Chapter 442
Chapter 442
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 442
Chapter Title: Level Up System
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I drove the stolen luxury import. A sedan worth about 200 million won.
I'd picked it carefully since we were heading to one of Korea's ritziest neighborhoods.
The car pulled up in front of the Ho family estate's walls.
"Whew. I'm nervous."
"You weren't when we hit that convenience store."
"That was easy. I could've done it solo without you, oppa. Don't you remember?"
Last night, I'd sent her in alone to rob the store. The clerk shook like a leaf at the sight of Yu Jae-kyung in that red suit and clown mask Yu Jae-kyung had worn, handing over the cash like tribute.
"I remember. You did great. So you're more nervous than your first store hit?"
"Less than back then... No matter what happens, you've got my back, oppa."
Yu Jae-kyung trusted me completely. Even suggesting we rob the Ho family of Ho Kyung Group was possible because she believed in me.
To her, my hypnosis ability must've seemed close to omnipotent.
"There are probably bodyguards inside the house, right?"
"No way. Who keeps guards inside their home? Even for them..."
I couldn't finish the sentence.
Muscular men who screamed bodyguard were approaching us from up ahead. Their vibe was pure security detail.
"O-oppa."
Yu Jae-kyung called out to me in a panic. Things had gone sideways right from the start. This was unexpected.
'Why now? This is chaebol territory in Korea. Security shouldn't be this tight.'
A quick think told me the reason.
Seoul was currently crawling with Red Light and Snow Light on a rampage. Red Light especially was a psycho killer plastered all over the news as public enemy number one.
'They even said convenience store sales tanked because of me... Not the point.'
And the Gangchon-dong shooting that went unsolved.
The city was on edge.
"Oppa, what do we do?"
Four bodyguards total. Muscles bulging even under their clothes. Trained in martial arts, no doubt.
But that didn't matter.
"Gotta handle the annoyances. Wait here."
I grabbed the cleaver and stepped out of the car.
"Red Light!"
"Take him down!"
"Maknae! Call the cops... Gurk!"
I jammed the cleaver into the lead guy's throat. Acceleration and Fleeting Moment let me close in before he could react.
The others charged. I exhaled calmly, flipping the cleaver reverse grip. Then I killed them one by one. Slashed throats, stabbed hearts.
They hit the ground bleeding out in under five seconds.
Even if my physical stats were average civilian level, the combat experience etched into my body was on another plane. Plus, I had Acceleration.
The last one, the maknae, trembled despite his bulk and bolted.
"Where do you think you're going."
I hurled the cleaver. It flew true, embedding in his neck before bouncing off. The blade had dulled from carving through three guys already. My weak strength didn't help.
He didn't even look back, sprinting full tilt.
"Should've used the dwarf slaves' cleaver."
I drew the silenced pistol, aimed at his fleeing head, and fired.
I turned back and beckoned to the car.
Yu Jae-kyung got out of the passenger seat at my signal. Even with the clown mask, I could tell she was rigid.
'Not shaking as bad as I thought.'
I handed her the pistol and pulled a fresh one from my inventory. Both with silencers, of course.
"Oppa?"
"Just in case. More guards inside maybe."
"...Okay."
We floored it over the wall into the estate.
Someone approached across the pristine, sprawling lawn. A middle-aged auntie type in an apron—housekeeper for sure. She was moving some potted plants.
'Fat and ugly.'
I shot her dead.
She crumpled silently onto the grass.
"......"
I led Yu Jae-kyung, who drew a quiet breath, into the house.
The whole family was gathered in the living room. Now I got why the guards had been so on point. The group's power players must've assembled for a family meeting.
"Red Light... Snow Light!"
A middle-aged man shot to his feet at the sight of us. The family's eyes turned my way.
Ten in total.
The chairman, three middle-aged men, three middle-aged women, one college girl, one young guy, one middle-school boy.
First, I blew the kid's brains out. He dropped, blood pooling on the marble floor.
"Yep, Red Light here. No noise. Kneel, hands up. Unless you wanna die."
I spun the pistol with a flourish.
"Jun-woo! Kyaaah...!"
The gun barked. The bullet punched through a middle-aged woman's forehead.
"Told you in Korean, so why the fuck not listen."
"......"
Two down in seconds.
I swept the barrel left to right. They flinched under the sights.
"Kneel."
They finally dropped to their knees. I took the chairman's seat. Yu Jae-kyung slung a baseball bat over her shoulder, glaring at the college girl.
The college girl—Ho In-na, was it? Pretty cute, almost up to Yu Jae-kyung's level.
"Fancy chair's comfy as hell."
"...Red Light."
"Yeah?"
The oldest one. Ho Kyung Group's chairman called to me.
His eyes gleamed sharp, proof he hadn't risen to the top without grit.
That glare almost made me shoot him on reflex.
"Whose orders are you following?"
"Orders? Don't do that shit."
"Then you're after our money. How much?"
"......"
I eyed the chairman. Kneeling, but staring me down. Impressive resolve. Grandson dead, his own life on the line, and he kept his cool.
