Chapter 152
Chapter 152
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Conspiracy Theory
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Removed the syringe stuck in my left arm.
The blood that drained out totaled 1.5 liters.
The moment I sat up, a wave of intense dizziness hit me, but it wasn't unbearable.
"Now I can go, right?"
『…….』
The nurse entity, its face wrapped in bandages, just stared at me without a word.
"Excuse me? I've followed all the rules, so can I leave now?"
『……Ah, yes.』
When I first came in, its voice had been utterly devoid of any warmth.
Now, though, it carried some hint of emotion.
'The finale was anticlimactic, too.'
The rules of Room 3610 were simple.
Organ donation for the sick.
'Lost my left kidney, a meter of small intestine, part of my stomach, 30% of my liver, and 1.5 liters of blood.'
No need to perform the surgery myself—the nurse handled it.
The catch? No anesthesia, so every procedure was done raw.
'At least they didn't take my corneas.'
Technically, corneas were on the donation list.
But when the nurse examined them, it struck them from the rules.
'It specified left or right, so it must've picked one and canceled. No idea which.'
Anyway, now I could head to the rooftop.
As I opened the final door and walked the hallway, the mirror showed my reflection—looking seriously fucked up.
'Once I'm out, the Foundation can treat me, right?'
Three fingers gone from my left hand.
Right ear missing, most of my internal organs carved out, leaving me looking like a corpse on the brink of death.
'One testicle crushed, left knee cartilage gone, too.'
I hoped they'd fix me up.
Since I'd done more self-inflicted stuff to follow the rules, they should be able to heal it.
"Over here, huh."
I climbed the stairs waiting at the end of the hall.
A massive iron door appeared. Pulling the handle opened it, revealing a cool sky and the rooftop beyond.
"......"
No emergency escape slide anywhere on the roof.
Instead, in the center, a sofa for lounging and a table laden with snacks.
"Hmm."
Sat on the sofa and munched some snacks.
Just plain old chocolate.
"A timer, huh."
Next to the snacks sat an electronic clock counting down.
"38 minutes left."
Closed my eyes and pieced together what I'd seen getting here and what this place really was.
'An apartment made by WK Corporation, which only does profitable ventures.'
Happy Apartments were a money-maker, too.
'Among the dead language on the 36th-floor hallway—the phrases guiding to false paths.'
Worded like it saw humans as ingredients.
'All the hope dangled in front of you: a nonexistent emergency slide, a rest spot, and a ticking timer.'
I'd suspected as much.
Looks like I was right.
"I thought WK Corporation was trying to kill me."
That's why I'd given the 「Dimensional Novel Viewing Free Pass」 to the constellation.
But my guess was off.
"Just testing my abilities, then."
Pre-hunt recon to gather intel.
That's why Happy Apartments posed no threat to me.
A space where my eyes wouldn't activate.
Where I couldn't get help from other entities—their powers nullified.
"So the goal was guidance, not assassination."
Too busy to come themselves.
Made me come to them instead.
"Still busy, even so."
No rush. Lounged on the sofa, scarfing snacks.
"38 minutes until their final tantrum."
The revived Mun Gwang-jo headed for the emergency stairwell door.
"You door, forged by filthy reptilian tech—dare block me!?"
Even his speech had changed.
He grabbed the handle and ripped it off— the door that had held him tore away effortlessly.
"Freedom at last!"
Back in the lobby, the janitor was still there.
『Cleaning time.』
"Right, you. The Zionists' masterpiece, the human cleansing program's weapon!"
『Will clean.』
The janitor swung its mop.
The tool that made everything 'spotless' scrubbed Mun Gwang-jo's body, but he didn't vanish.
『Will clean?』
"Your tech doesn't work on me anymore."
Mun Gwang-jo extended a finger.
"Because Gray tech outclasses reptilian by a mile!"
From the moment of revival, he'd instinctively known how to wield the overflowing power surging through him—what he could do.
"Burst."
Splurt-!
The janitor's body exploded like a watermelon.
Its blood soaked the carpet, but Mun Gwang-jo's gesture made even that vanish without a trace.
"Is this omnipotence?"
He felt like a true god.
Like he could do anything, achieve anything—his mind buzzing with euphoria.
"Alright, time to meet the bastard."
Mun Gwang-jo, en route to the top floor, halted.
『Sob sob, Mommy... I miss you...』
Somewhere, a voice crying for help.
"Sixth floor."
No elevator.
He leaped into the air, smashing through ceilings straight to the sixth floor.
『!?』
『Unauthorized action.』
Managers appeared midway, but his wave turned them to melting ice cream, erased from existence.
"Small fry, out of my way."
Bursting through the floor onto the sixth, he saw a woman on the verge of death at the hands of a grotesque manager.
"You there—die."
