Chapter 118
Chapter 118
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: Missing Persons' Forest - Conquest Complete
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"Ow!! S-Stop!! South Joseon comrade!! Don't hit me...!! Aaaah!! You fried bastard!!!"
After getting smacked on the head a few times by Jo Joon, Lee Eun-ha shielded her head with her arms, begging him to stop. And yet, even as she did, she kept spewing insults at him right up to the end—a testament to her fiery spirit, every bit as tough as her older sister, Lee Joo-ha.
"Just moments ago, you were blankly burping and staring into space...!! A few flicks to the forehead, and you snap right out of it... But why won't you submit!! It hurts like hell, doesn't it!! I'm getting tired!! Just submit!! Swear loyalty to me!! Accept me as your master!! There's no other future!!"
Lee Eun-ha trembled, unsure what atrocities this South Joseon mongrel might commit next. From Jo Joon's perspective, they were just light flicks with some mercy, but for Eun-ha—with her low level and modest stats—they felt like hammer blows.
Even someone as stubbornly resilient as her couldn't hold back the tears forever. Her screams were growing louder, signaling the end was near.
'She's about to break... Should I hit her a bit more? If I was gonna beat her this badly anyway, maybe I should've just stabbed her with a knife from the start... No... What if she goes berserk... Don't overthink it—just keep going..! She's so frail, it's stirring up pity...'
Malnourished from a rough upbringing, Eun-ha had a petite frame with no meat on her bones. It was enough to soften anyone's heart when she begged through tears, but Jo Joon was a man who never trusted anyone he hadn't enslaved. Steel yourself, he thought, and he didn't stop the violence until she completely lost the will to fight.
Compared to how he'd stabbed Lee Joo-ha's thigh multiple times to break her, this was downright lenient.
Relentlessly, he flicked her forehead or pinched her philtrum to inflict pain until she submitted. He held back from using blades, wary she might fully berserk and vomit up all the monstrosities she'd devoured... But whether that restraint was a boon or bane for Eun-ha was anyone's guess. No one there spoke up; they just watched Jo Joon's brutality in silence.
"Hey, Eun-ha. If you don't wanna get hit anymore, submit already. That's the only way it'll stop. Hurry up and submit to your oppa!!"
"Y-You... you fatherless scum...!!! Sis!! Sis, help me!!! I was wrong!! I won't abandon you again!! Please, just help me!!!"
"Ah, Eun-ha... Sorry, but... I got no choice either. Just submit quick."
"Siiis!!!"
At her sister's desperate cries, Joo-ha reached out pitifully. She wanted nothing more than to rescue her sibling from Jo Joon's torment, but his orders kept her rooted. All she could do was pray Eun-ha submitted soon.
A few more smacks, and Eun-ha caved, face twisted in tears. Betrayed even by her trusted sister, she felt utterly wronged. Jo Joon wasted no time imprinting the slave brand on her kneeling forehead.
'Done...!'
Relieved it had gone smoother than expected, Jo Joon was satisfied. If she'd held out with sheer spite, he'd have had to draw a real blade. But a few flicks broke her.
His boosted stats made those flicks submission-worthy. They were moderate for him, but devastating for the frail Eun-ha, leaving her dazed.
"No more self-harm. No betraying. No abandoning teammates. Always be grateful to me. Got it?"
Jo Joon issued the standard slave commands. Only then did he release her to the anxiously waiting Joo-ha. Tears streaming like chicken droppings, Eun-ha rushed to her sister.
"Eun-ha!!"
"Siiiis... Why... Why didn't you heeelp... Waaah...!"
"I'm sorry, Eun-ha. I'm so sorry. I couldn't help sooner... Sniff..."
The sisters embraced, sharing the joy of reunion amid sobs. Unconscious until now, Eun-ha asked Joo-ha where they were and who Jo Joon and the others were.
Joo-ha explained the South Joseon comrades and Japanese were now allies. And they weren't heading home—they were going south.
Eun-ha balked. What did that mean? Abandoning their family up north for this worthless man?
Joo-ha's face darkened at the question. She'd begged Jo Joon countless times to let her go home, but he'd refused, telling her to give it up.
