Chapter 203
Chapter 203
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 203
Chapter Title: 46. The Dreaming Dictator (1)
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“…Nuke?”
“Nuke…?”
“A nuke?”
Seoul’s First Swords stared blankly at the activation phrase for the Diamond Edict.
《Time until nuclear missile drop: 9 seconds》
This incident had exceeded the limits of what their brains could process.
Right in the heart of Seoul, the Kim family dynasty had appeared and summoned a nuclear missile… Was this really reality?
“W-What happens now…?”
Songpa First Sword Oh Yeon-hee gazed at the blood-red guidance line with entranced eyes.
“This is Gangnam…”
Gangnam.
The territory of Joseon First Sword Jeong Yeong-woo, who had been seen as invincible, and a region that symbolized wealth in name alone.
A place no one thought could ever fall, now on the verge of being obliterated by Kim Il-sung, returned from hell.
And that was just the beginning?
“Wait, then…!”
Oh Yeon-hee’s thoughts belatedly turned to the residents of Songpa District, adjacent to Gangnam.
If a nuke hit here, Songpa would be obliterated too—it was obvious.
And what about the radiation spreading everywhere?
In truth, this was it.
“D-Destruction. It’s over. We’re done for.”
Yongsan First Sword Kim Do-ha had already collapsed in place.
《Time until nuclear missile drop: 7 seconds》
Meanwhile, the only administrator present, Jo Sang-ik, shouted at Jeong Yeong-woo with eyes on the verge of madness.
“Jeong Yeong-woo! Stop it somehow! If that nuke hits, Seoul is finished!”
He’d always thought that man would cause a major incident someday, but he never imagined it would be on the scale of dropping a nuke on Seoul.
Of course, Yeong-woo knew full well what kind of catastrophe this was.
“A nuke? Are you insane? This won’t just kill us! You planning to wipe out all of Seoul?”
As Yeong-woo swung Sasaenga in fury, Kim Il-sung parried with the Diamond Staff and spat out a horrific line.
「I’ve always wanted to see Seoul turn into a sea of fire.」
A true dream.
“You mad bastard!”
Was he really serious?
Stunned by Kim Il-sung’s unimaginable malice, Yeong-woo unleashed the twenty-second form with Sasaenga.
Kaaaaang!
His attack was effortlessly blocked by the Diamond Staff, as always.
‘Damn it!’
Joseon First Sword.
It seemed North Korean martial arts couldn’t hunt down North Korea’s legendary demon.
Even though he was striking along the markers stamped by the Joseon Swordsmanship, the defense came at perfectly timed counters, as if the opponent could see the same markers.
And on top of that.
《Time until nuclear missile drop: 5 seconds》
The remaining time had dwindled to five seconds.
Now he really had to make a decision.
‘A nuke… How do I stop it?’
Request a laser barrage at the missile’s drop point?
If luck was on his side, the laser could vaporize the missile before the warhead detonated.
But this wasn’t just any missile—it was a nuclear one.
‘Can’t do anything about the radiation spreading. Hell, the laser might even trigger it.’
An unpredictable crisis.
Who on Earth had ever stopped a nuclear missile before?
‘Kill Kim Il-sung quick instead? I could hold him down and call in the barrage.’
Practically a suicide mission, but better than a nuke on Seoul.
But even then.
‘No, the dream’s already manifested with the guidance line. Even if he dies, will the launch cancel?’
And was that the only problem?
《Time until nuclear missile drop: 3 seconds》
Only three seconds left now, and Kim Il-sung was still cleanly blocking Yeong-woo’s attacks.
At this rate, he wouldn’t kill Kim Il-sung and would eat the nuke too.
“You son of a…!”
Pushed to the brink, Yeong-woo’s mind raced at top speed.
‘Martial arts! Switch martial arts first!’
Yeong-woo transferred the equipped Joseon Swordsmanship to Golden Trajectory, then activated ‘Lom’s Floor’ registered on his greatsword.
「Lom’s Floor」 - Legendary Swordsmanship
【Fight like a prisoner.】
Peeing!
A purple hologram appeared instantly, but Yeong-woo didn’t even check it.
《Time until nuclear missile drop: 2 seconds》
No time to follow the guide and execute.
Thwock!
He hurled Sasaenga high into the sky based purely on his own judgment.
Then.
Crunch!
He tore off his right arm with his left, entering the ‘Body Loss’ state.
‘40%…!’
‘Body Loss’ judged him as missing one arm and granted a 40% power boost. Blood surged from the torn stump, adding a 25% strength increase from bleeding.
Shwaaaaa!
His whole body boiled with energy.
He had one more doping agent, but no time to take it.
《Time until nuclear missile drop: 1 second》
What he had to do right now.
Taat!
Dodge the Diamond Staff and close in under the chin.
「Too late. No matter what you do…」
Realizing Joseon First Sword’s final struggle, Kim Il-sung smirked in triumph, then looked up at the sharp whoosh overhead.
Swoosh.
「Still just tricks.」
Whiiiiiish!
