Chapter 201
Chapter 201
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 201
Chapter Title: 45. Three Generations (1)
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“What the hell is all this?”
North Korea’s first dictator, Kim Il-sung.
As he alternated glances between his own body and the six weapons, Young-woo approached from behind and swung his sword with all his might.
Shweeeeeek!
It was because he instinctively sensed that this man was an entirely different being from the previous two dictators, starting with his very presence.
It wasn’t just because he had immediately taken control of his body the moment he regained consciousness, or because he had grasped the weapons in his hands.
The reason Young-woo felt an ominous premonition was none other than this.
[Archery, God Calling has been activated.]
The epic-grade archery skill ‘God Calling’ had activated simultaneously with Kim Il-sung’s appearance.
‘…So it hadn’t been applying to archery until now?’
Of course, that wasn’t the immediate problem.
「God Calling」 - Epic Archery
【If your faith is sufficient, even your arrows can reach the gods.】
An epic archery skill that lets arrows reach even the gods.
What else could it mean that this skill had lain dormant against Kim Jong-il and Kim Jong-un, only activating now that Kim Il-sung had appeared?
‘This bastard really is the true enemy…!’
North Korea’s dictator.
North Korea’s greatest foe.
It was Kim Il-sung, the very origin of the hereditary dictatorship.
‘But that cursed bloodline ends here!’
Since the blade of Bastard was already heading toward the nape of the Diamond Yaksha’s neck, Young-woo believed he had overcome the greatest hurdle.
He could decapitate him before Kim Il-sung adapted to this world.
“F-Fatherreeeeek!”
Of course, with Kim Il-sung taking the front, Kim Jong-il—who now faced the rear—clearly saw the Chosun First Sword swinging his blade.
‘But it’s too late…!’
Young-woo, sensing victory, swung his blade to the end.
Shweeeeeek!
And in that exact moment.
“…!”
Kim Il-sung’s eyebrow twitched.
“Sensory stat temporarily increased from existing 3,300 to 6,824.”
‘What…?’
A golden flash caused a sensory stat increase of 3,525.
Meaning the enemy’s base sensory stat exceeded 7,000.
‘No way.’
And along with this unbelievable notification.
Kaaang!
“……!”
It was something Young-woo thought impossible.
“Whatever this is, looks like we’re in a ridiculous spot.”
Kim Il-sung had swung the Diamond Pestle to parry Bastard.
【Contempt for the Weak】
|This sword’s attacks can only be blocked by equipment beyond mythic grade.
Meaning the Diamond Pestle he wielded—or the Diamond Yaksha’s body itself—was equivalent to mythic grade.
And sure enough.
Peeeng!
[Achievement Unlocked: Black Legend]
|Achievement Grade: Epic
|Achievement Rank: #2
「Face the legendary evil.」
The achievement auto-unlocked upon meeting the conditions, and all stats rose by 100 thanks to the epic ring Idealist.
Of course, to the shocked Young-woo, the stat increase message didn’t even register.
‘He… blocked Bastard? Then the moment this guy appeared, we were doomed from the start?’
Estimated average stats: at least 7,000.
Plus an existential presence capable of physically blocking mythic weapons.
For the first time, Young-woo truly felt the ‘apocalypse.’
No, this monster was the apocalypse itself.
No ordinary person could possibly match him.
‘…Why? How can such a being even exist? Then what was the point of everyone struggling to get stronger until now?’
As Young-woo grimaced at the first clash with his foe, the Diamond Pestle that had met his blade began to glow yellow-hot.
“……!”
At the same time, a hologram like shattering space appeared in Young-woo’s vision.
“Crazy!”
Young-woo hurriedly pulled back.
A massive bolt of lightning struck the spot he’d just vacated, by a hair’s breadth.
Kwarrrrk!
‘He’s seriously wielding real lightning…?’
Diamond Pestle, the divine artifact that commands lightning.
The moment Young-woo saw the lightning strike, he charged at the enemy again.
Taat!
“F-Father! He’s coming again!”
Kim Jong-il screamed in terror, while across from him, Kim Jong-un let out a shriek-like line for his own reasons.
“Th-the sword’s coming again…!”
What Kim Jong-un saw was the auto-combat greatsword ‘Golden Trajectory,’ sweeping wide for a flank ambush from the right.
-Weeeeeeng!
“Uwaaaak! It’s coming! It’s here…!”
Grandson Kim Jong-un.
And son Kim Jong-il.
Though it had been ages—no, even transcending death to reunite—Kim Il-sung couldn’t help but feel irritated.
With those two men glued to either side of his head, squealing like cowards, how could they look anything but pathetic?
“Shut up, you idiots!”
Kim Il-sung made a disdainful face as he blocked Young-woo’s Bastard with the hand holding the longsword, and the Golden Trajectory with the opposite hand holding the bow.
Taaang!
No, precisely, he only half-blocked it.
“Hm?”
This time, Bastard sliced through the longsword in Kim Il-sung’s grip and grazed past his temple—more precisely, half-severing Kim Jong-il’s neck.
“F-Fatherreeek…!”
“Wha-what? Dad!”
Kim Jong-il and Kim Jong-un cried out in shock to their respective fathers.
And Kim Il-sung was equally startled by the attack.
He had just learned that the Chosun First Sword’s strikes weren’t always blockable.
Young-woo, too, began learning the enemy’s traits.
‘At least the longsword isn’t mythic grade.’
But the Diamond Pestle definitely was.
Then what about the rest of his gear?
‘I’ll find out as we fight.’
As Young-woo pressed his momentum for the next strike, Kim Il-sung leaped back and shouted.
“Jong-il…!”
