Chapter 557
Chapter 557
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 557
Chapter Title: The Savior of the Academy
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Min Hu-seok handed me and Moca over to the masked man. The masked man carefully took hold of me and said,
"I've confirmed there's no tailing. Kill him to protect our secrets."
Two of his subordinates charged toward Min Hu-seok.
"You fucking bastards!"
Unlike his outburst of rage, Min Hu-seok didn't charge at the masked men. Instead, he calmly retreated toward the car.
I thought he was running away, but no. He pulled a sword from the car trunk. Gripping dual swords in both hands, he engaged the masked men in combat.
The battle was fierce.
Blood sprayed everywhere, and explosions rang out nonstop around them.
Though he was badly injured and suffering severe wounds, Min Hu-seok had seized the advantage. At least, on the surface, without overthinking it.
"Huff! Pant! I'm Min Hu-seok! You think I'm just gonna get used and die?!"
Having inflicted heavy wounds on the two masked men, Min Hu-seok prepared to flee. But he had overlooked one thing. The zealots were far more tenacious than he imagined, and this was the territory of the Nine Eyes Church. It wasn't possible that just two or three were all there were.
Masked followers of the Nine Eyes Church appeared from all directions. There were over twenty of them, just by count.
"...Fuck. I shouldn't have taken this shitty job for the money."
The masked men swarmed Min Hu-seok.
It reminded me of a zombie movie scene, a horde of zombies overwhelming a single person.
'Serves him right.'
This was the end for the guy who kidnapped me. I felt no pity whatsoever. More importantly, right now, surviving was what mattered.
The Nine Eyes Church was a insane religious group. They could easily kill even a child, just like they'd dealt with Min Hu-seok moments ago.
"Even in this situation, no crying and keeping your composure... That's not the reaction of someone your age."
I looked up at the masked man holding me. I couldn't see his expression, but admiration laced his voice. He peeled off the tape over my mouth and untied the ropes binding my arms and legs.
"......"
Even with my mouth free, I didn't speak.
There was no point engaging zealots in conversation. Unnecessary words might just provoke them.
He took my hand and led me somewhere.
"I'll proceed with this child's ritual. You all handle the cleanup."
We headed not toward the luxury pension, but toward the mountains.
Whoosh.
A strange sensation hit, and my senses felt stifled. I could tell we'd entered some kind of special barrier. I glanced at Moca, trapped in the wooden cage the masked man carried.
'This guy's got no worries at all. Now, how should I screw over the Nine Eyes Church big time?'
A wooden door came into view. The masked man opened the solitary wooden door in the forest, revealing stairs leading underground. Exactly 33 steps down, and the space shifted.
'Feels similar to using a spatial transfer scroll. Magic-based spatial transition, huh.'
We entered a building with no windows. Fluorescent lights on the ceiling kept it from being dark. He didn't stop walking, gripping my hand as we proceeded down the corridor. I spotted several more Nine Eyes Church members in masks along the way.
'Nine Eyes Church Korean branch...? The illustrations in the original work seemed a bit different... Do they move the branch later?'
He opened a large door.
It was an altar room. No fluorescent lights here—hundreds of candles illuminated the space. Over 30 masked figures knelt at the edges, heads bowed deeply.
The atmosphere was solemn. It was suffocating. The mana density in this room was noticeably higher than outside.
"I've brought Sung Yu-jin. Confirmed the golden eyes and Spirit Eyes."
The masked man who brought me here spoke deferentially to a man at the room's center. He wore flowing red robes and a matching mask.
Thanks to my knowledge of the Nine Eyes Church from the original work, I immediately recognized him as the high priest.
"Well done. The owl in your hand is a spirit, I see."
"Yes. The spirit contracted with Sung Yu-jin."
"Go outside and stand by."
"Yes, High Priest."
The high priest approached me. He knelt on the floor and stared at me. The eyes behind his mask were unnatural—diamond-shaped pupils, no less.
"Show me your eyes."
"These eyes, you mean?"
My irises glowed golden. At the same time, I could see the mana filling the surroundings.
"Such beautiful yet resilient eyes!"
The high priest excitedly gripped my shoulders tight. It pissed me off that a guy was grabbing me like that, but I endured.
"We will now begin the ritual. What you must do is simple. Just ascend the altar. If successful, you will become an apostle candidate."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes. You must."
The high priest circled behind me, blocking the exit, and pushed my back. I walked toward the altar.
The ritual they spoke of was a face-to-face with the god possessing nine eyes.
The Nine Eyes Church's god truly existed. That was why most followers were zealots—they could feel the god's presence.
The church kidnapped children with special eyes to perform the ritual in search of apostles. If you faced the god unscathed, you became an apostle candidate. Otherwise, you were just a sacrifice for the god.
'Gotta act confident here. That's how they'll see me as special.'
In groups like this, being deemed special made things much easier. Zealots were like well-trained slaves, as long as you controlled them properly.
I stepped toward the altar.
I felt the gaze.
The closer I got to the altar, the stronger the gaze grew.
The god with nine eyes watched me with its nine eyes. Glancing around, the altar was gone—the space was empty. It wasn't an illusion. I'd entered the god's domain.
'The original work described it as maddening. But it's not that bad.'
The confrontation with the god didn't last long.
The presence of the god with nine eyes vanished.
I returned to the original altar.
"Apostle Candidate...!"
The high priest knelt before me. The masked figures around bowed their heads toward me.