It was Sasaenga, remotely recalled by Yeong-woo.
The mythic greatsword was plummeting vertically toward Kim Il-sung’s crown.
However.
Whoosh!
Kim Il-sung swung the hitherto unused Diamond Staff to block Sasaenga.
Kaaaang!
Now one-armed and weaponless, Yeong-woo burrowed right under Kim Il-sung’s chin.
Taaat!
「…」
Kim Il-sung looked down again at Joseon First Sword Jeong Yeong-woo.
He knew full well the man posed no threat without Sasaenga.
Besides, already.
《Time until nuclear missile drop: 0 seconds》
The nuclear countdown had ended.
Kwaaaaa…!
The distinctive high-speed roar of the missile began.
And at that moment, Yeong-woo.
‘Shit, t-too late?’
Wearing a troubled expression, he still swung his fist in a diagonal uppercut toward Kim Il-sung’s jawline.
Following Lom’s Floor guide exactly this time.
What Yeong-woo demanded from this prisoners’ martial art was one thing.
‘One punch to forcibly turn Kim Il-sung’s head…!’
Like the opponent, Yeong-woo’s absurd wish came true.
His left fist truly smashed into Kim Il-sung’s right jaw.
Puuuunch!
Kim Il-sung’s head snapped left, forcing the adjacent Kim Jong-un’s head to the front.
「Uh…?」
Kim Jong-un, suddenly back in control of the Diamond Yaksha, wore a dazed expression. Moments later, Yeong-woo hugged his head and strained with all his might.
“What’s your dream? Your dream?”
「…My dream?」
As Kim Jong-un replied, Yeong-woo’s body embracing his face thrashed violently.
Whoooosh!
Kim Il-sung, shoved aside, was fighting to return to the front.
And at the same instant.
Shwaaaaa!
A vivid missile thrust roared from the edge of the sky.
The nuclear missile summoned by Kim Il-sung had finally arrived.
「Ha…!」
Locked in a contest of strength with Joseon First Sword for bodily control, Kim Il-sung exclaimed as the missile entered visual range.
And Yeong-woo.
‘Ah… failed after all?’
He groaned deeply, staring at the nuclear missile descending to 200 meters overhead.
Despair.
Swapping the Diamond Yaksha’s front head to Kim Jong-un hadn’t been enough to alter the dream’s content.
《The Diamond Edict manifests the owner’s dream into reality.》
Per the Diamond Edict’s text, the manifestation was based on the ‘owner’s dream,’ so Yeong-woo thought swapping the owner late would reflect it.
That’s how he’d hacked the system so far.
But.
‘Luck doesn’t hold forever. Once manifested, the dream can’t change? Or was I wrong from the start?’
Either way, this battle was a crushing defeat.
Belatedly, Yeong-woo checked the coordinates at his feet to request at least a barrage.
Seoul was done, but not all of Korea.
He had to vaporize at least Kim Il-sung here for other cities to survive.
“Earth! 482! 182…!”
The moment Yeong-woo resorted to his final suicide measure.
Crack!
Suddenly, a massive cracking sound echoed from the sky.
“…?”
Yeong-woo looked up urgently. The nuclear missile’s base, following the guidance line, had bloomed open like a flower, petals splaying outward.
“Uh…?”
Yeong-woo’s pupils dilated to the max.
Kim Jong-un, Kim Jong-il, and Kim Il-sung’s eyes bulged too.
The missile had abruptly halted mid-descent.
「W-What? Why’d it stop?」
Kim Il-sung couldn’t hide his anxiety.
Then.
Crack, craaack, crack!
The entire nuclear missile unfurled in all directions, shattering into small metal chunks, then spat out one of them.
Thung…!
The metal piece arced gently from above.
Shwaaaaa, kwang!
“W-What’s that?”
A black limousine.
Of course, Yeong-woo wasn’t asking because he didn’t know what it was.
He’d seen the Maybach emblem on the rear.
It was Maybach, Mercedes-Benz’s luxury brand.
The issue was why a Benz was bursting from the sky right now.
“Isn’t that a Benz…? Why’s a Benz suddenly popping out?”
As Yeong-woo muttered in confusion bordering on fear, Kim Jong-un in his arms cautiously spoke up.
「…No.」
“What?”
「It’s not just any Benz… That one.」
At Kim Jong-un’s words, Yeong-woo instinctively covered his mouth with his one hand.
“No way, you bastard.”
Yeong-woo stared at Kim Jong-un in disbelief.
It was well-known through media that North Korea’s dictator loved foreign luxury cars.
Despite UN sanctions banning imports like Benzes, Kim Jong-un had smuggled one via six countries.
And that smuggled car was the Benz Maybach S600 Pullman Guard.
He’d even acquired the next version, S650, proving his obsession.
「…」
Finally, he seemed resigned, closing his eyes gently.
「…That’s the new Maybach. My dream car.」
Dream car.
As Kim Jong-un’s words ended, the overhead nuclear missile disintegrated into hundreds of Benzes, raining down like a storm.