Chapter 205
Chapter 205
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 205
Chapter Title: The Cultists' God - 6
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I'm not the only thing I grabbed from that U.S. military bunker.
I also snagged a military-grade test drone.
Being military-issue, it boasted dimensions and performance leagues beyond civilian models.
Even better, it could mount weapons.
Not some ordinary fire extinguisher, either—it was a smart bomb.
Just designate a target, and the drone would find its way there on its own before dropping the payload.
It didn't pack devastating power since it was drone-sized, but it would be plenty to crush An Geun-seok.
And if it took out the Designer too, all the better.
"He'd love it exploding right over his head."
The other monsters could wait until after I'd smashed those two.
The problem was the drone's noise—it was pretty damn loud.
It had noise suppression, but being military-grade meant it was big and heavy.
Reports said it made a thunderous roar, and a sharp guy like An Geun-seok would clock it immediately.
"Gonna need a diversion."
I called over Su-yeon and Yeo-ul-i.
"Yeo-ul-i, you're handling chit-chat with An Geun-seok. See that dimension gate? When you hear his voice, scribble something appropriate on a note and toss it over."
Yeo-ul-i bolted to the gate at my words and pressed her ear against it.
"They can't hear us from this side, right?"
"Nothing. Monsters are swarming outside, so absolutely do not stick your hand in. Just fold notes and chuck 'em."
"Gonna need to see your handwriting first, mister."
She unfolded a note I'd been about to toss.
"Pretty average. But I don't know much about intel stuff."
"Su-yeon can help with that from the side. You're just stalling, so bluff through anything you're unsure about. And log what An Geun-seok says."
"Got it."
The plan: While An Geun-seok kept Su-yeon and Yeo-ul-i busy, I'd drop a bomb on him with the drone.
That meant masking the drone's roar too.
I handed Su-yeon a few grenades.
"When I signal via auction house, toss 'em one by one with time in between. To drown out the drone noise—do not dump them all at once."
"I can handle it. I've thrown plenty."
Su-yeon grabbed my hand and nodded eagerly.
Her combat skills lagged behind the team, but she always stayed cool under pressure.
She's my crew—I could trust her.
"Anyway, thanks."
By now, shelter folks had gathered at the dimension gate to spectate.
You couldn't pay to see monsters clustered like that outside.
Talk about a spectacle.
Humans and monsters facing off across a dimension gate, just waiting.
They probably wanted me to lose patience and come out—but fat chance.
The one meeting you isn't me. It's a smart bomb.
"Ji-man. Grab those Dingo pups. Shoo the horned birds too."
Two horned birds plus Dingo pups made it look like a damn petting zoo.
If griffon chicks hatched now, it'd be chaos.
I crossed to Mi-kyung and the Korean shelter to prep the ambush.
Yoo-hyun-i's paper planes had already scouted it plenty.
Key was landing the killing blow myself.
Drone drops meant no points for me—the drone got credit.
I wanted to smash An Geun-seok personally, no exceptions.
So I needed to pre-pick a sniper spot and lie in wait.
"Mi-kyung, here."
I pointed to a spot on the map, and Mi-kyung Blink'd us there repeatedly.
We zipped from Korean shelter right near the Redneck zone.
"Down low."
Hiding behind the railing, I spotted An Geun-seok yawning and crossing his legs, bored.
No way he suspected I'd come outside.
Mi-kyung stroked my arm.
"Oppa, but killing that guy here makes you a murderer."
"Reset wipes one kill fine. And he's no human anyway."
"Not... human?"
"Ghoul-like. Just wearing a human skin."
"Eek."
Honestly, no certainty.
But from cases I'd seen, odds were low he was human.
Worst case, murder stack piles up—pardon token covers it.
I whispered in Mi-kyung's ear.
"Even if the drone bombs him, he won't die clean. Then..."
"I circle around, check, and mark his position for you."
"Right."
Mi-kyung was getting sharp.
This fight hinged on teamwork, so we'd watch the auction house.
