Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Too Many Crazy Guys - 3
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The survivors who had entered the deathmatch froze for a moment, staring at the two intruders.
They thought the pair had lost their minds.
And who could blame them? The deathmatch opponent was none other than Cheol-seong.
A murderer who had killed at least fifty people.
No one in Changwon dared defy him.
The four survivors hurriedly hid in a nearby office.
They were still far enough from the zombie wall that the sounds of fighting came through clearly.
"Hey, let's negotiate. There's no gain in us fighting here, right?"
"No gain? You die, and we get your skills and items. Huge win for us."
"Points and levels too."
"Right. Anyway, Cheol-seong, you have to die by our hands. You've killed plenty up to now—no regrets, yeah?"
It was astonishing.
Not only was the boss, Cheol-seong, attempting to negotiate, but these guys were rejecting it.
The survivors exchanged glances, confirming they hadn't misheard the conversation.
"D-did I hear that right?"
"The boss tried to negotiate, didn't he..."
"Boss my ass. The guy's trying to kill us—what boss? He's a bastard."
"Shh, quiet down. Let's listen."
"Heh heh heh... so you're saying you'll kill me? Might be tough with your power."
"Look into my eyes and feel happy."
"Old man, that's not what I meant. Anyway, look into our eyes—you'll see. Whatever skill you chowed down on."
"I see it. You've picked up Combat Instinct in the meantime. Quick on the draw."
"I'll be quick beating you down too. Especially this old guy..."
"Urk!"
Suddenly, there was a thud.
One survivor, unable to contain his curiosity, peeked out—and his jaw dropped.
The two were flying up and down the hallway.
Like they were filming an action movie...
What was clear was that even Cheol-seong, who had boasted overwhelming power, was being pushed back relentlessly.
"This is insane..."
"What?"
"Look. They're totally pinning him down..."
"It's real..."
The two watched the action movie unfolding between the intruders and Cheol-seong in a daze.
Another one peeked out, dumbfounded.
"That's Blink, right? Disappearing mid-air?"
"No way. You can't spam that. Gives you headaches."
"Yeah. So how are they moving like that?"
"Guys, this isn't the time. We need to run."
"Zombies everywhere—how? We just hide."
"Unless those guys kill Kim Cheol-seong."
Gulp.
Now the four survivors were silently cheering for the two intruders on.
Of course, only in their hearts—they couldn't get caught.
While that chaos unfolded in reality,
back at the forest shelter, Dingo and the beetles were busily at work.
Heave-ho.
Under Captain Beetle's orders, three beetles turned the lever.
The ballista mounted on the stand creaked as it rotated.
Direction change complete!
Now it was Dingo's turn.
He grabbed the rope in his mouth and dashed to the other side.
The ballista's prod bent sharply under Dingo's immense strength, which even an adult man would struggle against.
With a click, the wire locked into the sear.
Two beetles below tossed bolts up; the captain caught them and loaded the rail.
Ready to fire!
Now, just waiting for the master's signal, and the captain would pull the sear.
But this time, the signal was different.
A hand appeared in mid-air, clenched into a fist.
Signal for heavy ordnance.
The beetles immediately tossed explosives to the captain.
These were made by the beetles, tweaking ratios of firecrackers, flint, and black powder.
Not huge blast power, but up close? It'd hurt bad.
After the gryphon, when the master said bolts lacked punch, the beetles had racked their brains for this.
Payment: scouting emperor honey.
The beetles' dream food—they'd agreed to hunt it come spring.
Captain Beetle securely attached the explosive to the bolt.
Armed and ready!
When would the firing signal come?
Tension built, until finally the master's hand appeared and snapped its fingers.
Captain Beetle yanked the sear.
The prod snapped forward, vanishing through the dimension gate with the bolt in an instant.
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They'd gotten stronger.
Definitely stronger.
Cheol-seong desperately blocked Topkong's charging long knife.
The superhuman force cracked the blade with a screech.
Kakakak!
Locked in a test of strength, but now Topkong matched him even there.
Red eyes glared right at him, and Cheol-seong grinned through gritted teeth.
"Coming back this strong..."
"Gotta level up before facing the boss."
"Thanks for calling me boss... definitely the final one, right?"
"Nah, mid-boss. Game's got some difficulty."
"Haha..."
Cheol-seong poured strength into his body, shoving Topkong back.
Wrinkles creased his forehead as his arms slowly gave ground.
Unable to withstand, both long knives shattered with a crunch.
"What?!"
Cheol-seong lost balance for a moment—and Topkong had been waiting.
The outcome was clear.
In that narrow space, Topkong leaped, kneeing Cheol-seong's jaw.
Thwack!
An ominous sound echoed as Cheol-seong flew backward.
