Chapter 122
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: How to Make the Game Fun
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KA-BOOM!
While Rimon was dashing through the affiliates, uniting Ryu Gangcheol and the Black Dragon Clan in a shared bond of terror toward him.
Leviathan was shaking.
It was because of the frenzied battle—or lack thereof—between the rampaging blonde woman, Yujin, and the Silent Dragon Squad.
"Ahahahahaha!"
A lighthearted laugh echoed out.
What she swung was a hefty guitar.
An instrument that should have shattered on its own, unfit even as a mere bludgeon.
Yet the result it produced was shocking.
KA-BOOM!
The marble floor exploded like a bomb, reinforced concrete pillars snapped like rotten old trees, and the mere shockwave sent all sorts of objects flying.
It was a storm in human form.
A calamity that destroyed and hurled away everything it touched.
Whoosh...
Yet even as they faced this Yujin, the 32 members of the Silent Dragon Squad showed not the slightest agitation.
They retreated when she approached.
They scattered when she rampaged.
They circled when she paused.
With eerie movements, they meticulously maintained their distance from Yujin, avoiding direct clashes while coldly fixating on her with their eyes.
"Tag? I'm it? OK! Then I'll catch you!"
One might expect frustration from chasing the ghostly Silent Dragon Squad unilaterally.
But instead, she seemed to find it fun.
Giggling, Yujin readjusted her grip on the guitar.
And instead of swinging from the side, she used the back—like hitting a golf ball—to smack a head-sized chunk of marble rolling on the floor.
KABOOM!!
The marble chunk, struck by her guitar with monstrous strength capable of shattering pillars in one blow, exploded on impact.
Its countless fragments flew toward the Silent Dragon Squad like claymores, smashing everything in their path.
An attack that could wipe out dozens of average Players in an instant.
But they were the Silent Dragon Squad.
Shwick-shwick-shwick!
They slashed the fragments with their swords.
Snatched them barehanded.
Deflected them with sweeps of their sleeves.
Every member handled the assault without a single scratch.
It was a flawless response possible only for them—the elite force of the Black Dragon Clan, each a grandmaster-level expert.
"Nice block! One more!"
Bam, bam-bam-bam!
The problem came after.
Seizing the moment the Silent Dragon Squad hesitated while blocking the fragments, Yujin swung her guitar repeatedly, smashing and launching all sorts of objects.
Marble chunks, concrete debris, statues, decorations—anything that looked even remotely heavy and solid.
She bashed it all with her guitar and sent it flying.
It was like a machine gun barrage...
No—its sheer power exceeded that.
To fend off the storm of fragments, the Silent Dragon Squad had to keep their hands and feet in constant motion without respite.
That was when the opening appeared.
"A gap!"
Flash!
The instant a Silent Dragon Squad member staggered, his shoulder grazed by an unblocked fragment.
Yujin charged straight at him.
The targeted squad member belatedly tried to retreat and widen the distance, but by then, Yujin was already raising her guitar high before him.
KA-RUMBLE!
The guitar, swung up to head height, came crashing down like an axe, carving a massive crater into the floor.
The sheer force was spine-chilling.
Even judged by level 90+ grandmaster Players, it was an inhuman strike born of freakish strength—one that would shatter even an iron-bodied superhuman in a single hit.
Whoosh...
"Huh? Where'd he go?"
But when Yujin lifted her guitar from the strike.
There were no human remains beneath it.
Only black mist lingered in the air before dissipating.
And toward Yujin, who blinked wide-eyed at the unexpected sight, the Silent Dragon Squad swarmed like a hive of bees.
Pheew!
The first to fly in was a disc.
Two chakrams, brimming with edge energy that could slice anything, zigzagged like living creatures in pursuit of Yujin.
She swung her guitar to deflect them, but it was a mistake.
The gap created by batting away the chakrams was pierced by palm winds and finger blasts slicing through the air.
POOM!
Refined through the Seventy-Two Martial Flows via psychokinesis, the high-density psionics burst from palms and fingers, punching straight through Yujin's abdomen and battering her innards.
A grievous wound that would incapacitate not just ordinary people, but even decent high-level Players.
SPLURCH!
But the Silent Dragon Squad didn't stop.
A sword ghosting up from the floor pierced her sole, the returning chakrams sliced her arm meridians, and a massive demon-slaying blade half-severed her neck.
Psionics seeping from a fist to her back ignited spontaneous combustion, boiling her blood, while a venom needle burrowing into her chest stiffened her heart muscle.
It was less an attack and more a slaughter.
Not content with merely taking lives, it seemed intent on dismembering bones and stripping flesh.
KA-RUMBLE!
But the next instant.
Amid a deafening roar, it was the Silent Dragon Squad members who flew in every direction.
"Whoa... that tingles."
Her neck half-sliced off.
Her abdomen spilling guts.
Her blood steaming with heat.
Her limbs twisted at grotesque angles.
Her state was horrific beyond words.
Far from intact, it was incomprehensible how she was even alive—she should have died five or six times over.
Yet even in that condition, Yujin—who had slammed the floor to blast away the Silent Dragon Squad swarming her—charged at them, swinging her guitar.
