Chapter 202
Chapter 202
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 202
Chapter Title: 45. Three Generations (2)
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“Are you all watching this right now?”
With the whistle still in his mouth, Yeong-woo glanced up at the sky.
It was a message to his friends, probably tuned in from the Returner’s Room via television.
“When Kim Jong-un takes over the body, he’s a coward. When it’s Kim Il-sung, he switches to combat mode. Kim Jong-il… I’m not sure about.”
Yeong-woo trailed off there, staring blankly at Kim Il-sung glaring at him from afar.
Then.
“Fuu.”
He blew into the whistle just like that.
Preeeeee!
The clear, piercing sound echoed through the air.
And from that moment.
Swoooosh!
The color saturation of the entire area suddenly dropped, halting even Kim Jong-un mid-stride in the distance.
「W-What the hell is it this time…?」
Kim Jong-un looked up at the sky.
He knew full well that for that insane laser barrage from before to happen again, the Joseon First Sword had to call in the coordinates.
But just now, no one had recited any coordinates.
All the Joseon First Sword had done was…
「You idiot! Reinforcements!」
Kim Il-sung, grasping the situation first, shifted his position to the front of the head and seized control of the body.
Sliide.
Kim Jong-un, pushed back to the side, widened his eyes in shock.
「R-Reinforcements?」
No sooner had Kim Jong-un’s question ended than a point in the sky split open dramatically.
Craaaack!
Then, familiar voices began ringing out one by one—even to Yeong-woo and the Seoul First Swords watching from a distance.
「Yaaah!」
「Uwaaaah!」
Internet broadcaster Hong Young-tae and businessman Kim Tae-jun.
True to their former mutant forms, they plummeted vertically toward the landing zone, radiating menacing auras.
And finally.
「I am Major General of the Republic of Korea Army! Kim Young-heum…!」
The hardliner army major general, Kim Young-heum.
Whiiiish!
His white mane and beard flattened back as he sliced through the upper air, the only one among the ‘reinforcements’ descending at an angle.
He was heading straight for Kim Jong-un—no, Kim Il-sung—solo.
“General! It’s Kim Il-sung right now…!”
Seeing Kim Jong-un’s head shoved to the side, Yeong-woo shouted a hasty warning as he charged forward. Somehow, the tiger-faced Kim managed a thrilled grin.
“Kim Il-sung? Today’s the best day of my life.”
Whoooosh!
Already hovering right above Kim Il-sung’s head, he didn’t retreat—instead, he swung his forepaw.
Slaaash!
With the thunderous roar unique to a tiger, the white forepaw lashed out.
Kim Il-sung thrust out the Vajra Rod to block, then hastily parried the white tiger’s claws with his long staff.
Kriiiing!
He was mindful of the Joseon First Sword closing in fast.
Just as Yeong-woo had been wary of the Vajra Yaksha’s mythical gear, the Kim trio couldn’t ignore the Joseon First Sword charging in with mere ordinary weapons.
Of course, if Kim Jong-un had control of the front of the head right now, he probably would’ve just shoved out the Vajra Rod without a second thought.
-Grrr!
His first strike easily blocked by the staff, a furious Kim Young-heum bared his fangs and spat at Kim Il-sung.
「Ptoo! You bastard!」
「Why the fuck are all these lunatics coming at me?」
Kim Il-sung, who’d never been spat on by a tiger in life, looked utterly baffled.
Then.
Tata-tat!
Hearing the unmistakable footsteps of the Joseon First Sword, he turned his head sideways.
「…Persistent.」
Kim Il-sung’s gaze involuntarily drifted toward Yeong-woo’s bastard sword.
Unlike Yeong-woo, he knew nothing of its unique effects, so he couldn’t pinpoint when it ignored targets.
He just remembered blocking it with the Vajra Rod last time.
So.
Whish!
This time, too, he swung the Vajra Rod to greet the bastard sword.
Kaaaang!
The third clash between Yeong-woo and Kim Il-sung.
Right after, Popu Tenta blew his trumpet, savagely disrupting his mind, while beside him, the golden goblin charged with the Dharma wheel in hand.
「Uh? Father, that guy over there…!」
Kim Jong-il, spotting the rapidly approaching Dharma wheel, freaked out—but Kim Il-sung had no time for that.
Kaaang, kang!
He was too busy fending off the Joseon First Sword’s lightning-fast strikes.
And on top of that.
Thud, thud, thud!
Behind this annoying First Sword, two more mutants were charging in.
None other than Young-tae and Tae-jun.
「General!」
「Hurry up! This bastard’s got too many arms!」
As Kim Young-heum had said, the Vajra Yaksha’s six arms moved in perfect, simultaneous coordination, like independent creatures.
Its longsword had been sliced off like butter by Yeong-woo’s earlier attack, but the remaining base still functioned as a dagger.
The sharp-tipped long staff and arrow served as close-range weapons in their own right.
And above all.
‘The Vajra Bell hasn’t been used once. What does that do?’