Topkong rebounded away, and Sung-ho suddenly filled the spot.
Several Emeras needles rained down.
"Gah!"
The razor-sharp blades pierced mercilessly, forcing even the killer to scream helplessly.
He tumbled without regaining balance, and Topkong charged with the long knife.
Wrong matchup entirely!
Cheol-seong blocked with the knife's handle.
It wasn't proper defense—the second strike shattered it.
Next, he'd have to block blade with flesh.
When specs were even, the one with the blade won—that was simple logic.
"Kuh!"
"Urk!"
Cheol-seong retreated, screaming repeatedly.
Too many slashes—his whole body was drenched in blood.
Yet his eyes burned with unbroken will.
"Yes, that's more like it."
As Sung-ho landed and spoke, Cheol-seong's eyebrow twitched.
"One last question: are you Kimbap Lover?"
Sung-ho recalled the survivors' distance.
Low voice—they wouldn't hear, but dragging talk was risky.
He shrugged it off.
"Think what you want."
"Figured... dying to two veterans in a deathmatch? No regrets..."
"Eyes are sharp for that. Hiding something?"
"Probably the revamped Murderer skill."
Both veterans—instincts razor-sharp.
Cheol-seong had Death Defiance.
On mortal wounds, escape death briefly, unleashing max power.
Huge penalty—if you didn't kill, you'd suffer horribly.
That's why he hadn't used it even when impaled...
'Gotta use it here...'
They were powering up faster than him.
No next time.
Must kill both, here, now.
Though they were catching their breath awfully long.
Confidence show-off?
The two just panted, letting him recover.
What did Kimbap Lover's clenched fist mean?
Now the zombie wall pressed in.
Cheol-seong's vision shifted to infrared-like mode.
He couldn't fathom why they gave him time.
Whatever... grateful.
"...Haha... thanks. Bought me time. Now die."
"Too cliché. Demoted from first boss."
Topkong sounded disappointed; Cheol-seong's eyes bulged.
"Think what you want!"
He charged; the two split left and right, opening space.
Damn bolt again?
Cheol-seong roughly guessed where it'd pop from mid-air.
Take a mortal hit, trigger Death Defiance—victory his!
Something burst forth at last.
Cheol-seong offered his gut, certain of win.
But...
Boom!
An unbelievable sound.
"..."
Cheol-seong stared blankly at his shredded belly.
The bolt from nowhere pierced it—then exploded.
Not huge blast, but enough to shred flesh and blood.
Half his gut gone.
Death Defiance triggered, but body refused orders.
"Haha... ack..."
Blood surged from his mouth.
His last sight: Kimbap Lover swinging the long knife.
"You held out to the end..."
"Gotta, to live right."
Slash.
Cheol-seong's head flew into the air.
An item dropped too, but no time to check.
The two quickly broke through the zombie wall.
The remaining survivors naturally followed.
But little birds chasing storks get their legs torn.
Two of the four got grabbed by ghouls, meeting gruesome ends.
No one looked back.
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We fled to a nearby officetel and caught our breath.
Didn't expect the plan to work so perfectly.
Thanks to the beetles' explosives.
Seok-hyun shook his head.
"What was he gonna try at the end?"
"Offer his body to trigger a skill. Dodged the front."
"As long as guts intact, doable?"
"Didn't expect the bolt to explode."
I hadn't anticipated that power either.
Point-blank on Cheol-seong's tough body—it couldn't hold.
In return, gotta find honey for the beetles—but hey, field trip.
I pulled an item from my bag.
The Dexterity +2 gloves had upgraded into a triple-stat item.
Seok-hyun crouched, touching the gloves in awe.
"This is a insane item."
"Want it?"
"Nah, it's yours. Got Resolute Strike, right?"
"Yeah."
"Stacked, power's gotta be nuts."
"Yeah... first time stacking for me too."
Resolute Strike adds heavy impact to all attacks.
Victim feels hammered.
Seok-hyun, tanky as he was, got rocked by Cheol-seong and lost it—thanks to this.
Deadly Strike's different: secondary damage.
Like punching head causes dizziness.
Seok-hyun was curious about stacking both.
He stood, pointing to his cheek.
"Put on gloves, hit me. Full power."
"Nah, too much..."
"Won't die. Know my toughness? Tanked first boss headbutt fine."
"Saw your legs shake."
"You see too much..."
Seok-hyun playfully grabbed my collar.
Fine, if he insists.
I donned the gloves; Stealth Movement deactivated, Deadly Strike appeared.
Equip skill condition.
I swung full force at Seok-hyun's face.
Thud!
He slammed into the opposite wall, slumping.
Too hard?
Rushed to support; his hand trembled, thumbs-up.
"Effect... god-tier."
Really.
[Too Many Crazy Guys - 3] End