Chapter 300
Chapter 300
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 300
Chapter Title: 93. First Experience (1)
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“……”
It was a weekday.
Yeoreum had gone to Northern Europe to spar with European rankers. Bom and Gaeul were out, and Winter had gone to school. So the dorm was completely empty.
It seemed she had come to her senses exactly 11 minutes after waking up. Still, with her heart nearly shattered, she probably couldn't exert her full power.
Chilly winter weather.
Yoo Ji-tae bundled up in his clothes and left Room 301.
But why is this girl here?
“Huh? Hari?”
The white dress with a soft, airy texture fully exposed her shoulders. Over it, a light brown cardigan draped halfway down. On her head was the flower pin Yoo Ji-tae had recommended she buy.
Bom was chatting with Kang A-jin from the Federation.
It was an unfamiliar pairing.
“Hari. Didn't you say you were going to meet someone?”
“Yes. That's right. With A-jin unni...”
A-jin unni?
At that moment, Kang A-jin, standing next to Bom, grinned widely and explained.
“Oh, well, you see, Hari. That 'special menu' is on the cafeteria menu today of all days.”
“That menu?”
“Yes, yes. I overheard you saying you liked it before, so how could I eat it alone? I reached out to her separately.”
“Tender and chewy.”
“Exactly. Tender and chewy. Spicy and sweet!”
“I would've been so upset if not for unni.”
Then the two burst into laughter, haha.
Yoo Ji-tae was puzzled.
Did they always get along this well? No, more than that, this was the first time he'd seen Bom smiling like that at someone who wasn't a dragon.
“Were you two always this close?”
“Oh, no, not at all. At first, there was a huge distance. She's so pretty. Like, an aura that makes you feel you can't approach her? You know that kind of thing?”
She covered her mouth with her hand and whispered cautiously, 'Like a princess raised in luxury, right?'
“But it turns out Hari isn't like that at all. One day she started treating me casually, and that's how we got closer.”
He nodded, and Bom asked.
“What brings you here, Season?”
“Just some business.”
Then Bom naturally approached him.
Stopping at a distance where he might feel awkward, she looked up at him and asked softly.
“Would you like to join us... for a meal?”
Such a pretty voice.
But he wasn't here to leisurely grab a bite.
“No. I have business.”
“What kind of business?”
“Official cleanup duties. Have a good time.”
When Prophet Season treated her with such deference, the staff from the Grade 5 agent's office suddenly felt a renewed awe toward Bom.
On the other hand, Bom wasn't just smiling sweetly at Kang A-jin; she was doing the same with the other female staff. For Yoo Ji-tae, who had often doubted her social skills, it was a welcome sight.
She had once said she had no interest in making friends. But it seemed she knew how to do it after all.
Confirming that much, Yoo Ji-tae turned to leave.
As he entered the underground isolation area, a young woman wearing extremely thick glasses approached him.
“Welcome, Season. Nice weather today.”
Patahiira Timitty.
The director in charge of the underground isolation facility, the only human authorized to summon 'Oscar Bljenk' on official business.
This 'Overlord Summoning Right' wasn't even held by Kaliovan, making her position within the Federation quite special.
“Stuck underground and still keeping tabs on the weather?”
“Of course.”
Timitty's traits included being confined underground to prevent leaks, which made her somewhat lacking in social skills.
And.
“When dealing with outsiders, I have nothing to talk about, so I make sure to catch up on the news. There's a flu going around lately. Is the Prophet being extra careful? Though it probably doesn't affect you, still, washing your hands well keeps you away from over 4,000 diseases and prevents harmful bacteria growth...”
She talked a lot.
“Enough. You're noisy.”
“Sorry.”
“How's B-12's situation?”
He asked as they headed to Mu's isolation cell.
“Her mental state seems quite poor. One Grade 0 agent was killed. The other Grade 0 agent still has a pulse, but his neck is broken.”
“Did B-12 break it?”
“No. He did it himself. Want to see the footage?”
Yoo Ji-tae watched the recording.
Awakening from a long slumber, Mu touched her head. She looked around, realizing her situation, then tried to unleash mana at the barred walls and restraints. But the output was insufficient; the magic was blocked by the restraints and didn't fire. Then she punched the wall and screamed.
Right after, two Grade 0 agents—all heavy criminals—entered the room. Mu gestured and shouted at them as if commanding.
“Turn off the sound?”
“'Let me out.' 'Bring the one who locked me here.' Just those two requests?”
“Exactly those two. Impressive. As expected of the Prophet. First she demanded the jailer, then to be released. But from a non-verbal communication perspective, there was no further assertive intent...”
Yoo Ji-tae put a finger to his lips while looking at the screen, and Timitty shut up.
Back to the footage.
The Grade 0 agents glared at Mu with crooked postures. The next moment, Mu's eyes began glowing purple. The agents clutched their heads in agony.
One smashed his head against the wall and died.
The other grabbed his jaw and head, then snapped his own neck.
“Suspected mental domination type.”
“Anything specific from Zhuge Hae-yeon about this specimen?”
“Yes.”
Then Timitty would accept this naturally.