Now the first separated family of 2022, Joo-ha ached imagining her sister's reaction. And when she voiced it, the backlash was fiercer than expected, leaving her flustered.
Even if Korea's infrastructure was wrecked less than North Korea's, family was family up north. Eun-ha struggled to accept it. Blood ties weren't easily severed, no matter how they'd failed her.
Watching their sorrowful tears, Jo Joon approached Eun-ha. In his life, family meant Eun-ji, Ha-rin, and his women. He couldn't empathize with the sisters—wouldn't, rather.
Empathizing would just stress him out. Joo-ha was already his to claim; Eun-ha was bonus. He had no desire to indulge their sentimentality.
'Gotta make sure she doesn't stress Joo-ha out anymore...'
He still distrusted Eun-ha—a ticking time bomb.
'If those monstrosities inside her rampage, she can't hold them... If they burst out suddenly...'
Her class was Curse Doll—a cursed puppet, ominous from the name, with even stranger skills.
'Curses, spirits, monstrosities, and worse. A class that devours the sinister and brews solitude... Right now, dozens fill her... If they erupt...'
Predictable combat allowed countermeasures, but a mid-meal rampage? Anyone nearby dies before reacting.
Thus, Eun-ha was a liability for the group. Jo Joon foresaw devastation if she blew in his absence—cleanup headache already.
That's why he'd let her go north if she insisted. Slave brand stays, though. He'd gag her from spilling secrets, ban her from the south forever, then send her off.
'Joo-ha alone satisfies me... Can't pass on those fox ears... But hugging a curse bomb, even if pretty like her sis? Too risky... Especially if she doesn't wanna come and blows up later... I'd have to clean it all...'
With Nanase Sora and Joo-ha as new sex slaves, losing Eun-ha changed nothing. No need to chase three rabbits and split his legs.
Yet greed burned in him; he wanted her too. Risky class? Dullahan was risky, Alcid infectees, future mushroom humans too.
"Hey."
"W-What!! You thick-faced bastard with no parents!! How dare you seduce Joo-ha sis!!"
"Not seducing. Forcing her to come."
"Wha... What?"
"And you're coming too. With me. Or go north alone."
Jo Joon offered her the north. Assuming coercion like himself, Joo-ha jumped in to persuade.
"Eun-ha... You go. While that cruel guy's letting you."
"S-Sis..."
"Just go! What more do you wanna see! I can't protect you anymore... So... just go..!"
Tears flowing, Joo-ha urged her sister away. Eun-ha wavered.
Jo Joon spoke.
"What's it gonna be? Your sis comes with me no matter what. You? Free to go home. But you'll never see her again. Choose: stay with sis, or return a wretched northern citizen, nibbling bark in the apocalypse till you rot. Oh, this? Chocolate."
"I-I know that much! Mmm... G-Gimme a sec... to think..."
Savoring the precious chocolate, eyes shut tight, Eun-ha pondered.
Abandoning sis meant Joo-ha alone with this scary South Joseon guy. Tough choice.
"I... I'll come too.."
"Good. Following me means... sleeping with me too. You accept?"
"Hmph.. You sex-crazed lunatic.. Fine!! I'll be grateful often, got it?!"
Tears staining her consent, Jo Joon smirked.
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Meanwhile, Eun-ji—who'd held hands with Oni—finally opened her eyes.
"Haa..."
A small horn protruded from her right forehead—skin-covered, unlike Han A-ram's demonic horn: an Oni's. Her skin glowed like makeup, eyeliner-like patterns sharpened her eyes, lips shimmered seductively. More beautiful than with makeup.
If Hwa-young's vampirism beautified her face, Eun-ji's was seductively decadent, drool-inducing allure.
Already pretty, now Eun-ji was arguably Jo Joon's harem's fairest. Merhere dominated curves, but face alone? Unrivaled.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
[The seal has been successfully transferred. Finally... I can leave this place...]
Chihiro—linked to Eun-ji—smiled and vanished. She'd live inside her now, exploring the ruined world beyond the stifling forest.
⚔ CLASS EVOLUTION ⚔
[Your class is evolving!!] [Shadow Walker has changed to Shadow Hannya!!] [Determined as evolution from original class! Level down penalty removed!] [Some skills forcibly changed!] [All stats changed!]
