Chapter 199: At That Same Moment, the Heavens Split Apart.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 199: At That Same Moment, the Heavens Split Apart.
In a world where males had been wiped out and men were a rare commodity, my looks didn't usually stand out that much. Even so, I possessed an appearance striking enough to cause a fuss about whether a genius child actor should be cast if a movie were ever made about me.
The Sow had passed down only her looks to me, skipping the talent entirely, but as someone who never had to worry about making a living thanks to being handsome and well-endowed, I didn't mind this excessive attention.
No matter how many times I received it, it always felt fresh and thrilling!
"I don't have anyone promised in marriage yet, but there are plenty of big sisters begging me to take them as concubines."
Since I couldn't just give out my name and personal details to anyone, I started counting them on my fingers.
There was the Sow we kept at home; her friend, the King Milk Cow; the King Milk Cow's friend, the Pervert Witch; the Pervert Witch's friend, the Snow Woman Sister who loved younger brothers way too much; the Snow Woman's friend, a Princess aspiring to be a Pure Love Corrupted Sow; the Lizard Head who wanted to share a bed with the Sow; the Sow Auntie who wanted to get in through the Mother-in-Law Admission Track; the Little Duchess Sister who dreamed of marrying her friend's younger brother; Whitey, who loved being nailed like a dog while having her tail pulled; Whitey's friend, the Dark Elf Maid who tortured and brutally murdered rival organizations; the Bull Sister who was always looking for an opening to take my virginity but kept failing; the White-Haired Tanned Delinquent who was a subordinate of the Commie Dragon and had been clinging to me to be a concubine from the start; and finally, a school teacher who followed me around to a suspicious degree.
That was thirteen people just off the top of my head.
The fangirl sister's jaw dropped as she watched my fingers fold and unfold.
"Can't I put my name in the running too? Hmm? Your big sister here isn't exactly lacking in any department, you know?"
It was nice to see her doing her best to sell herself, clearly smitten with my face.
"Fine, I'll listen. If I like what I hear, I'll put you on the candidate list."
I looked at the beauty before me with a serious expression. As her playful face turned solemn, the woman standing before me began to exude a quite elegant aura.
With her black hair and the distinct features of an Oriental beauty, she was perfect—except for her blue eyes, which felt a bit out of place. She didn't look mixed-race, yet she was a beauty with turquoise eyes so deep you could get lost in them, like staring into fine jade.
"I am Jin Ryu-hwa."
"Yes, and?"
Ms. Jin Ryu-hwa blinked. She started blinking like an idiot, seemingly unaware that her interview score was currently plummeting into the abyss.
"I said, I'm Jin Ryu-hwa."
There's a type of person who deludes themselves into thinking they're famous, and it seemed the sister before me was exactly that type.
"First, stand up."
"Like this...?"
I hadn't paid much attention when she was sitting next to me since I could only see her upper body, but her outfit was on the level of a Total Pervert Whore Captain.
She was looking at me while wearing a pussy-peek outfit that rivaled the clothes of my future mother-in-law, the Whore Captain whom I planned to deliciously claim and impregnate. And as I made an effort to properly 'perceive' her, I caught the distinct scent of an old maid—the kind who was coaxing her eggs to hang in there even though they were dangerously close to their expiration date.
"Why the hell are you dressed like that?"
"This is the trend among female masters these days...?"
Judging by the state of the trends, it didn't seem like this place would be surpassing the Home Country anytime soon. It was certainly desirable for the privileged class—those with titles like 'female master' or 'expert'—to wear such total whore outfits, but I was more curious about what she had done with her panties.
"Are you not wearing panties?"
"Bands are what's in lately!"
My vision started to go dark at the sight of this woman, who possessed the temperament of an even greater whore than my (prospective) mother-in-law.
"So, Ms. Seol-hwa?"
"Who's Seol-hwa? I told you, I'm Jin Ryu-hwa."
"Right, right. Ms. Jin Ryu-hwa. Is that the end of your self-introduction?"
She reeked of that erotic heat typical of well-ripened old maids I often encountered back in the Home Country. If I played my cards right, I felt like I could drag her to a restroom and apply some white grease to her virgin hole, but first, I had to figure out who she actually was.
"Uh... well...? I'm good with a sword...?"
"Why do you sound so unsure?"
"I'm probably... really good...?"