The moment I passed the ritual, my status rose above theirs.
"I'm thirsty. Bring water first."
"Yes, Apostle Candidate."
First things first, time to throw my weight around. And then fuck some pretty female believers.
I descended the altar, grinning slyly.
A bomb dropped on the Hero Association's Korean branch. Or rather, a lightning bolt.
A kidnapping occurred at the kindergarten managed by the Hero Association. And it was carried out by the very guards assigned by the Association. No matter what the Hero Association said, they couldn't escape responsibility.
The branch chief immediately informed the parent of the abducted child, Sung Ha-ri, of the facts. He knew that hiding or delaying the report would only make things worse.
Sung Ha-ri flew to the Association wreathed in lightning. Even veteran A-rank heroes tensed up and watched her warily under her menacing aura.
"...Branch Chief."
The branch chief tensed his entire body at Sung Ha-ri's quiet call. Otherwise, he'd be trembling pathetically.
He remembered what she had done a few years ago.
"I fully understand your feelings. Your only son has been kidnapped—you must be going mad. As a parent, I understand completely. But right now, you need to act with reason, not emotion. You know this as an S-rank hero, don't you? The more dangerous the situation, the more cornered you are, the colder you must become!"
"Branch Chief. I'm calm right now."
"No, you're not. Lightning is crackling all over your body. The killing intent radiating from you is so intense it's hard to breathe."
"......"
Sung Ha-ri reined in her killing intent. Her menacing atmosphere hadn't vanished, but at least breathing was easier than before.
"I'm using every authority at my disposal to find Sung Yu-jin. We've requested government cooperation, and 60 A-rank heroes have been urgently deployed. Please wait here. We'll definitely find him."
"......"
The branch chief desperately tried to dissuade Sung Ha-ri.
Because if an enraged Sung Ha-ri stepped in, the resulting damage would be immense.
Sung Ha-ri silently toyed with her spear.
"What?! Yu-jin was kidnapped?!"
Sung Myeong-saeng, head of the Spirit Citadel Clan, and his son Sung Han-gu shot up from their seats upon hearing the report.
Their leisurely tea enjoyment turned into the ferocious aura of beasts.
"The Association says to trust them and wait... But Yu-jin is our clan's heir! How can we leave it to outsiders and sit idly?!"
"Han-gu's right! Yu-jin is our clan's heir! Kidnapping him is tantamount to declaring war on our clan! Trust the Association and wait? What nonsense!"
Veins bulged on Sung Myeong-saeng's forehead. It had been ages since he'd been this furious.
"Emergency! Notify all retainers and unleash the spirits to find Yu-jin!"
"Yes, Father."
The Spirit Citadel Clan mobilized.
Though diminished from ancient times, it remained one of Korea's most prestigious clans.
That day, the barriers around the Spirit Citadel Clan lifted, and countless spirits poured out.
"Search with full power for the Young Master! Report immediately upon sighting him!"
"Yes, sir!"
The free-spirited spirits scattered in perfect order to find Sung Yu-jin. As the clan's messengers moved en masse, other spirits took notice.
"Hey, kid. What's going on?"
"Searching for Young Master Sung Yu-jin."
"Hide and seek? Let me join. Who're we finding?"
"Young Master Sung Yu-jin! But newbie, why the casual speech? Low-rank ass. Fuck."
"Uh, huh?"
I sat in an ornate chair.
Having passed the ritual and become an apostle candidate, my status here was the highest. Even without real power.
Slurp. Slurp. Ahh... "Apostle Candidate. Does it hurt anywhere?"
A beauty with braided hair knelt naked before the chair, my dick in her mouth. She was an intellectual type with glasses.
"Just right. Lick all the way to the urethra and serve me properly."
"Yes, Apostle Candidate. Mmmp."
Her tongue work was exceptional, perhaps from being married for four months. Too bad her A-cup tits made paizuri impossible.
From how she sucked my dick without hesitation, it was clear she was a Nine Eyes Church zealot too. And a former talent, apparently.
"Is your husband also a church member?"
"No. Church activities are secret, so I can't divulge carelessly. But... at the next grand service, I'll bring my husband and convince him to join."
The Nine Eyes Church doctrine was simple: serve the god with nine eyes and act for this world. It sounded good on paper, but zealots were called zealots for a reason. To normal people, the church just looked insane.
And they were, in fact, insane.
'Even simpler doctrine than your average cult. Yet they follow so fanatically because...'
The grand service.
The event that let them feel the god's presence.
Ordinary people, upon sensing the god with nine eyes, had their minds break and souls submit in worship. That was becoming a zealot. With a real god existing, the doctrine didn't matter.
"Ugh. Cumming. Swallow it all. That's an order."
"Yes! Apostle Candidate!"
I shuddered as I ejaculated into her mouth. Watching her drink my semen, she seemed quite experienced.
I slumped in the chair and beckoned with a hand.
"Mouth's done. Serve with your pussy now."
"Please enjoy!"
She turned around and presented her large ass toward me. The cleft revealed three holes: anus, vagina, urethra.
No hair, so her pussy was fully exposed. Her labia minora were prominent but shapely, and her clitoris was hooded, hidden from view.
She wiggled her hips to find my erect dick and finally impaled herself down onto it.
"Haaaaang! So... so hard!"
"Your diction's impressive."
Her pronunciation was so clear it startled me.
"Former announcer, by any chance?"
"Yes! Not for long, just briefly as an announcer! Haaang!"