Then, with the hand at the top-left, he spun the Dharma Wheel once.
Sruk.
It glowed golden-hot, and astonishingly.
Shuririt!
Kim Jong-il’s nearly severed neck reattached.
“……!”
Seeing this, Young-woo instantly knew the Dharma Wheel was also a mythic-grade weapon.
So probably.
‘The Diamond Bell is mythic too. Then only the longsword, bow, and arrows aren’t.’
Exactly half of the six weapons were mythic.
“Father!”
Meanwhile, Kim Jong-il, back from death’s door, shed tears down his pale cheeks as he repeatedly called for his father.
In life, he had feared assassination so much he never flew and avoided leaving North Korea at all costs.
To suddenly be summoned to South Korea and stabbed—it was no wonder he was shocked.
“…Useless brat. Still such a coward.”
Kim Il-sung scolded his son in a voice slightly less angry than before.
“What did you do in the meantime to end up like this? Who’s that?”
Suk.
Finally, Kim Il-sung pointed at the Chosun First Sword with the Diamond Pestle and asked.
Kim Jong-il desperately tried to roll his eyes backward.
Meaning Kim Jong-un—who had lived in this world most recently—would know best.
At this, Kim Jong-un said.
“Th-there… was a rebellion.”
He dismissed the complex Reset event with the convenient word “rebellion.”
So Young-woo.
“What?”
Gripped Bastard again and looked to the sky.
“Almost every citizen in your country voted for your erasure. You call that a rebellion?”
Hwaaaah!
Young-woo’s eyes began glowing with golden light again.
“That wasn’t a rebellion…”
Taat!
“It’s called judgment!”
As Young-woo charged forward, unleashing the First Sword’s prestige, a golden wave spread from him.
“…!”
Instead of countering rashly, Kim Il-sung pulled back and nocked an arrow to his bowstring.
“Those ruled always harbor enmity toward their rulers.”
Trrrrk.
Kim Il-sung fully drew the bowstring, aiming at the enemy’s golden pupils.
“So you must always choke their lifeline to keep them from acting on it. Guess my grandson slipped up.”
“…You mad bastard.”
Kim Il-sung. The origin of North Korea’s dictatorship regime and the mastermind behind the Korean War.
Naturally, he was no less ruthless than his successors—perhaps even more so.
“Now, bow down again. Now I think I know why I’ve returned here.”
Taat!
Kim Il-sung released the taut bowstring, and instantaneously, immense energy gathered before the bow.
Shwaaaaaah!
It was a power demanding immediate evasion above all else, but the Chosun Swordsmanship judged differently.
‘What… block that?’
Moreover, the Chosun Swordsmanship was marking the ‘Dharma Wheel’ in Kim Il-sung’s left arm with a Break (破) icon.
Shwaaaaaah!
Meanwhile, the arrow Kim Il-sung loosed was already tearing through the air, and in that instant, Young-woo clearly saw its form.
‘Ah…!’
Thanks to the sensory hijack massively boosting his sensory stat, synergizing with the armor codex’s collection effect.
[Collection Effect: 20]
|Designated equipment effects increased by 50%
【Enemy attack power reduced by 75%.】
With his sensory stat breaking 6,800, the weakened arrow flew at him like slow motion.
Taaang!
Young-woo casually swatted it away, leaving the three dictators’ eyes bulging.
“Father! That guy’s no ordinary fool!”
“Grandfather! H-he blocked the arrow…!”
“Shut up, you retarded shits!”
As the three dictators spoke in unison, Young-woo immediately drew White Saturation’s string.
Krrruk!
His target: the absurdly effective Dharma Wheel.
―Break (破)
The Break mark still hovered over it, so Young-woo released the string without hesitation.
Thwat!
Then.
Pshuuuuwut!
Unlike usual, a stealth-coated special arrow from Dogo split into three, each tracing different trajectories.
‘Is… is this God Calling?’
Even the shooter was stunned, let alone the enemy.
“Uwaaaaaaaaak!”
Kim Jong-il, still vivid memory of the blade at his neck, screamed outright.
His son Kim Jong-un was equally terrified.
“G-Grandfatherree!”
In contrast, Kim Il-sung.
“Hup…!”
Bulged his eyes and swung all six arms to swat away the three arrows.
Tatatang!
“Oh…?”
“Y-yeah!”
The second- and third-generation dictators stopped screaming, exchanging looks that said the founder was different.
But even Kim Il-sung had forgotten one presence: the ‘Golden Trajectory.’
-Weeeeeeng!
It had tried a side ambush earlier and been repelled, but now attempted a rear sneak attack the moment Young-woo fired the split arrows.
Shweeeeeeek!
And this time.
Taeng!
It succeeded in knocking the Dharma Wheel from Kim Il-sung’s hand.
“Shit!”
“You bastard…!”
Seeing their insurance—the Dharma Wheel—slam into the ground, Kim Jong-il and Kim Jong-un gnashed their teeth till their fangs showed.
He’d already yielded his neck once; what guarantee was there against a second?
Especially since then.
“R-real death…!”
Kim Jong-un rasped in a withered voice, then suddenly rolled his eyes back, shoving his head to the front.
Daring to seize control of his grandfather Kim Il-sung’s body.
“…What? What are you doing, Jong-un!”
Kim Jong-il yelled at his mad son, but the Diamond Yaksha carrying the three was already stumbling into retreat.
Showing its back to an enemy with mythic weapons, no less.
“This idiot must’ve ruined the country like this.”
Enraged, Kim Il-sung hurriedly rolled his eyes to look behind.
There.
“What the hell’s that guy…?”
He saw the Chosun First Sword with a whistle in his mouth.