Chapter 207
Chapter 207
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 207
Chapter Title: 47. Defense Expert (3)
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In the post-Reset world where monsters rained down from the sky every day and merchants from all corners of the universe flocked in to do business.
Even the First Swords, who had adapted to this world relatively quickly, couldn't help but be startled.
Splash! Boom!
By a colossal anchor that suddenly plummeted from the heavens.
“Argh...!”
“No way, an anchor?”
“What the hell is going on?”
Seoul's First Swords reflexively drew their swords, but none dared point their blades at the anchor.
It was because the word “Dogo” that Jung Young-woo had just shouted conveyed so much meaning.
Dogo. A pan-universal war weapon brand and a publicly traded company with countless shareholders.
A defense contractor with Destruction King Dogo, master of the Hundred Thousand Sword Mountain, as its chairman.
The transcendent language Young-woo shouted contained the scene of his first encounter with Dogo's shareholders and the atmosphere back then, shocking some First Swords so badly they staggered.
“You... what the hell have you done...?”
Songpa First Sword Oh Yeon-hee stared at Young-woo, hand over her mouth.
No matter how bizarrely the world had changed, direct contact with “aliens” as a mere human felt far too dangerous.
On the other hand, Gwanak First Sword Jo Sang-ik, who had glimpsed Young-woo's extraordinary nature early on, reacted quite differently.
“My... my God, Mr. Young-woo, you were a pioneer.”
Having learned of Young-woo's astonishing history, he was even more enraptured.
Just as early birds who made first contact with the alien exchange on Reset Day received bonuses, the same applied here.
In this world, you had to overcome fear faster than others and embark on adventures to push ahead.
In other words, Jung Young-woo was an “early bird” even among the First Swords.
Of course, Young-woo himself couldn't care less about what the First Swords thought.
Right now, the only thing that mattered to him was.
“Chairman...!”
Welcoming the chairman, who had likely brought the weapon codex.
Chomp, chomp!
As Young-woo dashed toward the anchor while carried by Popu Tenta, Iron Horse Negig followed behind with a long howl.
-Kweeeee!
Then, along the black trail it left, Dogo's wedge emblem appeared in a row.
This was a ceremonial function for their company chairman.
And at the same time.
Zzzzt!
One quest stuck in the corner of Young-woo's vision began to blink.
[Dogo] “Will of the Dead”
<Mission> Assassinate Kim Jong-un.
<Reward> Dogo special equipment
<Special> You must disclose Dogo's support in this mission.
“Huh...?”
Young-woo blinked in surprise, then his eyes filled with anticipation.
He had already completed the mission written in that quest.
And coinciding perfectly with the chairman's arrival, the quest text reacted.
‘The chairman brought the reward himself!’
The moment Young-woo thought that, “Will of the Dead” was indeed marked as complete.
Ping!
[Quest Complete - “Will of the Dead”]
[Reward Issued]
|Dogo special equipment
“Aah, Chairmaaan!”
As Young-woo spread his arms wide toward the sky, a massive iron hunk slowly descended from beyond the clouds right on cue.
Chairman Dogo's tombstone-shaped ship.
“...Huh?”
“What the...”
“......?”
The First Swords, seeing the high-rise apartment-sized iron slab appear over Gangnam, involuntarily trembled their sword tips and stepped back.
The overwhelming pressure it exuded made even the Vajra Yaksha from moments ago seem like child's play.
The Kim family trio were just notorious scum on this planet; in the universe, they were mere cannon fodder.
Whereas the being now present was the founder of a pan-universal defense contractor.
So it was only natural that its majesty far surpassed a single planet's mutant.
Rumble...
As the endlessly towering iron tombstone continued lowering its altitude, the massive chain linking the anchor and tombstone coiled with a deafening racket.
And finally.
“Hey, is that a person...?”
“What?”
“Look over there!”
The First Swords spotted something atop the tombstone and widened their eyes.
A giant knight clad head to toe in armor stood ramrod straight there.
He looked just like a comic book character, propping himself with a greatsword stabbed into the ground as he gazed below—leaving everyone gaping in stunned silence for a while.
Thanks to that.
“Chairman! I'm over here!”
Young-woo's position, the only one shouting loudly, stood out clearly.
—Jung Young-woo07.
The chairman glanced toward Young-woo, then leaped off the tombstone top without a moment's hesitation.
Thud!
“Whoa?”
“Eek!”
“B-Be careful!”
The First Swords gasped at the chairman's freefall.
