Lee Hae-wan hadn’t even considered the possibility that he might die.
He considered himself fairly strong, and since he always prepared meticulously and only tackled safe dungeons, he thought death was something far removed from him.
So this sudden crisis left him utterly bewildered.
Lee Hae-wan followed Han So-ra toward the base camp.
He had long since used up all the potions he carried for battle, so he desperately needed the ones stocked at the base camp.
‘...Recover before Han So-ra does.’
Then an opportunity would arise.
‘Fuck, that bitch screwing around with a worm like Park Sun-woo.’
The hunter’s curse of never knowing when death might strike only fueled Lee Hae-wan’s desires.
The terror of death, something he’d never faced before, whipped his instincts into a frenzy.
He realized how idiotic his vow of chastity had been.
He wanted sex so badly now.
Even if he died, he had to know what a woman’s pussy felt like before he went.
Everyone was too busy saving their own skins to notice.
Even if Lee Hae-wan forced himself on Han So-ra right here, no one would bat an eye.
They absolutely wouldn’t be able to pay attention.
‘Her ass is fucking huge.’
Lee Hae-wan followed behind Han So-ra, breathing heavily.
Even in this chaos, his eyes were glued to that massive ass—it really drove home how ridiculous male instincts could be.
“Hahk... heuk.”
Lee Hae-wan trudged on, exhaling breaths that reeked of sweetness.
It was like a fully loaded march, eyes locked on the back of the person ahead.
He kept following Han So-ra until she finally stopped.
“Hoo.”
Han So-ra, who had been leading the way, had halted.
‘What? Does Han So-ra have a recovery skill too?’
Han So-ra’s body had fully healed.
In less than a second, her wounds had vanished cleanly.
In utter disbelief, Lee Hae-wan gaped at her.
Han So-ra slowly stretched, then turned back around.
She reversed course from the base camp, heading toward the prison satellite instead.
With the radiant spear of light, Judgment of Glory, hovering above her head, she moved to finish off the 50th-floor boss monster, ‘Brainwashed Rebel Leader Hyperion’.
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Haetae Guild’s 3rd Raid Team Leader Sung Jae-yoon took Park Sun-woo out hunting.
Grrrrowl!
Zombies filled the 48th floor.
They cleared a path for them, luring them up to the 49th.
Ptooey-! Ptoo-!
Zombies streamed in one after another.
Giant zombies and special variants unleashed whatever attacks they had.
But they didn’t faze the 3rd Raid Team.
The 3rd Raid Team hunted down the horde.
The slaughter ended anticlimactically.
Monsters from the ‘Tower’s’ 20th floor couldn’t corner B-Rank hunters.
After wiping out the zombies, Sung Jae-yoon glanced at his 3rd Raid Team members.
Exchanging looks, they signaled it was time to start the real plan.
The main event for Sung Jae-yoon and the Haetae Guild hunters was just beginning.
The reason Haetae Guild had recruited Park Sun-woo and brought him all the way to the 20th floor.
A guild with much to lose, aiming to eliminate him without sacrificing a thing.
“Good work, everyone.”
Blissfully unaware, Park Sun-woo offered a stiff-faced word of thanks.
He’d been too worried about Han So-ra in her near-death state to focus on the hunt.
Sung Jae-yoon looked at him and grinned.
Not a friendly smile, but a vicious sneer.
“Yeah, good work.”
Sung Jae-yoon drew his ‘Lute-shaped Bronze Sword’.
He pulled the worn bronze blade from his waist and swung it swiftly.
Slash-!
“......!”
Park Sun-woo couldn’t react in time.
Even at full readiness and focus, it was questionable if he could dodge; right now, he was completely defenseless.
All his attention had been on Han So-ra.
Keeping up with a B-Rank hunter’s speed was impossible.
The ‘Lute-shaped Bronze Sword’ sliced into Park Sun-woo’s body.
But it didn’t hurt at all.
‘It only looks that way.’
Sung Jae-yoon glared at Park Sun-woo and cackled.
“Feel that? Your strength’s all gone, huh?”
The ‘Lute-shaped Bronze Sword’ sealed only stats gained on the Korean Peninsula.
That’s why it dominated Korean hunters so utterly.
It was the reason Joseon Guild’s S-Rank hunter Jang Joo-won had been captured so pathetically.
The ‘Lute-shaped Bronze Sword’ didn’t discriminate by hunter rank.
Park Sun-woo was no exception.
Park Sun-woo stared at Sung Jae-yoon in bewilderment.
He glanced at the ‘Lute-shaped Bronze Sword’ as if to ask what the hell this was...
“Aha.”
