Chapter 508
Chapter 508
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 508
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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"You've crossed the line now. Don't think you're going to die easy, Heavenly Demon."
"If you don't want to talk, fine. I'll just check myself."
Fist met fist in midair. The impact sent water from the pool splashing everywhere.
Neither of us budged an inch. Our power was evenly matched. That meant it would come down to technique.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Essence Infusion.
Curiously, we both chose the same technique. The one that funneled energy into the opponent to destroy them from the inside.
"Urgh... kuh!"
Ulpheng spat blood and staggered back. I just winced at the pain surging through my body. His attack hadn't done much damage to my organs.
Ulpheng's energy had entered me, but it was swept away and vanished within my Heavenly Demon Qi.
'Difference in technique... More precisely, the Heavenly Demon Divine Art I've mastered is superior.'
On top of that, I had the Heavenly Demon Body (A) trait enhancing my physique. It wasn't an ordinary body.
"I figured your physical abilities were on par with mine... but you're hiding something. So the rumors about you being a Helten executive were true?"
"......"
Ulpheng scooped up pool water in his hand and flung it at me as he charged. I squinted and activated a skill.
'Flicker.'
Can't I just take a bit of water? That's what I would've thought a few days ago. Before I was poisoned and had to use Complete Recovery to survive.
'Even water could be poisoned, so dodge anything an enemy throws first. Especially here in this zone—tons of them use poison.'
I dodged the spray, dropped low, and whipped my right leg at Ulpheng approaching from the side. He could've evaded, but he didn't. Instead of dodging, he grabbed my leg with both arms.
"Grraaagh! This attack wrecked my guts and cracked my bones. But I got you. You know how crucial the lower body is."
Ulpheng twisted my right leg with his arms and legs, trying to snap it.
I didn't panic. I stayed calm and acted in my best interest.
Qi Explosion.
No fancy technique—just pure Heavenly Demon Qi crammed into my leg and detonated.
"Kaaaaaaaagh!"
Ulpheng screamed and flew backward. He snapped to before hitting the pool floor and landed on the tiles outside. His skin was torn open all over, blood streaming down.
"You crazy bastard! Sacrificing your own leg to hit me? Where the hell did you learn to fight like that?!"
My right leg was worse off than his entire body. Flesh ripped away, muscles twisted, bone shattered. Moving it was impossible. Hell, it was a miracle the damn thing was still attached.
"It was more efficient. That's all."
My prediction was a bit off. I'd hoped for a lucky kill or at least a fatal wound. But he wasn't quite there yet.
"......Your right leg's done for now. No potion's fixing that. You've thrown your life away."
He stared at me like I was a real lunatic. From his perspective, it'd be like self-destructing his only good leg.
For me, it was just relying on Complete Recovery to wrap things up efficiently.
"Worry about yourself, not me."
No reason to tip Ulpheng off. Complete Recovery was one of my trump cards.
"I've never seen a psycho like you. And... you're too dangerous. I'll end you quick."
His fist changed.
It grew larger, skin turning to tough, black bark-like texture. Nails turned red and razor-sharp. No one would mistake it for human anymore.
"The Devil's Hand. Scared yet? You can tremble. Some guys shit themselves just seeing it."
"Scared? Looks filthy."
"......Not bluffing, huh. You really are nuts."
That hand apparently had some fear-inducing effect.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Flying Demon Claw.
I channeled Heavenly Demon Qi into my nails and slashed. Five black sword beams shot at Ulpheng. He ducked low, slid aside to dodge, thrust out his Devil's Hand, and charged me.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Dragon Fist.
Ulpheng feinted an attack and slipped past mine. I'd been tricked. The Devil's Hand aimed for my solar plexus.
But I had another fist ready.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Dragon Fist.
"......!"
Ulpheng abandoned his attack and blocked with the Devil's Hand. But he couldn't fully absorb the shockwave. His eyes nearly rolled back but he barely held on.
"If it were me, I wouldn't have stopped midway—I'd have kept coming."
"I'm not some maniac like you. I won't risk my life or end up crippled just to kill an enemy."
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Dragon Fist.
I unleashed Dragon Fists like a machine gun.
Dragon Fist packed power but guzzled mana. I should've conserved it for later.
'Once my leg got wrecked, I planned to use Complete Recovery anyway. Even if I burn all my mana, it'll reset—so who cares if I spam it.'
I spammed Dragon Fists wildly. Ulpheng, already covered in blood, wasn't in fighting shape. He dodged a few at first, but soon he was gasping, exhausted, unable to evade.
Missing one arm, he looked like he could drop any second.
"......One request, Heavenly Demon."
"Last words?"
"Leave the women alone. They know nothing. They're not part of the family."
"No plans to kill them, so relax. They need to get pregnant with my kid—why would I off them?"
"Heavenly Demon!!"
Ulpheng roared and charged. He was resolved to die. But too late. He should've done it sooner.
