Chapter 296
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 296
Chapter Title: Clean It Up.
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Hotel Leviathan.
The undisputed finest hotel in the world.
True to its reputation, Leviathan was renowned for always providing its guests with the utmost service.
But at this very moment...
The guests of Hotel Leviathan were facing demands so absurd they made the hotel's prestige ring hollow.
"What?"
"We're terribly sorry, but we must ask you to check out immediately."
...Even the worst hotels in the world rarely kicked out guests without warning, let alone the world's greatest.
These guests—politicians, tycoons, and players of renown—naturally didn't take it lying down.
"Hey, do you know who I am?!"
Lines like that were a dime a dozen.
Some cited the letter of the law point by point.
Others politely refused.
Some outright ignored the staff.
The hotel's guests rejected the eviction demands in every way imaginable.
But Leviathan's response was ice-cold.
Invoking special regulations, they forcibly evicted every last guest—using force where necessary.
In the end, not a single occupant remained. The hotel stood utterly empty.
But the general manager of the hotel...
Youin paid it no mind.
Instead, he poured every effort into preparing for the guest who would arrive next.
"You all know who our guest is today."
In the spotless lobby—not a speck of dust in sight—maids and warriors stood ready with stern expressions.
Youin addressed them sharply, as elite members of the Black Dragon Clan before they were Leviathan staff.
"I will tolerate no mistakes. No matter what happens, maintain Leviathan's dignity. Prepare yourselves."
They gave no reply.
True to their roles at Leviathan, they simply bowed in silent preparation.
Watching his clansmen, Youin felt a twinge of unease.
The Black Dragon Palace? Maybe.
But he never imagined a day would come when they'd prepare like this in a country ruled by the Sword Duke.
Still, there was no room for fear.
Calming his trembling heart like a true veteran of the martial world, Youin steeled himself.
To welcome their most honored guest.
And to confront their worst enemy.
And shortly after...
The guest they'd been waiting for finally arrived at Leviathan.
"Never thought I'd live to see something this ridiculous..."
A man who'd just been booted from his room slumped over his luggage, staring at Leviathan in disbelief.
This wasn't some third-rate dump.
Leviathan evicting guests by force? Unthinkable.
As a high-level player used to VIP treatment, Yoo Sung-un seethed with rage.
'Hmph. Whatever they're plotting, I'll stick around and find out!'
That's why he was planted in front of Leviathan, camera at the ready.
Something big was clearly brewing here.
He'd dig up the dirt and, if it was shady, tip off the press for an exposé.
Sure, he might get more than just chased off if caught—but he wasn't worried.
He was a level 88 duke-class player.
His unique skill, Void Concealment, was top-tier stealth that could fool even archduke-class players if he stayed still.
So he watched Leviathan with keen interest—until...
Pzzt.
'...What the?'
Space rippled like a heat haze.
And suddenly, as if rising from the earth, a group appeared before the hotel.
'Teleportation? And what are they wearing?'
Full suits of armor.
Swords at their waists.
Blue cloaks to top it off.
Some thirty people in uniform attire, save for one. Yoo Sung-un gaped.
It wasn't just the anachronistic outfits.
A group this size teleporting together? Absurd.
'Isn't mass teleportation like that only possible for the world's top spatial player, the Archduke of Transfer?'
'Not like they're all spatial players.'
'Wait... I've heard Yormungand has a clan that handles spatial movement...'
As he eyed them suspiciously, Yoo Sung-un flinched.
The thirty fully armed knights.
Their blue-haired leader in uniform suddenly whipped around to stare right at him.
"...!"
His Void Concealment should have made him invisible.
Yet her gaze pierced space itself, locking onto him dead-on.
He swallowed dryly without thinking.
"Princess? Is something wrong?"
"...No, it's nothing worth noting."
She tore her eyes away and led the knights into Leviathan.
Only then did he relax, cold sweat beading down his back.
Just eye contact.
But those lake-blue eyes had overwhelmed him utterly. Unbelievable.
But right after...
He froze again.
"Tata, there's something weird in front of the hotel. It's probably gonna get weirder."
"Just another guest. They'll be cleared out soon enough—ignore it."
"Got it. Rest in peace, then."
"...!"
A voice from behind. A blank-faced white-haired girl strolled past casually, trailed by her group.
Yoo Sung-un gulped again.
'What the hell are these guys?'
Flowing robes.
Emotionless faces.
An eerie, mystical aura.
Different from the knights, but no less unnerving. He scowled.
Their vibe was off, but that girl's fleeting glance especially grated.
Just a glance.
Yet it felt like she'd peered straight into his future. Unsettling.
But the group ignored him and entered the hotel.
His stealth pierced twice now, then dismissed like background noise. He ground his teeth.
"Hmph. Letting filth like this stink up Leviathan's entrance—the Black Dragon Clan's hospitality has gone to hell."
"Stink... you say?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it, there's a weird smell."
But Yoo Sung-un soon learned.
Being ignored...
Was his good fortune.
The slender green-haired woman in thin clothes didn't ignore him—she smirked and snapped her fingers.
