Chapter 204
Chapter 204
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 204
Chapter Title: 46. The Dreaming Dictator (2)
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“Dream car…? Can Kim Jong-un even say something like that?”
Seongbuk First Sword Yi Yu-bin, who had been watching the battlefield from afar, muttered this.
Songpa’s Oh Yeon-hee, standing right beside her, clicked her tongue.
“Get your head in the game and watch the sky.”
With that, she swung her crescent blade overhead, slicing a Benz clean in half.
Kwa-ja-jak!
The ‘Benz rain’ summoned by Kim Jong-un began pouring down even toward where Seoul’s First Swords stood.
Hwaaak!
Vehicles weighing over two tons raining down from the sky like… no, like mortar shells—it was a sight more terrifying than wondrous.
“Whoa, this looks dangerous.”
Even Gwanak’s Jo Sang-ik freaked out as three Benzes flew straight toward his head.
“W-what the hell is going on?”
“Watch out!”
Kwaak, kwak!
The Benzes that crashed into the ground crumpled mercilessly, scattering debris everywhere. The First Swords realized this wasn’t something to laugh off and hardened their expressions.
“Slice them… before they hit!”
Someone in the group shouted this and drew their sword. From that moment, the First Swords began demonstrating their spectacular skills, cutting down the high-speed incoming Benzes with their blades.
“Fuck, did I become a First Sword just to survive a Benz baptism?”
Dongdaemun’s Jang Jeong-ho let out a hollow laugh as he parried a Benz diving for his head with his sword.
Chwaaak!
The silver lining—if you could call it that—was that no Benzes were falling outside this Cheongdam Park site.
Of course, this was nothing short of infuriating for the dictators who had come south.
「This crazy bastard swapped nukes for that shit?」
Kim Il-sung ground his teeth in rage.
Meanwhile, Kim Jong-il stared blankly at his son’s ‘dream,’ still unable to believe it.
「This is really your dream?」
Kim Jong-un looked ashamed but didn’t just take it lying down.
“…Father, if you’d peeled back the curtain, yours wouldn’t have been much different.”
He was pointing out how his father had indulged in luxury while the people starved.
“What? You old fuck.”
Kim Jong-il and Kim Jong-un.
As the two father and son started bickering pathetically, Kim Il-sung shoved between them and took front and center again, furious.
“Shut the fuck up, you retarded dogs!”
“……!”
“Ah, Grandfather.”
Then Kim Il-sung turned his head south.
“…….”
Toward the cluster of Gangnam apartment complexes, plain as day.
“…Don’t fuck around.”
Yeong-woo, catching on to Kim Il-sung’s intent, quickly shoved himself into the giant’s line of sight.
The message: Don’t even try entering the city until you’ve broken me.
But Kim Il-sung just looked down at the now one-armed Yeong-woo and chuckled lowly.
「I remember you couldn’t do shit to me even with two arms.」
Yeong-woo silently extended his left hand, retrieving the Childslayer from where it had fallen off to the side.
Shii-it, tak!
Kim Jong-il, still traumatized by the Childslayer, trembled in his eyelids.
Wasn’t it the sword that had sliced his throat once before?
But Kim Il-sung no longer cared about the safety of his worthless kin.
「Today, I’ll turn this land into a sea of blood.」
With that, he boldly took his first step south.
Kwa-jak!
A loud crunch erupted right under his foot as something metallic crumpled.
“……?”
Kim Il-sung looked down at his feet and soon saw it.
His grandson’s dream cars, which had already turned the area into a Benz ocean.
“Ah, fuck.”
In the end, even Kim Il-sung lost his composure and spat out a curse without thinking. That was when Yeong-woo, gripping the Childslayer in his left hand, charged.
Ta-tat!
The Joseon First Sword leaped over the mountain of Benzes from all directions toward Kim Il-sung.
This surreal scene was witnessed not just by the surrounding First Swords but by hundreds of Gangnam residents as well.
“…Huh?”
“What the…?”
Some Gangnam locals who had spotted the dream cars raining down in the city had come rushing over.
Of course, from the perspective of Yeong-woo and the other First Swords, the civilians’ approach was a massive liability, but no one could afford to pay attention right now.
Because.
Ta-ta-tat!
Yeong-woo had just leaped high into the air, using two Benzes as a springboard.
“Whoa!”
“Ugh……!”
Everyone was too focused on Yeong-woo launching toward Kim Il-sung to notice anything else. Even Yeong-woo himself.
“T-this battle is brought to you by the pan-galactic weapons brand! With support from Dogo……!”
He was busy reciting his sponsor ad belatedly.
[Grade 2 Ad Space Utilization]
-Prior to major battles, you must audibly announce that you are fighting with support from Dogo.
It was a business promise.
Plus, with the chairman scouring the universe for the weapons codex right now, they had to uphold their end.
“I am Joseon First Sword Jeong Yeong-woo07! Advertising model for 「Dogo」……!”
As Yeong-woo soared with transcendent speech, Dogo’s wedge emblem unfurled like a rainbow along the trail of blood leaking from his exploded right arm.
“……?”
「Dogo?」
「What?」
The three generations of northern dictators widened all six eyes in shock, staring at the Joseon First Sword approaching in a red arc.