They could tell he wasn't ordinary, but from their perspective, it was a high-altitude drop that sent chills down their spines just watching.
And moreover.
“Huh...?”
“It's... way bigger than it looked?”
His body, which had seemed tiny from atop the tombstone, began expanding at rapid speed as it neared the ground.
Whoosh!
Chairman Dogo finally plummeted right above Young-woo's head.
Fully embracing Earth's gravity and descending at high speed, he came to a gentle stop about three meters from the ground.
Shoo!
“Chairman! I've been eagerly awaiting our reunion.”
As Young-woo bowed his head from atop Popu Tenta, the chairman shifted his helmet's gaze to Popu, then to Young-woo's right arm, still recovering.
—You seem to be doing well.
He was still clad in the same armor as before.
A fully enclosed helmet and battered full-body plate armor.
But one difference.
‘A cape...?’
This time, a cape made of some metal draped over the chairman's back and shoulders.
Unlike the armor scarred by battle, this cape was strangely pristine, so Young-woo couldn't help but ask.
“Were you perhaps... coming back from somewhere?”
He wondered if it related to the weapon codex the chairman had personally sought for the contract.
But the response was utterly unexpected.
—I was summoned by the Committee.
“The Committee...?”
—They wanted to reexamine the contract process regarding the transfer of the Mythic Weapon. It's true that 'Myth' disrupted Earth's natural order.
“......”
Compared to the chairman, Young-woo was still too insignificant to grasp even half of what he'd just heard.
‘So... the Committee raised an issue with the Mythic Weapon transfer, dragging him somewhere?’
In other words, because he'd dared bring a Mythic Weapon to Earth, still mid-Reset process, the Committee had chewed him out.
“Chairman, are you alright? What happens now?”
As Young-woo rolled his eyes to check if the chairman's limbs were intact, a heavy voice emanated from inside the Dogo chairman's helmet.
—The committee member who raised the issue has perished, so the problem is resolved.
“Yes?”
As he said this while sheathing his greatsword at his waist, Young-woo couldn't help but think.
‘No way, the Committee folks aren't pushovers either, but he straight-up killed... no, killed one?’
It was like a businessman summoned to a hearing beating up the congressman questioning him.
“Ch-Chairman... are you really okay? A committee that summons you must be big shots, right?”
When Young-woo dared voice concern over the chairman's judgment, Dogo nodded once and stated clearly.
—The problem is resolved.
“Ah... since the source of the problem is gone, you're right. I was short-sighted.”
Young-woo bowed again.
While muttering inwardly, *that crazy Destruction King bastard*.
“Chairman, so the Mythic Weapon is still mine? I was supposed to pay acquisition tax by tomorrow.”
If he had to return it, the tax should be canceled too.
Instead of a direct answer, Dogo chairman veered off-topic.
—Are you afraid? Of becoming the owner of a Myth.
It looked like even he wasn't entirely sure, so he was bullshitting.
“No, Chairman, that's... not it.”
This was the moment the bonehead certified by the Achievement System, Jung Young-woo, bent his stubbornness for the first time in history.
Who would negotiate with someone who swings a sword the moment the Committee officially summons him?
“Anyway, the reason you came to Earth today...”
Young-woo subtly lowered his head, staring at the chairman's empty hands.
Dogo chuckled lowly, as if he knew everything.
—The contract will be fulfilled.
(Special Clause) [Expensive Sweat Drop]
—Dogo will procure one codex of your chosen type within two days.
—If the deadline is missed, headquarters pays 100 million karma as penalty.
The weapon codex Young-woo had demanded as special clause condition.
He was saying he'd brought it within two days as promised.
“Oh, really?”
As Young-woo looked around like a kid hunting for Christmas presents, the chairman raised his head to the sky.
Then.
Piiiing!
A blue beam shot down from the sky's edge, dropping a hologram book right in front of Young-woo.
“Aah... this is it.”
The weapon codex he'd waited so long for.
Young-woo instinctively reached out, but first glanced at the chairman.
—......
The chairman gave a slight nod permitting contact, and Young-woo placed his hand on the weapon codex.
Pop.
‘Already my third codex.’
Accessories, armor, and now weapons.
Young-woo could no longer even gauge how strong he'd become.
「‘Weapon Codex’ added to Jung Young-woo07's data.」
Soon, the acquisition message appeared, followed by an unusual special notification.
「Myth item detected in codex registry.」
「Myth Codex additionally unlocked.」