I took his fist to the forehead and drove mine into his solar plexus.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Dragon Fist.
Compressed Heavenly Demon Qi pierced his heart and burst out the other side.
Ulpheng's corpse splashed into the pool. I ignored it, staring straight ahead.
His women, who lounged so casually before, were trembling now. No trace of their earlier confidence. They stared at me in terror.
"Beauties. I'll take good care of you now that the dead guy's gone. Heh."
Mac stepped forward from the shadows.
"Heavenly Demon. Save the fun for later—help clean up the mansion first?"
"I've done my part."
I wiped blood from my forehead. All I saw were the shaking women.
"Ulpheng's dead, but his family's remnants are still around. Gotta handle them before they bolt with the valuables."
"Busy. You handle it."
I brushed past him toward the women. I felt blood slowly rushing to my dick.
"......Well, you look beat up anyway, so I'll take care of it."
Mac, heading for the mansion, froze and gawked at me in disbelief.
"Wasn't your leg trashed? How are you... walking fine?"
After Complete Recovery, my body was in better shape than before the fight with Ulpheng.
Not content with impregnating seven beauties, I spent the entire night until noon the next day entangled with them in a frenzy.
Mac came looking for me at noon.
"Your skills are one thing, but that stamina... Spill it. Got some unique trait boosting your virility?"
Mac eyed me enviously. I ignored his nonsense and took the money.
Not 40 million peni, but 50 million.
"Ten million extra."
"Not a mistake. I planned to pay more anyway—if you'd negotiated. But you seemed way less interested in money than I thought."
"I'm not hurting enough to haggle over pocket change."
"Heh. Fifty million peni is pocket change... Impressive."
Mac took it as some kind of brag.
"What'd you take from the mansion? The deed?"
"Ulpheng specialized in fabrics in this zone. Rare ones hard to get elsewhere are easy here. The black market merchants who hired me wanted his position and routes."
"Still just cloth. Not big money... Oh."
"What? You know something? I can't figure why those merchants bothered. Spill if you do—I'll pay for the info."
"Nah, I know nothing. One question, Mac. Hiring me—was that your idea or the clients'?"
"My idea. Problem?"
Yesterday, Ulpheng guessed it was a commission from western black marketeers.
West. Black market. Fabrics.
'Western tycoon Harmo must've pulled strings for cloth. High-grade masks need rare fabrics.'
Seemed my involvement was coincidence.
'So that's how Harmo operates.'
The 50 million peni from Mac's job—about 500 million won. I blew it all in one day.
Hired 200 mercenaries with decent skills who needed cash. Only way to boost influence short-term.
I marched into Olivia's hideout with my 200 temps, who were mine for a month. Not to fight.
Olivia checked my influence with a hand mirror and gaped.
"No way you actually broke 1% that fast... Heavenly Demon, you're even more of a monster than I thought."
"You didn't forget the kiss you promised if I hit 1%, right?"
Olivia shot me a glare.
"Obviously a joke. You bought that?"
"A joke? News to me. But someone like you keeps her word."
I pursed my lips and puckered up at her.
Luckily, this was Olivia's room. No one else around—just us on the couch.
Though for a young woman's room, it was littered with sweaty stuff like punching bags and dumbbells.
"Fuck. What's a kiss matter? Can't you just let it slide?"
"If it doesn't matter, hurry up and get it over with."
I grinned. Olivia furrowed her brow with three deep creases and glared. A scar-faced woman glaring was intimidating.
Less scary, more exciting. She was my type of beauty.
"You're not gonna welch, are you?"
"Fuck. Fine, I'll do it. You're obsessed over a stupid kiss. Hey, warning: weird rumors spread, you're dead."
"Manage your crew right, and no rumors."
"Oh, right. Those guys were there too. Shit."
I'd clocked her obsession with face from our first meet. Makes sense—she probably grew up in the lawless zone facing discrimination. Show weakness, get exploited. It's drilled into her bones.
Break your word, lose face. Especially as a leader in a lawless place—gotta show loyalty to the crew.
Olivia stood and approached.
"Hey, why stick out your lips? Kiss means cheek, idiot."
"Who kisses cheeks past kindergarten? Lips. Kiss is just another word for it. First time or what?"
Olivia's eyes wavered. She'd thought kiss and peck were different.
"......Fuck. Never thought I'd kiss a prick like you."
"First time?"
"......"
Her silence was answer enough.
"No way it's your first. You value purity despite the looks?"
"Shut the fuck up. Brag about this, I'll rip your balls off."
Olivia grabbed my head roughly with one hand. Her grip hurt.
She yanked me in and smashed her mouth against mine.
Thud!
It hurt my gums more than a kiss.
Her peck was unbelievably clumsy, but not shy like a kid's. When I slipped my tongue in naturally, she extended hers too.
She knew the basics. A kiss meant tongues entwining!