I messaged Yoo-hyun-i.
—Yoo-hyun, launch the drone. High altitude, stay stealthy. Everyone, heads up. No plain-text comments saying it's urgent.
No way he'd crack codes.
Moments later, drone and paper plane launched from Korean shelter.
Drone hung back; plane circled An Geun-seok before vanishing.
Still, he poked the gate leisurely.
Cornered me, huh?
Sorry, you're the cornered one.
—Su-yeon, grenades ready? Yeo-ul-i holding?"
—This guy's so slimy. Says he'd give anything to you.
—Tell him he wants your boss's life.
—Dimension gate sturdy?"
—Not the gate, the barrier. Ogre fist cracked it last time.
—I'm out.
Prep went smooth anyway.
My signal, and the massive drone buzzed overhead.
Grenade popped from gate, exploded—but Shield Sniffer tanked most.
I saw An Geun-seok and Designer smirk.
—Su-yeon, one more before explosions fade.
Another grenade; An Geun-seok booted it skyward.
Boom!
It burst mid-air, shrapnel flying everywhere.
I signaled.
—Yoo-hyun, now!
Drone dropped the smart bomb.
Dead on An Geun-seok.
Senses sharp, he looked up—but too late, bomb overhead.
His mouth gaped.
Kaboom!
Shook like an earthquake.
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An Geun-seok was pleased.
Sung-ho's notes reeked of desperation.
His hunch nailed: Block the gate, no escape.
"Please leave" notes kept coming; he responded leisurely.
"Monsters won't vanish unless you surrender. We'll leave soon enough."
—I just won't leave either?
"How long you gonna hole up? Sure, you can move inside, but that's not the point."
—So what do you want?
"Told you how many times... Your body. No more cooperation. You'll be mine."
—Gross, coming from a guy.
Yeo-ul-i's notes matched Sung-ho's style perfectly.
An Geun-seok grinned, clueless.
"Haha... Ghoul feels great. Skin tightens, endurance skyrockets. Agility dips a bit, but you can handle. Come out."
—No way.
"We'll see how long."
He nodded to Designer Song Hyun-su.
Sniffers and trolls emerged, sealing the gate tight.
Sung-ho emerging meant killing twenty monsters instantly.
Impossible.
Then something tumbled out: grenade.
An Geun-seok smirked; Shield Sniffer smothered it.
Blast rocked around.
"Tsk tsk... Grenade for an opening? Won't work."
Vibes died; another rolled out.
He kicked it airborne—boom.
"Pointless..."
Something off.
Why waste grenades Sung-ho couldn't replace?
Then, eerie hum—like a swarm of bees, something dropping.
Skyward glance: something falling.
Right overhead!
"Wha—"
Mouth open, smart bomb hit 2m above ground.
Thud.
An Geun-seok and Song Hyun-su blasted away.
Shockwave scattered monsters and dust; air swept clean.
Blast echoed.
Dust settled: wreckage.
Song Hyun-su headless, instant death—but light-wrapped, gone.
An Geun-seok too.
He rose near a building.
"Fucker."
Never dreamed bomb from sky.
Gate wasn't the only one.
He ground teeth.
"Daring pranks on me... I'll kill you. Rip you apart!"
Rage hit vertigo.
Revival aftereffect—no cure.
Leaning on wall, ominous sound behind.
Tried vanishing to Great Labyrinth—but projectile too fast.
"Shit!"
Crash!
Anti-tank missile engulfed wall and him.
Body shredded beyond recognition.
Light faded from lone eye.
Dust leaked from slack jaw-muscle.
"Bye."
Sung-ho pulled sniper trigger; hole through head.
His surroundings warped weirdly.
"Oppa, what's that?"
"...No idea."
Ground around An Geun-seok turned grotesque muscle, tentacles sprouting.
They wrapped his ragdoll body, dragged underground.
Bang! Bang!
Sung-ho fired, no effect.
Body gone; writhing muscle vanished.
"..."