The one-armed guy flying in while spraying blood and weird lines was novel enough, but more than that.
「Dogo……!」
「So that’s it—you had backing after all!」
The transcendent language Yeong-woo uttered made them fully comprehend the meaning of 「Dogo」—and that hit like a truck.
Dogo, the pan-galactic weapons brand led by Chairman Dogo.
At the same time, the advertiser for Joseon First Sword Jeong Yeong-woo and the source of the cursed blade Childslayer.
Realizing it all at once overloaded all three brains in sequence.
And in that meantime.
Kwaaaaang!
Yeong-woo had reached right in front of Kim Il-sung’s face.
「You insolent……!」
As expected, Kim Il-sung raised the Vajra Rod to block Yeong-woo’s face thrust.
Kaaang!
But the martial art Yeong-woo wielded now wasn’t Joseon Swordsmanship—it was the Lowm Floor.
And this alien prisoners’ swordsmanship was centered on unarmed combat from the start, not blades.
Hwiiit!
The moment his sword was blocked, Yeong-woo kicked Kim Il-sung’s fingers gripping the Vajra Rod.
Puuuuk!
「Urk……!」
Kim Il-sung grimaced as his index and middle fingers snapped at the joints in one blow. In that instant.
Hwiiik!
The Vajra Rod tumbled from Kim Il-sung’s right hand.
「You fuck! Grandfather!」
「Father! Grab it back!」
The other two dictators shrieked at the sight of the Vajra Rod falling.
But Kim Il-sung had his eyes squeezed shut from the first bone-crushing pain he’d ever felt.
“Ah, seriously!”
Finally losing patience, Kim Jong-un staged another ‘coup.’
Seu-reuk.
He shoved his grandfather’s head aside and took front and center himself.
Then.
「Kuhk!」
This time, the absurd pain from the fingers transferred to Kim Jong-un.
「Kek!」
Overwhelmed by pain beyond imagination, Kim Jong-un squeezed his eyes shut just like his grandfather.
Seeing this, Kim Jong-il didn’t move to the front.
Instead.
「Haa…….」
He let out a deep sigh and gently closed his eyes.
Truly, there were lessons to be learned from the past.
He instinctively knew he’d end up the same and preemptively gave up.
A fittingly cowardly choice, but a godsend for Yeong-woo and everyone in Gangnam.
Ta-at!
In the meantime, Yeong-woo landed on the ground—not on his feet, but on both knees and his chin.
“Urk!”
His left foot had shattered earlier while breaking Kim Il-sung’s fingers.
Now, all Yeong-woo had left were his left arm and right foot.
But thanks to that.
【Power increases up to 80% based on degree of limb loss.】
The effect of ‘Limb Loss’ had reached its maximum of 80%.
‘Now, just sever the neck and it’s over.’
As Yeong-woo raised his head to slice the Diamond Yaksha’s ankle, he spotted a purple hologram swinging a sword right there.
Yeong-woo pushed off the ground with his only working right foot, sliding forward.
Ta-at!
Then.
Hweeeeaek!
He slashed the Diamond Yaksha’s right ankle, now right in front of him.
Chwat!
As the Childslayer’s blade cut the blue ankle, Dogo’s wedge emblem embroidered the trail brilliantly, making clear exactly who his ‘backer’ was.
And next.
「Urk……!」
Kim Jong-un, possessing the body, let out a final cry and tilted.
With one ankle severed, he could no longer support this massive frame.
Hwaaaak!
Kim Jong-un buried himself into the ground paved with his own ‘dream cars.’
Kwaaaang!
As he crashed down spread-eagled, Benzes on the outskirts bounced into the air, their silver emblems glinting.
「Ah…….」
Amid the pain throbbing from his broken finger joints, Kim Jong-un painfully lifted one eyelid.
There, amid the ‘dreams’ he had summoned.
「Whoa!」
He saw a crimson trail flying in.
“Dieeee!”
A furious face filled his vision in an instant.
The moment Kim Jong-un locked eyes with the Joseon First Sword, the Childslayer plunged into his neck.
Kwaak!
「No!」
Startled, Kim Jong-il hurriedly switched head positions, but Yeong-woo yanked out the blade as if he’d been waiting.
“You follow your son.”
「You……!」
He couldn’t walk properly anymore, but the other arms could still move.
As Kim Jong-il bared his teeth and reached for Yeong-woo clinging to his chest, the Childslayer plunged vertically once more.
Kwaaak!
Piercing Kim Jong-il’s neck as well.
“Next.”
Yeong-woo pulled the blade out again and called to Kim Il-sung, trembling his lips from way down below.
Essentially a death sentence.
But the bastard just kept his eyes squeezed shut like before, showing no reaction.
“You’re not seriously playing dead…?”
Yeong-woo peeked out to check Kim Il-sung’s face on the side.
Then he dropped off the dictators’ colossal body and looked around.
To confirm if any ‘friends’ were still lingering in this world.
‘Looks like they all clocked out.’
Confirming Yeong-tae and Tae-jun had returned to the Returner’s Room, Yeong-woo looked to the sky.
“Earth, 482-182-3273-92. Requesting bombardment, General.”