Thud!
"...?!"
He hit the ground.
A sweet scent tickled his nose.
Then numbness spread, paralyzing his body.
'W-what? Paralysis poison?'
True to his high-level status, he assessed himself quickly—but bafflement won out.
'No way! Who the hell just poisons someone in broad daylight?!'
Sure, lurking hidden in public wasn't innocent either.
But people are lenient with themselves.
As he inwardly cursed the green-haired woman—his tongue too numb for more—a high-level player poisoned over a glance.
She brushed past lightly.
Like spraying a pesky bug, uncaring if it died.
'That crazy bitch...!'
Watching her group vanish into the hotel, he gnashed his teeth.
Luckily, just paralysis toxin.
With his physique, it'd wear off in minutes. No big deal.
But then...
His heart froze.
A figure halted abruptly.
"Eh, Princess? Why stop suddenly?"
Paralysis lingered.
In his periphery: a red-haired woman and her military-clad entourage.
All of them exuded menace, but these...
These were on another level.
Uniforms emblazoned with red dragons.
Brown skin etched with tattoos.
Heavy firearms, spears, blades everywhere.
Pure lethality at a glance.
Like facing a boss mid-dungeon...
No—even more chilling, electrifying dread gripped the high-level player.
Any second, those weapons might dice him.
"... "
"Ah, wait! Don't go off alone again!"
By some miracle...
Or maybe just nerves...
The redhead stared silently, then dismissed him as weak and passed by.
"And that's not a shortcut—that's the parking lot. Entrance is this way!"
...She veered sharply toward the hotel.
Yoo Sung-un, spared by a hair, nearly wept with relief.
He actually did.
Wham!
'Gahk!'
"Hm? Felt like I stepped on something."
"Forty percent chance it's your imagination."
"And the other sixty?"
"The chance you actually stepped on someone and played dumb."
"Aw, Kana. I'd never be that mean."
Fur garments.
A massive bow on her back.
Curved daggers at her waist.
A group dressed like steppe riders.
Their silver-haired leader chatted with a silver-armed maid—while grinding Yoo Sung-un underfoot.
Crunch, crack!
Like popping bubble wrap for fun.
As she giggled and pressed harder, bones snapped audibly.
Finally, her foot rose to his neck.
Locking eyes with her sadistic smile, he sensed his end—and soiled himself.
"Princess, making a corpse means cleanup time."
"Do I care?"
"It'll delay meeting your brother."
"Oh, then yeah. Can't waste time on this when I need to see him."
A touch regretful.
She lifted her foot from his throat.
And sauntered into the hotel innocently.
No joke, no exaggeration.
Death's door narrowly avoided—Yoo Sung-un sobbed in his mess.
"Leaving trash like this in my path? The Black Dragon Clan has no manners."
Voice alone now dropped his heart.
He rolled his eyes desperately.
And gawked at the group overlooking him.
'C-cowboys?'
Wide-brimmed hats, holstered pistols, leather vests, boots.
Straight out of an old Western.
Thirty gunslingers, like abolitionist fighters.
Their blonde leader...
Yoo Sung-un forgot to breathe.
He'd seen beauties today.
But hers was transcendent.
Molten-gold hair.
Arrogant, regal eyes.
Lush curves over a gem-encrusted dress.
Flawless—Venus incarnate.
She ignored his dazed stare.
Utterly accustomed.
She met it haughtily and spoke.
"Elise, clean it up."
"Yes, My Princess."
A tall cowgirl responded.
Winchester rifles crossed on her back, whip at her hip. She tipped her hat crisply.
She stomped lightly.
Whoosh!
Yoo Sung-un vanished.
Even dust and roadside trees.
Everything swept clean like a broom.
The ground gleamed like glass.
Only then did the blonde deem it worthy and stride forward.
Her jaunty cowboys followed into the hotel.
Piled atop neatly severed tree stumps, discarded like trash, Yoo Sung-un vowed.
Never approach Leviathan again.
But he never knew.
From the penthouse atop Leviathan, a girl had watched it all.
"Blue Dragon Unit, Divine Dragon Unit, Poison Dragon Unit, Flame Dragon Unit, Light Dragon Unit... and even the Imperial Dragon Unit. All prepared impeccably."
Amazed mutter.
The black-haired girl spoke lowly.
"Is the Dark Dragon Unit ready?"
"Yes, all standing by."
"Then I should prepare too."
Li Chingwei asked her suited female attendant, Wei Ling.
"Wei Ling, could you help me dress?"
"...Of course."
Shock flickered—then instant bow.
Swish.
Under her care, Li Chingwei shed her usual Eastern dress.
She donned the prepared garb.
Black silk over pale skin.
Thigh garters with hidden blades and vials on half-exposed legs.
Sky-silk armor, drug-treated mesh over her breasts; a coiling chain-whip belt cinched her waist.
Soon...
Ornate for combat attire.
Too austere for palace robes.
Ancient yet seductive, decadent even.
Her ebony hair bound in a single ponytail, Li Chingwei spoke coldly.
"Alright. Shall we go tell some lies?"