Bam, KA-BOOM!
There was no finesse in her movements.
Only crude, beastly motions honed from countless times smashing skulls and pulverizing flesh.
But Yujin's overwhelming strength and speed allowed her to press even the Silent Dragon Squad, like a lion mauling battle-hardened gladiators.
As the wildly rampaging Yujin battered one squad member.
And just as she was about to smash the head of another whose arm had broken blocking her.
Whoosh...
"What the...?!"
BOOM!!!
Black mist enveloped the Silent Dragon Squad member.
And from within, a wrinkled hand shot out, slamming into Yujin's solar plexus.
Such immense force in that single blow sent her hurtling across the entire lobby, crashing into the opposite wall.
She staggered to her feet.
Then cracked her broken neck back into place with a crunch and puffed her cheeks.
"Old man, that's straight-up cheating."
"You flatter me."
"...I wasn't complimenting you? I was being sarcastic."
"For our Black Dragon Clan, being told we cheat well is a compliment."
"Seven Dragon Society lives up to the name—a bunch of crazies."
The old man emerged from the black mist.
Yujin shook her head at Youin, as if confirming the Seven Dragon Society operated beyond common sense.
But then her eyes lit up at the mist swirling around him.
"But seriously, what's the trick with that?"
"The fruits of diligent training in the Seventy-Two Martial Flows, created by our great progenitor."
"Psionics can even do that? Wild."
"If we're talking wonders, you're the real marvel, miss."
Hearing Yujin's admiring words, Youin unwittingly made a dumbfounded face.
Whether by wonder or enigma.
In either case, Yujin outdid even his Black Heaven Dark Soul Style.
"Miss, why exactly won't you die?"
Not only had they landed instant-kill blows.
They'd butchered her body countless times already.
Yet she took no lasting damage—in the time it took to exchange a few words, even her recent wounds had healed perfectly. Youin clicked his tongue.
Yujin waggled her finger side to side at him.
"Old man, it's rude to pry into a lady's secrets."
"So it is a Unique Skill."
"Huh? Who told you?"
Yujin blinked in surprise.
Youin replied calmly.
"No need to hear it from anyone. A common skill wouldn't need hiding as a secret."
Of course, the core basis for his deduction was Yujin's freakish abilities.
Strength, speed, regeneration, durability.
China might have secrets, but no high-level Player could match Yujin's reality-defying extremes across the board.
Not unless they possessed a Unique Skill—the stuff of miracles.
"And it's fairly well-known there's a Unique Skill called Immortal Body."
"Do I look like the Undying Archduke to you?"
"Not quite. But just because there's one user of Immortal Body doesn't mean no similar Unique Skills exist."
Youin paused briefly.
Then, with sunken eyes fixed on Yujin, he added,
"Or perhaps an even superior Unique Skill above it."
"The only skills above Unique are Absolute Skills."
"Precisely. So your Unique Skill must have some drawback. Wouldn't you agree?"
"..."
Yujin suddenly fell silent.
Youin gave her a cold smile.
The Undying Archduke was famed as an immortal god, but even he couldn't withstand the collective assault of the Silent Dragon Squad—each member rivaling level 80 Players.
There were plenty of ways to subdue a sandbag.
All the more so when led by a master-level expert like Youin.
Yet Yujin had been trading blows evenly with them for dozens of minutes already.
Even a level 90+ grandmaster with an immortality-granting Unique Skill couldn't manage that.
Thus, two conclusions.
Her skill boasted cheat-like power nearing Absolute Skill territory.
But came with a fatal flaw.
Without such a weakness, she'd have hit level 100 long ago, joining the Ten Lords.
"I don't know what the flaw is, but... it doesn't matter."
Leviathan's general manager.
Before being a lone warrior, as the one commanding the Black Dragon Clans of various nations, Youin continued lowly.
"From now on, we'll dig it up bit by bit until we find it."
Be it hours.
Days or months.
He'd play along until uncovering the hidden weakness in Yujin's Unique Skill.
And that moment would be when she—who'd rampaged freely trusting her immortality—met her end.
Youin spoke in a chilling voice.
"Hahahahaha!"
Yujin burst into laughter at him, as if it were the funniest thing.
She stuck out her thumb.
"Good job, old man! You're the best!"
"Hm? Did my words sound like a joke?"
"I know you're serious. That's why you're the best!"
Her face beamed with joy, unbecoming of someone just threatened with death.
She said brightly,
"Games are only fun when lives are on the line, right?"
Win or lose, live or die.
The act of fighting with everything at stake was thrilling in itself.
Seeing her face radiate pure sincerity, Youin understood.
She was ultimately a specter of the Liberation Brigade.
Even among that cabal of lunatic criminals, one of the maddest maniacs.
"Very well. Then, as you wish, I'll grant you the most agonizing death."
"Ah, that'd be a problem."
To Youin's gracious offer, Yujin made an awkward face, like a celebrity with a scheduling conflict.
And she cheerfully explained the reason she absolutely couldn't yield.
The reason she had to kill Youin, the Silent Dragon Squad, and every staff member and guest in Leviathan Hotel.
"See, after this job's done, I've got a performance tour planned with my partner."