Chapter 204
Chapter 204
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 204
Chapter Title: The Cultists' God - 5
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Terence M. Road.
He looked exactly like the stereotype I had of American white guys.
A big build, muscular frame, and a crookedly worn hat that screamed his identity.
Unlike me, covered head to toe in bulletproof gear, he wore a t-shirt that made his muscles pop sharply.
I get you're proud of those gains, but isn't that risky in the apocalypse?
Ignoring my worries, he clomped straight toward Paige.
The freckled girl shrank back.
"Honey, what are you doing here? Everyone's waiting."
"...I don't wanna go."
"You can't act like that in community life. Sometimes you gotta do shit you hate."
No way that's code for an orgy, right?
Paige clamped her legs shut and glared at him hysterically.
"No! I said no! I don't want other creepy old guys touching me!"
"Paige, you're way too worked up... Makes you look even sexier. Whaddya think?"
As Terence closed in, she shook her head.
"Not feeling it right now."
"What's the big deal? No one's around... Means no one's stopping me. Not even shotgun-toting James."
She ground her teeth at his sleazy drawl.
"Dad should've blown your head off back then."
"Heh heh. I'd have pulled through. Priest Ahn would've saved my ass."
"That guy's a total con man."
Terence sighed at her jab.
"Prophets always catch flak like that. But he came to help us... And fact is, no one's died in our community since."
"That's not some divine power—it's revival scrolls. I know. People in Korea come back sometimes too."
"Don't buy into that bullshit, Paige."
"Even that woman. You said she was a ghoul, not a real girl? How do you even fuck a ghoul?"
Terence's muscles visibly tensed.
"You... where'd you hear that?"
"First it's 'honey,' then 'Paige,' now 'you'? Eat shit, moron."
"Whoops. Wasn't what I meant."
One thing was clear from their chat so far.
Terence was a hopeless meathead.
Brainwashed to hell by Ahn Geun-seok, no room left for his own thoughts.
He grabbed her knees, forcing them apart.
I hastily scribbled on a scrap of paper and flashed it at her.
NEED HELP?
Paige flicked her eyes my way, then gave the tiniest nod.
I motioned for her to pretend to hug him and frisk his pockets.
Revival scroll in there? Jackpot.
She let out a sniffle, and Terence grinned like an idiot.
"Yeah, sometimes you just gotta let go and roll with it."
Terence yanked down his pants in a frenzy, thrusting forward.
She took the kiss while digging in his pocket, fishing out the scroll.
Now.
I blew a prepped paralysis dart at him.
Incredibly, Terence tanked it.
Then he slowly turned my way.
"Been feeling weird for a bit... Little rat was hiding out."
No time to gawk at this freak.
I ditched the cloak and ripped open a dimension gate before he could twitch.
"Dingo! Bite!"
The Silver Wolf's upper body exploded out, latching onto Terence's leg.
"Grrraaagh!"
Pain or not, he wouldn't let Paige go.
"Pull!"
Grrr!
Paige's eyes bugged out at the late reveal of Dingo.
A monster wolf bursting from a blue portal? Yeah, panic city.
Dingo hauled ass, dragging Terence's bulk across the floor.
I wound up a soccer kick to his face—but he snagged my ankle.
"Heh heh... Ability lockdown's just for you, dummy."
He cranked the pressure, white-hot pain lancing through me.
This prick's immune to the battlefield effects!
Dingo roared and chomped harder, but he just gripped tighter.
"Pain stokes my battle lust! Ha ha, bet you didn't see that coming!"
Way too on-the-nose villain dialogue.
I shoved my hand through the gate and snapped.
A bolt rocketed out the blue rift, skewering his side.
"Gaaaah!"
Pain resist or not, no surviving that.
He let go on reflex. I groped the gate floor and snagged the shotgun.
Barrel swung his way—he just smirked.
"Die and I respawn! Priest Ahn hooked me up!"
"Without this?"
Paige waved the scroll; his face went ashen.
"No!"
Bang!
Muzzle flash—his shoulder and head snapped back, blood spraying.
Paige zipped it through the gore, no scream.
Tough mentality for a cowgirl.
I hauled her onto Dingo's back.
"Clamp on tight. Dingo! Go!"
Five hundred meters to Shangsin and James.
Once there, battlefield chains lose effect.
Dingo—bull-sized but lean—smashed the door and bolted.
Paige, stone-silent at the shotgun kill, finally shrieked.
I double-tapped for good measure.
Points pinged in, but stats and skills unchanged.
Not tied to battle royale field.
Ahn Geun-seok's handiwork, probably.
"Priest Ahn? Keep the crap to a minimum."
I bolted opposite Dingo and Paige.
The redneck camp erupted in chaos.
Dingo bolted with Paige clinging to his back.
Gunshots cracked everywhere, but their peashooters barely scratched his hide.
Woof! Woof!
Blood flecked his silver fur, but he kept sprinting.
Rednecks blocked ahead; Dingo wall-ran straight to a rooftop.
Insane leap.
"Freakin' nuts...!"
Ignoring their freakouts, Dingo blasted out of camp.
Then sniffed his owner's buddy spot.
Sniff sniff—pork breath.
He'd deny it, but Dingo nailed the scent.
More like mouth funk, technically.
Paige hugged his thick neck tight.
"Sweet wolfie, where you taking me?"