"Gramps. Ease up on the eyes."
"......"
"Ease up."
Still the same after twice.
I raised the gun and fired. The bullet hit the young guy's forehead.
"......!"
Bloodshot rage filled the chairman's eyes. My barrel swung to Ho In-na.
"Eyes."
"......"
The chairman relaxed his gaze, looking down.
"Gramps. Remote. Change from this boring news."
"......Why.... Just say what you want..."
No steel in his voice anymore.
"Remote. You making me repeat myself?"
"......"
The chairman stood, picked up the remote from the floor, and handed it over.
"Sit back down."
I flipped channels. Swapped the dull news for a hot variety show. A trending girl group was guesting, hamming it up. I smirked at the TV.
"Damn, hot."
Visit tomorrow? Nah, no rush. I'll eat them eventually—no need to hurry.
"Red Light oppa."
Yu Jae-kyung called me.
"Yeah? What's up, Snow Light?"
"Wanna talk to this bitch alone... Okay?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
Yu Jae-kyung grabbed Ho In-na by the hair. Hard enough it hurt to watch.
"Kyaaah!"
Ho In-na screamed.
"Quiet."
Yu Jae-kyung bashed her side with the bat. Ho In-na choked and followed into the room, gun to her head.
Screams and thuds leaked from the room.
The gun's power was absolute.
Blood kin getting beaten, but too scared of the guns to move.
"Pfft. She's really laying into her. Nice."
Five minutes later, the show ended.
I shut off the TV.
"You aunties over there."
"U-us?"
"Yes?"
The middle-aged women sobbing quietly jumped. They looked young for their age—money bought good upkeep.
"Strip."
"......!"
Their eyes widened. Tears streamed, but no mercy. At gunpoint, they stripped amid sobs.
"Underwear too."
Their bodies were youthful for their age, but couldn't fully hide it. Sagging tits, dark brown nipples. Bellies out, hairy bushes, dark labia.
"Come suck my dick."
Too bad Yu Jae-kyung took Ho In-na. I'd have ignored these hags otherwise.
They hesitated; I aimed. Sobbing, they approached.
"Red Light!"
A middle-aged man lurched up.
I glanced indifferently. He met my eyes, shuddered, then knelt at gunpoint.
"Almost killed you."
"......"
"What're you aunties waiting for? Tongue out, lick my dick. Not your first time."
"Hic... Please spare us."
"Spare us, please..."
"Don't, and you die."
My threat got their tongues on my cock.
I looked up. No interest in their faces. I stood the three middle-aged men up.
They quivered, eyes full of terror.
I handed each a cleaver.
"One survivor. Fight."
They froze in shock.
"Red Light."
The chairman rasped my name.
"...300 billion. 300 billion. Stop now. Spare my sons..."
"Shorten it up."
"Uwaaaaaah!"
One middle-aged man screamed a kiai and charged with the cleaver. I used Fleeting Moment, aimed at his legs, fired. Four bullets shredded both thighs and knees.
"Gaaah!"
He collapsed screaming.
"Jung-seok!"
The stunned chairman called his name. I jumped up, snatched his cleaver, slashed away—arms, shoulders, fingers severed.
"Aaak! Ak! Kyaak! Sp-spare... Ak!"
Torture's a hassle. I stabbed his gut, sliced sideways. Blood and guts spilled out.
He died slowly.
I tossed the cleaver and sat. The terrified aunties resumed sucking at my gesture.
"Make me cum in ten minutes... or die."
They sucked harder.
The chairman glared bloodshot.
"500 billion..."
"Don't need it."
I ignored his dead-fish stare, eyed his remaining sons.
"Fight. Unless you want that fate."
They sweated cold, glancing at the corpse.
"Five seconds."
At three, one spoke.
"B-bro. No choice... One of us has to live... Someone's gotta lead the family and group..."
The younger gripped his cleaver two-handed, shaking.
The older clenched his teeth, glaring murderously, gripping his.
"Our line can't end here. ...You're right, someone has to lead. But it's me, the eldest."
"I'm better than you. You tanked a company last time."
"Like I'd trust you with your track record."
I fired between them. They flinched, looked at me.
"No chit-chat. Fight with blades. Or both die nice together."
Younger moved first. Gut stab, but older dodged, shirt torn, blood flowing.
"You bastard...!"
Enraged older charged.
The cockfight began.
"......"
The chairman did nothing as his sons fought. Eyes shut, silent. Probably thinking one had to survive.
I watched, then came.
"Hoo... Aunties got skills. Do it right, huh. Now grab the table, bend over, ass out."
I fucked the aunties while watching the brothers.
"Hah... Huff. I won. Y-you'll spare me, right?"
Older won. Younger a rolling corpse. Older wasn't unscathed—shirt blood-soaked, cheek slashed.
"Spared. Drink some water."
His legs gave out; he collapsed.
"Oppa! I'm done here!"
Yu Jae-kyung returned with Ho In-na from the room. Ho In-na was far from fine.