🏆 ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED! 🏆
Slave Eun-ji's Achievement! 'Legacy of the Half-Human Half-Demon' Slave Eun-ji's Achievement! 'Demon Walking Shadows' Slave Eun-ji's Achievement! 'Seal Bearer'
[Select achievement rewards.]
>[Select achievement rewards.]
>[Select achievement rewards.]
⚠️ WARNING!!! ⚠️
[Player Eun-ji's Slave Brand is being erased!!!]
As Eun-ji rose, Jo Joon—mid-briefing Eun-ha—reacted first. The same alarms appeared before him, including the slave brand erasure warning.
"Eun-ji!"
"Oppa..!!"
He effortlessly caught her three-meter leap into his arms. Gulping, Jo Joon felt his fondness for his firsts—Eun-ji and Ha-rin—stir. Not virgins, yet conquering them lingered sweetly.
Now more beautiful, smiling as she flew to him, his grin stretched ear-to-ear.
'Will Eun-ji betray me..? No way. She's the one begging for my seal...'
From A-ram and Ha-rin's examples, he trusted her loyalty.
He was right. And he'd missed: becoming Oni, she sensed an intoxicating, sweet aura from him—irresistible.
Man-demon's favor worked on her, like Hwa-young's obsession. Already craving Jo Joon intensely, she knew: he was her eternal master.
They embraced, lips meeting. Eun-ha spat "shameless"—all South Joseon men like this?—until flustered Joo-ha muffled her.
"Eun-ji, you did great."
"Yeah..! Oppa, everyone, you all did too..!"
As seen, her race change swapped her class too.
Shadow Walker absorbed Oni power, fusing into Shadow Hannya. Shadow skills remained, augmented by Oni abilities—a symbiotic result of Chihiro's parasitism.
Class change should've reset her to Lv.1, but as a variant of her original, no penalty.
"So no level-up tantrums again?"
"Yep! Total jackpot!!"
Jo Joon fiddled with her tiny horn, relieved. Zombie hunts and boss grinds loomed wearily; this spared him.
Ha-rin approached, poking Eun-ji's cheek in awe. Hee-sun noona peeked, seizing the chance.
"Wow... Eun-ji unnie... That skin. Baby smooth.."
"For real.. Insane.. Non-human's the way, huh?"
Beastkin Ha-rin and forest guardian Hee-sun had improved too. Eun-ji looked years younger.
'We gained so much...'
Jo Joon swelled with emotion. Slaves galore, God's Idol, Eun-ji upgraded.
Near-death from Kashnax aside, satisfied. Just head home safe.
Overcome, he grabbed the God's Idol.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
[God's Idol has been seized by an unidentified player!!!] [Shrine's seal breaks!] [Shrine's great evil... has already vanished!!] [All forest beings pursue the Idol!!] [8 exits generated at forest edge!!] [Escape the forest before time runs out!]
Chihiro transferred, great evil gone. Other servers battled sealed Oni; Asia's eerily quiet, cricket-chirping still.
"Whoa, milord! Finally over! Yay!!"
Ha-rin cheered homeward, arms up.
Hee-sun wanted sleep marathons. Eun-ji drooled for mart-run seal-engraving to flaunt.
"Phew.. Finally done."
Jo Joon rued missing Cheshire this week, then inspected the Idol.
[God's Idol: Activates a vast barrier blocking innumerable invasions. Lasts one month per activation. Requires intelligent being's soul as tribute for reuse.]
Not permanent; periodic human sacrifice needed.
'Breed mushroom humans first thing...'
Mushroom folk counted as intelligent, infinite with zombie corpses. No supply worries.
'Single-use? No achievement? Stingy devs...'
🏆 ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED! 🏆
'Missing Persons' Forest Conquest' 'Twisted Idol'
[Select achievement rewards.]
>[Select achievement rewards.]
"Oh.. Two achievements...!"
With Eun-ji's three, five total. Jo Joon beamed. The forest was his treasure trove.
"Alright, Idol secured. Let's go home."
Cheers erupted.
North Korean sisters fretted family, Japanese homesick—but as slaves, they couldn't protest.
They left the shrine. Find an exit, done.
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