Chapter 161
They came from all directions, groveling at his feet, piling money before him, and offering up exquisite beauties as tribute. Just sit there quietly, and if you've got the guts to hold onto it, it all comes naturally.
Once you get a taste for that sweet nectar of power, you can never quit until the day you die. Politicians aren't idiots fumbling at politics—they're the elite of the elite, staking everything on their dreams of absolute authority.
Modern-day nobility, that's what they were. Some even said voters were the nobles, while those casting votes were mere commoners.
But right now, Han Yaseong aimed to put even that uppermost echelon beneath his heel. He wanted to see congressmen kowtowing before him on the king's throne.
No matter how mighty a prestigious family or how wealthy a tycoon, before a king, they all bowed their heads. That was the allure of kingship.
The power to bow to no one—while forcing anyone to bow to you. Prestigious houses and the rich could bully commoners all they wanted, but before the king, they always had to grovel.
That was the thrill of being king. It was exactly what Han Yaseong craved: to be Korea's number one. No—to hell with that, the world's number one.
He wanted to see every person on Earth bowing before him. With 5,000 trillion won, it was possible. With that money, nothing was out of reach. He could buy a whole country.
He could lavish trillions on North Korea's military and claim the entire peninsula as his personal territory. Someday, Han Yaseong mused, maybe he'd found a real kingdom.
Become a true king, surrounded by thousands of gorgeous women. Let each one taste his cock before marrying her off, then bring in fresh palace maids to replace them.
One day, he'd be the king who'd sampled every woman in his realm. "Heh heh..."
Lost in such delusions, Han Yaseong chuckled. His grand fantasies were spiraling out of control.
But with the ace up his sleeve, he couldn't die here. Not even against a royal straight flush. He had to see the showdown through.
Win or lose, live or die—he wouldn't relinquish that absolute power, that throne. It mattered more than Senior Choi Yujin or Senior Euna, more than his own life.
A chance to become an absolute monarch like the ancient kings. He couldn't stop, even knowing it might kill him. Now he understood Yi Seong-gye's Wihwa Island retreat.
A shot at the crown! He couldn't let it slip away. The people? National interests? Fuck that.
Everyone chased power for their own ambitions, becoming kings. Before pure desire, the masses were just backdrop.
Just as they had been for millennia, the backdrop to every king. Han Yaseong could no longer live as mere scenery.
"Alright. Let's do this."
He gripped his real sword again. The blade flashed, reflecting his face—eyes burning with resolve and raw hunger.
The upper crust was no longer his goal. His target was to make even them bow: true kingship.
Power enough to make Senior Choi Yujin spread her pussy wide, sobbing and begging for it. To turn Senior Euna into the heroine from Devil's Lover, stripping naked in the park to piss herself on command.
No—every woman in the world, like that. No matter how stunning or elite, he'd make them all bare their pussies.
Pretty idols lining up to suck his cock, gorgeous actresses taking turns riding him, grinding their pussies on his dick.
Making it an honor to suck the king's cock or take it in their cunts. It wasn't impossible. With 5,000 trillion, it was doable.
For that, Han Yaseong was fine with failure—or death. "Yeah, gotta live the dream till I die."
If fear of death stopped you from dreaming, you were already dead. Living under someone's rule was no different.
What fun was life ruled by others? Ninety-nine percent of the world's population died that way, ruled and ruled again across millennia.
Always, the one percent lorded over the ninety-nine, reveling in wealth and glory. Han Yaseong refused to stay among the ruled.
He yearned for the absolute pinnacle: ruling even that one percent. A life-or-death gamble was the price.
All or nothing. And it all hinged on scouting the dangerous zone beyond the forest.
Excitement and dread warred in him, heart pounding. To boost his odds, survival training was key—no half-assing it.
Slacking meant certain death. Even in that world, slackers amounted to nothing. Success came to those who clawed for it relentlessly.
Pour every ounce of effort in, fail now, and you'd win later. That was the mark of victors.
Han Yaseong wanted to follow their path. "Two years oughta do it. Then..."
He'd be a forest lord rivaling Tarzan. Befriend this world's beasts, hone his skills relentlessly. Two years would suffice.
Target: this winter break in that world. Scout then. But first, fuck Seniors Choi Yujin and Euna till he was sick of it.
Sex so intense, no regrets even in death—no lamenting missed pussy. He'd wreck their cunts into rags.
In the remaining four months, cram a decade's worth. Even if they ended up with other guys after he died, their pussies would be ruined, worthless...
By the campfire, true sword in both hands, Han Yaseong steeled his gaze with iron resolve.
The next day, he dove into rigorous training. Reviewing every skill, patching weaknesses one by one.
His biggest gap: agility. In forest scouting, split-second reactions were vital, but his were sluggish.
Lacking that animal instinct, that feral quickness. But training alone couldn't bridge it—humans just weren't born with beastly reflexes.
So he focused on defense instead. Crafted a crude broad wooden shield to protect himself in drills.
For sudden threats in the forest, block first with that. But the shoddy thing splintered fast under heavy tree swings.
He needed a proper metal shield, like from ancient wars. Jotted it on a memo pad.
Ask the gun shop uncle in Chungju if he could source or forge one. Check on that sword from the blacksmith too.
Training on, Han Yaseong tried analyzing fruits from Forest 1. But the ones he'd brought back were left too long before heading to that world—withered to dust, inedible.
No choice but to return. Backpack loaded, armed up, grumbling Yadong-i in tow.
The monstrous wild beasts remembered the chocolate bars and swarmed eagerly.
No need to hunt fruits himself. He pulled out chocolate, bartering like before.
"Bring fruit, get this. Berries work too. One for one."
Explaining repeatedly, Yadong-i growling irritably in support—the beasts got it, scattering competitively in all directions.
Han Yaseong crumbled the chocolate, waiting. Less than a minute, and some returned, dropping fruits from their mouths.
Traded chocolate bits. More arrived by the second, hauling all sorts of berries and fruits.
In under ten minutes, over twenty kinds piled up before him. Without duplicates, it'd be at least thirty. A slight pity.