Chapter 200
Chapter 200
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 200
Chapter Title: 44. Kim Clan (2)
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“482, 182…….”
Thud, thud.
Soldier-Kim Young-heum, who had been tapping away at the keypad, suddenly froze.
He turned around and shouted.
“Wh-what comes next? 3 what?”
From the other side, where Businessman-Kim Tae-jun had been watching the television, he stretched both arms out straight, signaling the numbers.
“Three-two-six-five! Zero-eight!”
It was the semaphore he’d learned back in his youth serving as an 81mm mortarman.
He’d figured he might not remember it after all this time, but the gestures were so intuitive that he could recreate them, however clumsily.
3265, 08.
These were the coordinates that Jeong Yeong-woo had relayed on the TV for the second barrage.
And judging by Yeong-woo’s viewpoint right now, the target this time was.
“General, this one’s dropping right on top of the airship Kim Jong-un’s riding.”
“R-really…?”
Soldier-Kim’s voice trembled faintly as he entered the remaining coordinates.
Soldier-Kim Young-heum, Army Major General.
Former Army Headquarters Policy Director.
The hardliner who’d openly declared in a defense briefing, “If North Korea fires one missile, we fire two.”
And now, that very man was actually firing missiles—no, laser cannons—two shots at Kim Jong-un.
However.
“Three-two-six… five, zero… eight.”
The only drawback for this North Korea hawk was pecking out the keypad with the hunt-and-peck method.
That’s why the first shot had been two beats late.
Of course, in compensation.
Ta-at!
“Coordinates entered. Firing!”
His commanding presence was second to none.
He’d ended up locked in this place in white pajamas instead of his uniform because Jeong Yeong-woo had tempted him with the chance to go head-to-head with Kim Jong-un.
But since the kid had kept his promise, there were no complaints now.
-Whiiiir.
Soon, the laser cannon with inputted coordinates tilted its long barrel about 3 degrees to the right.
Then.
Kugugugugu……!
It gathered energy that shook the entire Returnee’s Room.
Pyyuaaaaaak!
It unleashed high-concentration energy toward the empty white sky.
And at that moment, Soldier-Kim Young-heum.
Thwack!
Was saluting crisply toward the end of the barrel.
A greeting to Yeong-woo and everyone currently fighting Kim Jong-un directly.
Businessman-Kim Tae-jun, who’d been glued to the TV, urgently reported the situation.
“It’s dropping now!”
At this, not only Soldier-Kim but even Yeong-tae, who’d been pedaling to recharge energy, rushed to the television.
The reason these three couldn’t input coordinates while watching the TV simultaneously was purely a matter of physical distance.
To keep the TV running constantly, it had to be connected to the generator auto-installed in the center of the Returnee’s Room, which inevitably put it far from the laser cannon’s coordinate input device.
Perhaps that was why the menu featured a large TV separately.
Moreover, the laser cannon’s structure required turning the pedal connected to the energy charging module to prepare for the next shot.
That’s why the youngest, Yeong-tae, handled the pedal, while the commander-type, Soldier-Kim, managed coordinates.
“Ooh.”
“Oh, it’s coming……!”
Soon, the battlefield on the TV turned blindingly white, and they could see the laser beam engulfing the brazier.
Hwaaaaaat!
Seeing this, Yeong-tae looked a bit panicked.
“The firepower… it’s too strong, isn’t it? Even Brother Yeong-woo would’ve gotten caught in that, right?”
The laser cannon wasn’t fully assembled yet, missing a few modules, and one seemed to be the output control module.
There was an output control lever on the input side, but even with full power, it didn’t actually work.
“That bastard’s gonna die from a little laser? He’ll be fine.”
Soldier-Kim spoke, oblivious to just how powerful a weapon he was firing.
Then, at last.
Shwaaah!
As the laser barrage that had blanked out the screen ended, the situation at the Cheongdam Park entrance began to reveal itself.
Shwaaaa……
The park grounds, scorched by the high-output energy, were now barren—not a single blade of grass left.
And the problematic brazier that Yeong-woo and his friends had targeted was no longer floating in the air.
In its place.
“Huh.”
“Huh?”
“…What’s that?”
Even on the low-res black-and-white feed, a massive, ominous figure was visible, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
“So that’s Kim Jong-un’s true form. No wonder he didn’t go down from that hit earlier.”
Soldier-Kim Young-heum jabbed a finger at Kim Jong-un on the TV.
Businessman-Kim Tae-jun, who’d been staring at the screen, furrowed his brow and peered closer at Kim Jong-un’s head.
“What’s up? What is it?”
“General, take a good look. This face—doesn’t it look familiar?”
“What……?”
Soldier-Kim Young-heum finally realized Kim Jong-un had three heads.
He looked at the left one Tae-jun pointed to and gaped.
“Kim Jong-il……!”
The eyes were closed as if asleep, but he was certain.
That was Kim Jong-il’s face.
Yeong-tae tilted his head and tapped the right head with a finger.
“Then who’s this one?”
Kim Jong-il, and Kim Jong-un.
But on the far right, another head lay dormant.
Of course, Young-heum and Tae-jun instantly recognized the third face.
“Kim Il-sung… That’s Kim Il-sung.”
“…You don’t mean THAT Kim Il-sung, do you?”
“North Korea’s first ten-brat. The three of them crawled out of hell at once.”
Soldier-Kim Young-heum gnashed his teeth as he spoke.
But his face was filled with irrepressible glee.
“How many shells left?”