He pieced it together.
Park Sun-woo and Lee Hae-wan shared a grudge.
One that started with Han So-ra.
He’d expected they’d pull some dirty trick like this eventually.
‘Just not when.’
Haetae Guild had apparently decided to settle it as quickly as possible.
Or maybe Han So-ra’s provocation the other day had worked.
‘Whatever. Doesn’t matter.’
Park Sun-woo needed certainty.
Certainty that Haetae Guild harbored malice toward him.
Sung Jae-yoon’s preemptive strike gave him that certainty.
No more reason to hesitate.
Park Sun-woo could play his own cards now.
“Kekekek, still haven’t figured it out?”
Sung Jae-yoon mocked Park Sun-woo mercilessly for acting so calm.
The 3rd Raid Team behind him joined in, sneering and hurling insults.
“Fucking retard.”
“How the hell does a D-Rank worm like you get to be in Haetae Guild?”
“Clueless idiot. Doesn’t even know he’s about to get his skull cracked from behind. Heh heh heh.”
The ‘Lute-shaped Bronze Sword’ was glowing.
That meant Park Sun-woo’s stats were sealed.
Sung Jae-yoon sheathed the blade and spoke.
“We could just fight fair, but we need to record you suffering. That’s why we used this...”
“......”
Park Sun-woo didn’t bother asking what he meant.
The ‘Lute-shaped Bronze Sword’ was famous; he didn’t need to.
“...It only works on hunters who leveled up on the Korean Peninsula, right?”
“Yeah, you know your stuff.”
Park Sun-woo spoke flatly.
Sung Jae-yoon, with him right there, acted all leisurely.
‘He’s not even a hunter anymore. We can take our time.’
Time until the next zombie wave.
Relief from Blue Dragon Guild was still a ways off.
The 3rd Raid Team needed a toy to play with.
And here was a disposable human, not even a hunter.
Park Sun-woo scanned the 3rd Raid Team hunters.
Twelve B-Rank hunters from Haetae Guild.
Even roughly estimating, it wasn’t easy.
‘One-on-one? Could I win?’
He judged coldly and decisively.
‘No chance in hell.’
The silver lining? Haetae Guild hunters were delusional.
‘...My stats didn’t drop.’
Park Sun-woo’s stats weren’t sealed at all.
To be precise, only about level 7 worth had dipped.
‘As expected, the Taming App is OP.’
The ‘Lute-shaped Bronze Sword’ treated stats boosted by the Taming App as separate.
That seemed to be its judgment.
Currently, Park Sun-woo was at D-Rank hunter level.
Stronger than D-Rank, nearing C-Rank.
‘Escape first.’
Flee the 77-story building.
Deal with Haetae Guild after.
Clashing here now would mean getting smothered to death.
‘...Not the time to worry about So-ra.’
Park Sun-woo almost laughed.
He’d nearly swallowed the bait hook, line, and sinker—who was worrying about whom here?
Saving Han So-ra was secondary.
Surviving himself came first.
He didn’t want to lose Choi Da-eun or Han So-ra.
To keep them, he had to live.
The sight of women he cared for leaving alone to find love...
He absolutely couldn’t stand that.
“Druwa, druwa!”
Park Sun-woo glared, readying for battle.
Sung Jae-yoon and the Haetae Guild 3rd Raid Team laughed their asses off at him.
“Grab him.”
Sung Jae-yoon ordered his team.
The B-Rank hunters shot forward like arrows.
“Kuaak! Aak...!”
Park Sun-woo couldn’t even flee before being caught.
Sung Jae-yoon said,
“Beat him half to death. Keep him breathing.”
A torrent of blows rained down on Park Sun-woo.
Bruises swelled, bones cracked.
The merciless B-Rank hunters finished their assault.
They dumped Park Sun-woo’s limp body on the floor and approached Sung Jae-yoon.
“This bastard’s stats are fine.”
They’d held back, assuming he was a normal human.
When they pulled their punches, no damage went through.
The B-Rank hunters realized Park Sun-woo’s stats weren’t sealed.
Sung Jae-yoon looked down at the unconscious Park Sun-woo and clicked his tongue.
“Looks like a country bumpkin, but he’s foreign-grown?”
A guy who looked like he’d never even been on a plane, overseas-trained?
Sung Jae-yoon let out a hollow laugh.
“...Guess we’ll have to change tactics.”
Sung Jae-yoon scoured the 20th floor of the ‘Tower’ and found a large metal drum.
He filled it with water and hauled it to the 52nd floor of the 77 Building.
“There are plenty of ways to make someone beg for death.”
They’d just test them one by one.