Woof!
Sounded like "shut your trap."
Dingo's exact plan, too.
Shelter life had tuned him to human chit-chat.
"Okay, sorry."
Paige clammed up; Dingo sill-leaped to another roof.
James and Shangsin waited there.
"Paige! Baby girl!"
"Dad!"
Father-daughter reunion rolled as Shangsin scratched his nape, peeking down uneasily.
"Rednecks goin' apeshit?"
"Bounce outta here."
"On it."
Shangsin waved; concrete slabs floated up.
"Stay frosty."
"You?"
"Gotta mop up the trash."
His words barely out—rednecks vaulted the roof with wild acrobatics.
Shangsin flashed to Soye's old tricks.
Terrain mastery? Whatever.
"Freeze!"
Pipe guns trained, but Shangsin yawned chill.
Triggers squeezed—a faint barrier shimmered around him.
Bang! Bang!
Smoke puffed, barrier solid.
Four longknives burst from his empty pack.
James and Paige gawked at the blades' wild sky dance.
All eyes hooked, they fanned like ribs then speared dead-straight.
Rip rip rip rip—
Air shredded; clothes tore, blood misted.
Joints mangled, rednecks wailed and crumpled.
Knives flowed fish-smooth, or bullet-rained.
"Urk!"
Straggler climbed late—knives filleted him bloody.
As they toppled, Shangsin flicked; slabs caught their backs.
"Drop now, makes me the killer."
Not Sung-ho level, but Shangsin grokked the killer system.
Slept staring at it daily.
Telekinesis dropped—slabs and rednecks plunged.
"Aaaagh!"
Thuds faded; quiet reigned.
Shangsin slab-lifted himself and Dingo down safe.
To James:
"Beef later, yeah?"
James reeled from the bout.
Thought Sung-ho was the freak; this broke reality.
"Cows galore. But where's Mr. Kang?"
"He got it. We bail."
"Ain't he your buddy?"
"Buddy, sure—but I'm tier below... Nah, don't sweat. Solo he'll trash the joint."
Truth: full-throttle Sung-ho? Shangsin's dead weight.
Shangsin strongish, but vet fights? Nah.
"That badass..."
"Before bosses show."
Bosses: ghoul chick and Ahn Geun-seok.
Shangsin beckoned; four slabs whisked 'em off.
Cloak up, prowling camp—I spotted it.
Totem jutting in a storefront.
But not the kind I knew.
This repels monsters.
Yanked to uproot—dread crashed in.
Bad juju if I got closer.
"Bet that prick rigged it."
"Spot on."
Voice behind—I gate-jumped to shelter.
Ahn Geun-seok popped up, eyeing air weird.
"Your subspace, huh. Wanted the deets. Shame."
Shit got real.
Gate pinpointed—no clean exit.
Ahn Geun-seok floor-bulged a chair, plopped gate-side.
Gate savvy.
Fears surprise pop-outs.
I note-tossed him one.
Laugh after read.
"Me camping your door bugs ya. But you wrecked my pad—fair trade."
―Wait put. Got other biz.
"Fun inside? Gate stuck, I'll chill till you pop."
Slick.
Not basics—deep intel.
Coder; prob auction logs.
Tampering cakewalk.
Silence—he pinged.
"Cramped in there? Gabfest?"
―Nada.
Shelter crew eyed me mid-task, shrugged off.
Later spill assumed.
Sweet.
Ahn's voice pierced gate.
"Prime peep show earlier. Gift her to ya?"
―Ghoul trash? Pass.
"Pretty tho? Designer maxed looks. Triple-finaled. Poor guy slaved."
...Close call.
Ghoul face outshone Da-jeong, Soo-yeon, Soye.
Doll girls ain't my jam.
Want pep, spark.
Why Da-jeong flashing tho.
Too comfy...
Long quiet—Ahn upped.
"Seams bug? Gone. Loyal doll yours."
―You keep.
"Heh, called it. Not our breed—you'd never bite."
―Then why yap knowing?
"Stall."
Rednecks ringed gate now.
Ghoul girl too, plus new scrawny suit dude.
Skeleton yanked notebook, ripped pissy.
Air monster spawn.
TF?
Ahn chuckled low.
"Our designer. Approves love, revs hate. Summons beasts—like ya see. Sung-ho can't nuke the squad."
Why Hyun-woo missed monster lab.
Teleports, fusions, on-call summons.
That notebook beast? Shield sniffer!
No cap.
RPG or AT mine? Tanks it.
Total engulf might, but wipes surroundings.
Snagged.
Ahn blind to one thing.
Faked panic, note'd.
Ahn snickered, ducked shield sniffer.
"Ha ha ha... Panic suits ya, Sung-ho. Chill tho. No killin' you."
―Huh?
"You and Da-jeong spared. Need highbies."
Da-jeong why?
Seok-hyun high, Geom-in sneaky tall too.
―Spill goal, maybe team-up.
He and designer snorted.
"Don't lowball us—we know you ain't down."
Cocky.
Gate shut, second gate inbound.
Korea shelter dorm link.
"Yoo-hyun-ah, quick."
"Yup!"
Yoo-hyun's paper plane soared, recon redneck skies.
High stealth—silhouette faint.
"Gate sentry, eh?"
Oops—gates plural.
Your chow time.
The Cultists' God - 5 End