『?』
No gesture needed now.
Commanded death, and the manager deleted itself from the world.
"You okay?"
"Th-thank you!"
"What's your name?"
"J-Jang Yeon-joo!"
"Jang, huh."
Mun Gwang-jo's face hardened.
"Chinese diaspora."
"Huh? N-no, I'm not!"
"The Jang clan—ancient Chinese surname. Infiltrators stealing our land. You're one of them."
"No, really! I'm Korean! Jeonju Jang clan!"
"Liar. You're... Hwaqiao!"
Mun Gwang-jo pointed.
『Love your neighbor.』
In that instant, a will from within reached him.
『Love your neighbor as yourself.』
『Hate no one.』
『Do not surrender to anger.』
His fingertip trembled.
He craved to use his power, but the whispers dulled his killing urge.
"Berry Chip... still lingering? Even so, you can't control me!"
"Eek!"
He poured all his strength to kill the woman.
But suddenly his palm opened, light burst—and she vanished.
"......"
Not killed.
His power twisted against his will, sending her back to the real world.
Realizing what instinct had done, he flew into a rage.
"Damn Berry Chip, damn lone electric waves! Prime chance to kill a Hwaqiao puppeteering Korea—and you hijack my body!?"
『Do not... hate yourself...』
"You bastard! That stunt glitched you!"
He felt it.
The Berry Chip weakened from forcibly redirecting his power.
Mun Gwang-jo seized the chance, dragging out the inner will.
"Whew, that was tough."
A puncture wound like a needle prick on his palm.
The escaping inner will flickered like a dying firefly.
"Farewell, Berry Chip."
He extinguished the inner will.
Now his body obeyed freely, power flowing even smoother.
"Fool—sacrificing yourself to save a Hwaqiao."
Mun Gwang-jo pressed on.
Killed every manager in his path.
'I am a god.'
Omnipotence to do anything.
Not quite total, but beyond human—cosmic-scale feats within reach.
'No longer a conspiracy theory victim.'
Kept advancing.
Reached the 36th floor, slaughtered its managers, then the rooftop.
'No longer anyone's plaything.'
I'll toy with others.
No one toys with me.
"I am invincible."
"You..."
"Long time no see, Chairman Lee Seung-hoon."
"What's your name? We've never properly introduced."
No clue why Chairman Lee Seung-hoon was injured, but it didn't matter.
He was here. We could talk.
"Mun Gwang-jo. Victim of your Deep State."
"Deep State..."
That said it all.
"Don't play dumb."
"Which Deep State? Last Battalion? Judaism? Freemasons?"
"Judaism. Zionists."
"Intriguing theory. Ah, come sit."
Knew it.
Unlike the others feigning ignorance.
He knew all the Deep States.
"You even resemble Jesus. Though your pupils are serpentine."
"Gray tech."
"Impressive. That alien from Roswell?"
So let's chat a bit.
Killing can wait.
"So I realized it. Jews using capitalism to dominate the world."
"9/11 was them too?"
"Exactly. World Trade Center basement held $160 billion in gold bars. Post-collapse? Just $200 million found."
"Where'd you get that intel?"
"Community."
"I see."
Mun Gwang-jo endlessly regaled me with conspiracy theories.
Fun to hear after so long.
'I dabbled in them once.'
Didn't believe.
Playing Entity Slaughter meant reading for intel; curiosity led to others.
'Entities draw from urban legends and ghost stories—conspiracies hold their own pillar.'
Truth: Foundation and government cover-ups left contradictions or scraps that birthed conspiracies.
Many entities exploited that.
'Like this guy, pegging me as Zionist vanguard.'
But he wanted to keep talking.
'Thirsty for conversation.'
No one seriously listened.
Dismissed as lunatic.
Mocked his 'truths' as lies.
'Poor guy.'
I pitied him sincerely.
Locked in his world, lashing out yet craving warmth.
Not even a hedgehog—trapped in his self-made prison, blind to the real world.
I pitied him from the heart.
Beeeep-!
"What? That? Micro nuke?"
"No, just an alarm. Something terrifying's coming soon."
"Terrifying? Threatening me."
Mun Gwang-jo laughed, levitating.
A halo glowed behind his floating form.
Serpentine eyes aside, pure Jesus vibe.
"Empowered by Gray tech, I wield cosmic-scale power."
"Impressive."
"Not even a supernova could kill me."
"Amazing."
"So your threats mean nothing."
"Not a threat."
Weak entities could survive on this power alone.
"If that let you beat entities, I'd have it already."
Power beyond 「Dried Friendship」 just draws wary eyes—no real survival edge.
"Even this—godlike—won't save you?"
"Yes."
You can't survive this world on power.
"Because of stuff like that."
The sky vanished.
"Finally here."
Our consciousnesses were devoured.