She lacked confidence. To think she intended to break her Diamond-Body hymen with my Master-Class Dick with such an attitude—it made me feel like the Murim world was looking down on me.
"Fine, so you know your way around a sword. But wouldn't a spear be better? Women lack physical strength, don't they?"
"What era are you living in? It's been two cycles (120 years) since it was discovered that women have a higher affinity for martial arts."
Since Hindel supposedly discovered the first Gate 300 years ago, it seemed the Goddess's power had settled quite well into this otherworld. I'd heard that women were becoming more talented on Earth as well, so her reasoning likely wasn't entirely off the mark.
"So there are more female masters then?"
"You're from the Western Region, aren't you?"
Perhaps I had asked something too basic, as Jin Ryu-hwa correctly guessed my origins.
"Then I assume you're giving up on the interview?"
"No, why would I give up? I have plenty of money, and while I haven't used my power much, it's quite formidable if I do."
Realizing I had no lingering interest, the blue-eyed, black-haired sister began to aggressively continue her PR. It seemed she understood that her name didn't carry much weight now that she knew I was from the neighboring region.
"Do you happen to live off the state's payroll?"
"No, I'm part of the Murim Alliance..."
"So you belong to a violent gang that formed a private group despite the existence of a proper state?"
"It might be hard to understand since you're from the Western Region, but the government and martial arts have a non-aggression pact..."
No matter how nicely she tried to phrase it, it meant she was a thug just like Hindel or Marika.
"I understand the non-aggression pact, but is there anything I said that's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, but at the very least, calling us a 'violent gang' is..."
"Yes, I've heard enough. You're a member of a violent gang who doesn't receive a salary and lives by the blade, never knowing when you might die, right? I have no desire to get involved with such an unstable and dangerous person."
The sister in the Total Pervert Whore Captain outfit seemed to have lost her words, staring at me with her mouth agape.
No matter how much they tried to sugarcoat it, my conclusion was that the Murim were just a bunch of mafia friends with no intention of benefiting the world through normal operation or rational direction!
And I was probably right!
"It's a shame, but you've failed the interview, Sister Jin Ryu-hwa. Even if you liked me, I don't particularly like—? What are you doing?"
I was in the middle of rejecting her as politely as possible when the fly-by-night swordsman sister suddenly wrapped a cloth around my back and started tying a knot. I couldn't understand what she was up to.
"Yep, kidnapping."
Jin Ryu-hwa spoke as casually as if she were saying something as simple as 'I'm drinking water.' I blinked blankly for a moment, unable to process the situation.
"Wait a minute, let's talk this out."
"Let's start by checking our physical compatibility in the bedroom first. I think it's fine even if the man is small. As long as there's love, that is. I heard from a renowned physician that size isn't what's important, you know?"
I really wanted to prove to this perverted kidnapper—who was talking under the assumption that my equipment was small—that I could lightly lift her womb and film an alien bursting out of her stomach, but that wasn't the priority right now.
"We don't even know each other that well, do we? Let's take it slow, get to know each other first, and then check our compatibility."
"I'll take full responsibility. I can explain everything to your parents too. Since your family probably does smuggling in the Western Region, your in-laws will like me even more."
I understood that this woman held some significant position in the Murim, but I had no intention of playing along with the desperate final struggle of an old maid's eggs that were past their prime.
"What's our cute husband's name?"
"Jeong Yong-hwan... No, I'm saying we shouldn't be closing the distance like this right now."
"That's a good name. I'm an open-minded woman, so I think it's fine for the children to take their father's surname. Once we've had about six, I'll let you name one of them Jeong instead of Jin."
I was starting to get confused as to whether we were having a conversation or if I was dealing with some crazy bitch who, after being told to pitch herself, was now acting like she owned the company.
"My type is women who can actually get pregnant."
"Oh, I've been menstruating regularly even after my Metamorphosis, so I've still got plenty of time!"
"Meta-what? You're not an old maid, you're a hag!"
"A hag?! I'm still in my prime!"
I could have tolerated being kidnapped by a pretty sister and being forced to seed her, spreading my genes into the Murim, but I could no longer endure the fact that the target was a grandmother who had undergone Rejuvenation.
"MARIKAAAAA!!!! HELPPPPPP!!!!"
As my voice rang out like thunder, the world before my eyes flashed white.
At that same moment, the heavens split apart.