Sung-ho glared at crumbled wall.
"Definitely killed him."
Treated as ghoul: hefty points and EXP bumped level to 41.
Best: his skill acquired.
Ability Analysis
Check target's abilities. Works on monsters too. Costs 100 points.
Survival Life had no such thing.
Monster levels, stats, skills—you guessed from experience, no status views.
If accurate, An Geun-seok peeked Sung-ho's status.
Not much to learn, though.
Sung-ho grabbed Mi-kyung's shoulder, stared straight.
She blushed, pouted lips.
"I'm not ready yet... but if it's oppa..."
But against wishes, he just read her status.
"Where'd all your points go?"
Mi-kyung jumped.
"H-how'd you know?"
"Status view skill just came in."
"M-my... status?"
"Weird, right? Didn't know this existed."
Mi-kyung pouted.
"You always summon me. Can't help it. 100 points every dimension gate."
True.
First gate entry costs toll.
Sung-ho summons = Mi-kyung pays 100 each time.
"Hit up Ji-man later."
Point rich, he'd share freely.
Sung-ho brushed off; Mi-kyung giggled, hugged arm.
"Fine by me. Helped oppa."
Unlike smiling Mi-kyung, Sung-ho couldn't.
An Geun-seok's end felt off.
Those mystery tentacles and tissue—what?
'Saw similar in Great Labyrinth floor 7.'
Maybe dragged by deepest boss.
God-worshipped? Taking a minion's no issue.
But then why not drag him too?
'Maybe needs conditions to project power groundside...'
Or totem he found does it.
Nothing says totem has one function.
Sung-ho pocketed item, stood.
An Geun-seok dead, but unfinished.
Track Designer, yank totem—plenty left.
Above all, clean summoned monsters.
Inside zone, brainwashed Rednecks fled monsters post-deprogramming.
Tight space, many summons—high casualties.
Sung-ho opened first gate.
Team filed out armed.
"Explanations later. Clean-up first."
All nodded resolute.
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Redneck zone cleaned spotless.
Sung-ho led team hunting, feeding EXP and skills.
Forest fights honed them—battle lust high, moves swift.
Hard to believe these were the old rookies; Sung-ho marveled.
Done, no Designer traces.
Rednecks confused.
No guilt on them, no duty to feed from Sung-ho.
They formed own group, split; Sung-ho met James and daughter at Korean shelter.
"Thanks! Truly!"
Huge white guy bear-hugged Sung-ho gratefully.
Sung-ho peeled off, asked.
"Ringleaders dead. Plans now?"
"Dunno... President Jang says we can stay awhile. Can't go back Texas now."
Paige rolled eyes.
"I'm not going. Nothing but talk and cows."
Monsters where people are.
No people, no monsters.
Normal apocalypse? Ration, scrape by.
Here? Nah—fight, level, gear or die.
Jang Won-taek said.
"Heard plans for Texas cattle..."
"Bringing all. Other animals too."
Paige swept arm wide.
"Ranch full of 'em! All fled now."
"Just find 'em."
James eyed Sung-ho's confidence.
"Border collie? Hard corralling loose herd."
"Uh... no sheepdog, but got others."
Ji-man and Dingo combo? Cattle herding cake.
Paige sparkled.
"Show that wolf again? Huge one!"
So innocent, still young.
Sung-ho told them.
"Rest today, Texas tomorrow."
"Got it."
While Sung-ho's crew hit Great Labyrinth.
Da-jeong's vets flew far, reached Luat Kingdom.
Ruins amid dense jungle: ominous.
Seok-hyun dismounted griffon, stretched—felt jungle stares.
Not one or two.
Chest out confident, dropped pants.
All out? Your turn.
Rustle—
Stares gone.
Seok-hyun thumbed nose.
"Shy bunch."
"Why's shame always others'?"
Da-jeong dragged half-dead swordbug off griffon.
Stag beetle shoved brush, scratched ground pic.
Kin here.
The Cultists' God - 6 End