“We’re out. Gotta pedal to recharge the energy.”
At Yeong-tae’s words, Soldier-Kim Young-heum bolted madly toward the pedal.
“H-hey, General?”
“What’re you doing? Pedal now! Jeong Yeong-woo’ll call us soon! Hurry!”
* * *
Vajrayaksha.
One of Buddhism’s Five Great Kings, the northern guardian deity with three faces, six arms, and weapons.
Of course, it was ironic that this slayer of evil spirits had manifested in Kim Jong-un’s mutated body, making him the evil spirit itself……
‘But with the three heads, it kinda fits perfectly in a way.’
Yeong-woo stood firm on both feet, gazing at the distant seated Vajrayaksha.
[Dictator-Kim Jong-un]
As expected, inside the brazier split by the laser barrage, Kim Jong-un had returned transformed into the Vajrayaksha.
As known, he had three heads and six arms, each hand gripping the Vajrayaksha’s signature weapons.
The divine vajra that commanded lightning.
The bell that rang, and the vajra bell.
The chariot wheel symbolizing Buddhist teachings, the Dharma wheel.
And the remaining three hands held a bow and arrow to vanquish evil spirits, plus a longsword.
Even the materialized Vajrayaksha’s weapons were perfectly ‘original.’
‘So each one’s function is different too. Tougher opponent than I thought.’
Just from the two yakshas he’d brought, Yeong-woo couldn’t even guess Kim Jong-un’s power.
Especially since.
‘He dragged his dad and grandpa along. Doesn’t that make him three times stronger?’
Yeong-woo stared incredulously at the other two heads on Kim Jong-un, even after seeing them himself.
Their skin was a deep blue, with elongated fangs bared, but the faces were unmistakably North Korea’s past dictators: Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il.
For some reason, the Kim dynasty’s three generations had merged into one body.
‘Why? Related to karma or something?’
In this universe, everything was meticulously recorded in the ‘ledger,’ determining every being’s cosmic value and status.
So the three dictators appearing together here had to be tied to some record etched in the ledger.
Shuk.
As Yeong-woo checked coordinates to request the third barrage, Kim Jong-un, who’d had his eyes closed, lifted his eyelids.
「You bastard……!」
He’d been pretending to be calm, but the laser beam had scared him too.
Yeong-woo openly sneered at him and shouted the coordinates.
“Earth! 482! 182! 3264! 11!”
Kim Jong-un involuntarily yelped and looked skyward in horror.
The legs crossed for lotus position were already stomping the ground to flee.
「H-heek……!」
Unlike Yeong-woo’s expectation, Kim Jong-un bolted like a total coward.
“……?”
Yeong-woo stared blankly at him for a moment, then realized after a long time that no laser shot came.
‘No way, is there a limit on barrages?’
Thud, thud, thud!
Meanwhile, the 7-meter-tall Kim Jong-un was already slicing through Gangnam District’s skies, fleeing far away.
‘That fucker?’
Yeong-woo instantly saw he was heading into the urban area to dodge the laser by using civilians as shields.
He knew Yeong-woo wouldn’t unleash that insane barrage with hostages around.
However.
Thud, thud, thuuud!
Kim Jong-un, who seemed to be escaping well, tripped mid-stride before fully leaving the park grounds and face-planted forward.
Kuuung!
“What’s with that retard?”
Yeong-woo drew his stepchild sword and charged at high speed toward him.
Without the barrage, he could probably take his head now.
Tatatat!
Yeong-woo closed the distance to under 10 meters in an instant, close enough to notice the front face of the fallen Vajrayaksha wasn’t Kim Jong-un, but someone else.
That someone was.
「I-is that… Jong-un?」
The second-generation dictator, Kim Jong-il, had finally opened his eyes.
As consciousness returned to his head, he’d seized control of the body from his son.
Though it didn’t seem intentional for now.
Because.
Srrrrk.
Soon, Kim Jong-il’s head slid back to the left, letting Kim Jong-un reclaim the front.
「Yes, Father. It’s me!」
And with that, the sprawled body resumed its escape.
Thud, thud!
「What’re you doing right now? Jong-un. Where are we?」
This time, Kim Jong-il spoke only from the side, not taking the front.
He’d observe his son’s actions first to grasp the situation.
「Here… South Joseon.」
「Wha… South Joseon?」
Only then did Kim Jong-il’s eyes widen as he looked around.
Then he spotted the so-called Korea’s Greatest Swordsman hot on their heels.
Golden light gleaming from his eyes, crimson demon sword already drawn.
Even Kim Jong-il, ignorant of this world, could tell that was an enemy soldier.
「Why… why are you running? Fight! The enemy’s right there……!」
Kim Jong-il glared at Yeong-woo from the side, then suddenly sensed something and his lips quivered.
And at that moment.
Kwaaak!
The desperately fleeing Vajrayaksha convulsed again.
「Krrak!」
「Tch……!」
This time, both father and son groaned, and Yeong-woo saw it clearly.
‘No way.’
Both Kim Jong-un and Kim Jong-il’s heads had been pushed to the sides.
Which meant.
「Aah…….」
The third head, Kim Il-sung, had awakened.
Kwaang!
The moment he gained body control, Kim Il-sung halted the flesh that had been about to slam into the ground again.
Then.
Drdrdrk.
He straightened the massive body and readjusted the weapons gripped in his six hands one by one.
The two dictators, not daring to move forward from the sides, cautiously spoke.
「…Father! This unworthy son finally greets……!」
「G-Grandpa?」