Yeong-woo sidelong-glanced at the Vajra Bell, untouched even as a makeshift weapon.
A small bell-like ritual object with a handle.
Whenever it rang, did it consume a use? Kim Il-sung was consciously avoiding swinging it.
“General, is the barrage over now? Was there a shot limit or something?”
Yeong-woo called out from beyond Kim Il-sung’s forearm. Opposite him, Kim Young-heum growled back.
「It’s rechargeable. One more shot within 10 seconds once we’re back.」
Of course, Kim Il-sung and the other two Kims caught the conversation too.
「H-Ha… another shot?」
Kim Jong-un and Kim Jong-il paled with matching expressions, only for Kim Il-sung’s rebuke to rain down from above.
「Daring to make that face in front of me?」
「Eek!」
「F-Father, no…!」
But even Kim Il-sung, scolding his son and grandson, subtly realized this three-head system was an intentional penalty.
Any one of them could seize body control at a whim.
That’s why the grandson bolted at the slightest danger, and the timid son never dared take the body, only whimpering pathetically—making all three look ridiculous.
「…….」
But he couldn’t blame others for it.
Who was the blood of these pathetic two?
「My kingdom… has already fallen. The heavens must be punishing me, forcing me to witness this disgrace firsthand.」
As Kim Il-sung spat his self-mocking line, Joseon First Sword Jeong Yeong-woo furrowed his brow and swung the bastard sword once more.
Whiiish!
“What kingdom? This crazy bastard still hasn’t snapped out of it.”
The bastard sword, with its 30.8 million karma acquisition tax, traced a blood-red trajectory.
Kaaaang!
Their seventh clash already.
Right on cue, Young-tae and Tae-jun arrived and struck from behind.
Kwaak!
Being upright-walking mutants, they had a knack for latching onto foes.
「Brother! Chop the neck quick…!」
Young-tae grabbed and hung from one forearm, while CEO Kim Tae-jun clumsily embraced another lower arm and the waist at once.
「You…!」
Caught off-guard by the unexpected swarm tactics, Kim Il-sung faltered slightly.
Yet he somehow parried the combined assault from Yeong-woo, the golden trajectory, and the three mutants.
「W-What? How’d this guy show up so fast?」
As Yeong-woo and Kim Il-sung traded a whopping twelve exchanges, Kim Young-heum sensed things turning dire and came up with a ploy.
「Ptooey…!」
This time, he spat right in Kim Jong-un’s face.
「Turn that big head.」
「…What?」
「Turn your damn head now!」
With a roar and a growl, Major General Kim Young-heum bellowed. Frightened, Kim Jong-un instinctively twisted his head.
Then.
「Don’t fuck around and stay still! If control switches now, we’re all dead!」
For the first time since returning to this world, Kim Il-sung showed fear.
What he feared most here wasn’t the Joseon First Sword or the South Korean general-turned-white-tiger—it was his own grandson.
「J-Jong-un! Listen to Grandpa! One wrong move, and it’s irreversible!」
Dis trusting his son’s guts, Kim Jong-il pleaded desperately too. Kim Il-sung spun the body sharply, shaking off the tiger from Kim Jong-un.
Whish!
Then he charged the Vajra Rod yellow.
“Uh…!”
A hologram lightning bolt instantly appeared in Yeong-woo’s vision.
The Vajra Rod was aimed squarely at Major General Kim Young-heum.
「You’re done…!」
“General! Get back—!”
Yeong-woo ordered an evasion, and the golden trajectory swooped in to shove Kim aside, but.
Kwachijik!
The Vajra Rod activated a half-beat faster.
「Kraaaagh!」
Before Kim Young-heum could dodge, the pale yellow lightning pierced his white fur and ravaged his insides.
「T-Ten seconds…!」
Leaving the laser recharge time as his final words, Major General Kim Young-heum vanished into the air.
「G-General!」
「Ah…!」
Young-tae and Tae-jun sighed at the spot where Kim Young-heum had disappeared without a trace. Meanwhile, Kim Jong-un tattled to his grandpa.
「Ten seconds! Another barrage in ten seconds!」
Of course, Kim Il-sung knew that better than anyone.
「Fuck, keep cornering me like this.」
Something ominous in Kim Il-sung’s tone.
Just as Yeong-woo felt a chill.
-Ting.
For the first time, the Vajra Bell shook violently in the air.
Kim Il-sung had activated the final weapon.
And soon after.
Whoooosh!
The winds around them suddenly howled, and the sky darkened once more.
“…What did you just do?”
As Yeong-woo asked, he gestured toward the goblin.
An order to prepare the golden orb, in case this was another freak weather event.
But the Vajra Bell’s toll hadn’t summoned freak weather.
《The Vajra Bell summons the owner’s dream into reality.》
‘A dream… into reality?’
As Yeong-woo read the special message aloud in his mind, a red laser line shot down between him and Kim Il-sung.
Piiiing!
The next line revealed its purpose.
《Time until nuclear missile drop: 10 seconds》