“Response?”
“Deployed sleep gas and activated four types of restraints. B-12 still didn't pass out. However, the 'Ekmer Restraints' around her neck worked. She fainted briefly then. She's calm now.”
“Got it. Can I go in?”
“Ah, Grade 0 agents are cleaning up the mess right now. Shall I pull them out?”
“No need. I'll wait till they come out.”
“Want to hear a fun joke while you wait?”
“……”
“Never mind. I misspoke.”
This was sublevel 17.
The 'Maximum Threat Isolation Zone'.
Yoo Ji-tae headed straight to B-12's cell.
As he entered the corridor, Grade 2 agents flanked him on both sides.
This long hallway had three doors.
Made of 'Jungnap', 'black iron', and 'coated mithril', they blocked all mana and electrical signals, sealing physically as well.
Inside, cleaning continued amid a woman's grumbling voice.
A voice laced with mana. The listening Grade 0 agents groaned. It must feel like their eardrums were tearing.
The agents panicked in response. They couldn't do that. Then a nearby food bowl flew. Bwak! With the sound, the agent flew like punched, slamming into the wall.
The agent in death row garb cowered in fear.
Terror halted the cleaning. No reason to wait anymore.
He pushed open the mithril door and entered.
Three pairs of eyes turned to Yoo Ji-tae.
“Out.”
“Ah, yes...!”
At the Grade 2 agents' orders, the Grade 0 agents hurriedly left.
Cameras and mics cut off.
“Oh. Finally here.”
Yoo Ji-tae approached Mu slowly.
“I've been looking for you. First off, this place's facilities are quite unpleasant.”
Then he raised his palm toward her.
“You've just woken from...”
Slap!
The air burst. Her head snapped to the side. Her eyes widened in shock. Even a polymorphed adult dragon would see stars from that impact.
Her head slowly turned back. Mu touched her reddened cheek and smirked faintly.
She glared silently. Chewing the slapped side, she spat something onto the floor below the bed. A broken white molar.
“What do you think you're doing?”
Mu asked.
With the gaze of an adult dragon looking down on humans.
“Know your place.”
“My place?”
“Can't grasp your situation?”
“Situation? Place? Strange words. What's my situation? Is there any reason I can't speak or act?”
“You're asking that while locked up here?”
“Yes. I don't get it, so tell me. Why should I behave as you say?”
“……”
Yoo Ji-tae stared into Mu's eyes for a moment, then spoke.
“You're very different from other adults. Immature. Clumsy. Your power rivals 5,000-year-olds, but your actions make one doubt you're even 1,000.”
“Not going to talk about my situation?”
“I said shut up.”
Mu's purple gaze flared menacingly.
Like facing her dragon true form, an immense presence loomed from her eyes.
Of course, it had no effect on him. His own presence dwarfed it.
Yoo Ji-tae opened his inner subspace and pulled out a large cubic bag.
“Mu. From now on, you cooperate with me.”
That seemed amusing. Mu smiled again.
“Cooperate...? But why does it sound like an order? Related to that 'situation' you mentioned?”
“Last warning. Shut up.”
He already despised black dragons.
He wanted to tear her apart right now.
This one blustering without grasping reality only fueled his irritation.
“Oh-ho...?”
But Mu didn't back down.
“The 'place' you've assigned this body is beneath your foot, like a tongue. You act like you've trampled my head. So naturally, you slap my cheek and order me. Right?”
“……”
“Unbelievable. Though I lost to a human...”
The next instant, it exploded.
Yoo Ji-tae lunged like lightning. A iron grip flew. Her slender neck was seized. The bed collapsed entirely. Yoo Ji-tae mounted her, strangling with both hands.
“Kk...”
Incredulous. Her furious glare pierced him amid the grimace.
Looking down, Yoo Ji-tae spoke.
“Hey.”
A sticky, heavy voice.
“I said shut up.”
“Kk, euk...”
Mu couldn't respond, eyes closed.
Human-like body stopped breathing. Blood flow halted. Pale face turned red.
Suppressing the urge to snap her neck, Yoo Ji-tae spoke.
“Want me to tell you? Your situation.”
“Heuk...”
“Simple. This is it.”
“Keuk...”
“If I squeeze, your neck breaks. That's your situation. No different from snapping an annoying weed. Think about it. How tough could your weakened body be compared to a weed?”
Their touching skin.
Black dragon mana seeped through Yoo Ji-tae's hand.
He blocked the info.
“Now I'll dissect and experiment on your body. You cooperate.”
“Euk...”
“Your life and death are in my hands. Cooperate obediently, no needless conflict. Depending, I might release you in 20 years.”
“Hic, heuk...”
“But keep rebelling, I can't make it easy. Need you manageable. I'm no good at coaxing.”
“……”
“But I know how to make people suffer. Want to test it?”
After pouring out his words, he released her wrists.
Tears welled from the pressure.
Blocked breath eased. Blurry eyes focused. Purple eyes met his; brows furrowed savagely. Mu pursed her lips. Then.
Ptooey.
She spat on Yoo Ji-tae's cheek.