Chapter 133
Chapter 133
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: Deceive, Burn, Plunder (2)
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The three women approached the school gate.
The people of Hyoseon Girls' High School buzzed at the sight of them.
"Teacher Yoo, what do we do?"
"Tell them to drop their weapons first."
Last week, the four men from the S.I. Squad who had decided to settle here were also told to drop their weapons if they wanted to enter.
The S.I. Squad had argued with Yoo Hye-ji, asking how they could disarm without trusting them.
Yoo Hye-ji had yelled that if they didn't want to disarm, they should just leave.
With nowhere else to go and desperate to settle down, the S.I. Squad had tearfully discarded their weapons and surrendered.
So this time, Yoo Hye-ji planned to shout the same thing: if they didn't drop their weapons, get lost.
The players of Hyoseon Girls' High, led by Yoo Hye-ji, could be called saints for letting them go so easily.
And most of those they'd encountered so far had surrendered after dropping their weapons—weak survivors or those still clinging to their humanity.
That was why they let their guard down.
They grew complacent.
They saw the monsters branded with Slave Brands approaching with ill intent as mere refugees and decided to accept them.
If it had been Jang Jojun, he would have grabbed anyone suspicious on sight and slammed a Slave Brand into their forehead.
But Hyoseon Girls' High, ruled by former teachers, still brimmed with human compassion.
Softened by peace, they chose exile over murder.
Living comfortably in abundance, they still overflowed with humanity.
They weren't stained yet.
"If you want to come in, drop your weapons first! That's the basic condition. We won't harm you, so don't worry. Please follow our instructions. We're taking in outsiders, so bear with us."
At Yoo Hye-ji's shout, the short-haired woman yelled back as if she'd expected it.
"Just drop the weapons?"
"Yes! Then we'll do a simple check and let you inside."
"Got it!"
A-reum, the short-haired one, replied affirmatively.
The blonde blue-eyed woman next to her, who looked at least 190 cm tall, immediately tossed aside her red scythe.
Merhere didn't need to cling to weapons anyway; anything in her grasp became one.
A-reum then unbuckled her belt and dropped two short swords from her waist.
Her main role was talking to survivors on behalf of her taciturn sister and the awkward Fallen Angel with humans.
Fighting wasn't her purpose.
Even without weapons, her stronger companions would protect her.
Finally, Han A-ram handled demonic energy, so she could tear apart normal-class players barehanded even without her hammer.
Her black armor blocked ranged attacks too, making her the least dependent on weapons among the three.
She indifferently set her hammer down.
BOOM!!!
"W-what the hell...!!"
Yoo Hye-ji, approaching cautiously toward the disarmed women, gasped at the hammer's immense weight cracking the asphalt.
How heavy is that thing to shatter the ground...? Hitting the gate with it would smash it flat...
A fine conversation tool weighed in tons—something non-demonic energy users couldn't even lift.
Of course, unaware of that, Yoo Hye-ji just pegged the pink-haired girl as an abnormally strong player and a dangerous one even unarmed.
Even after surrendering weapons, high base stat folks sometimes caused trouble inside.
With trust not yet built, Yoo Hye-ji and the five players behind her gripped their weapon handles nervously, swallowing hard.
Of course, the real threat was Merhere, a walking murder machine, but the hammer's impact overshadowed the others.
"Thank you for disarming. To start, we're a humanitarian group. I don't know the rules of your previous group, but... we value compassion and tolerance over survival of the fittest..."
Pfft...!
As Yoo Hye-ji briefly described Hyoseon Girls' High's vibe, Han A-ram clamped her mouth to stifle laughter.
Yoo Hye-ji and the other five Awakeners looked puzzled.
A-reum pinched her sister's side for the blunder.
"Ow... Uh... Sorry. I swallowed wrong from nerves..."
Han A-ram just found it hilarious.
The idea of people still preaching love, compassion, and peace seemed utterly stupid and pathetic.
In the post-apocalyptic world she'd seen, only blood and power mattered.
"A-anyway, we're a group where even the strong can't act freely. Keep that in mind... If you want to join us, write your names here on the roster."
Eying Han A-ram suspiciously as she stifled her laugh alone, Yoo Hye-ji smoothed her expression and pulled a ledger from thin air.
Blank lines filled it for names—this was the "Guild Roster" skill from her "Guild Manager" class.
Yoo Hye-ji's unique class let her view detailed info on listed members and form parties of up to six with mutual no-attack orders via the Party Setting skill.
Not as coercive as Jang Jojun's enslavement skills—no forced commands or life-or-death control—but it prevented party members from attacking each other.
Through this, she'd teamed reliable existing students with newcomers for living units.
A measure so veterans could spot and handle any rule-breakers or bad intent quickly.
"Uh... what's this...?"
Unfamiliar with such skills, A-reum asked hesitantly what the roster was for.
Yoo Hye-ji figured shoving a contract like this would confuse them and explained the skill in detail.
No issue if they knew the effects; it wasn't breakable, and some survivors preferred the structure and enforcement for safety.
Some felt more secure bound tightly somewhere.
"This is our precaution in case any of you joining us have impure motives. To check your status. You might be scouts from some group targeting our base... or demon contractors... Writing your name here reveals your class... Come on, write it."
Hyoseon Girls' High aimed for peace but wasn't defenseless.
Yoo Hye-ji's meticulous personnel management, the Engineer's defenses, and the Plant Farmer's food production granted them that peace.
Sure, settlers here were complacent toward external threats.
But they had the power and leeway to back it up.
The confidence they could beat anything that came.
A form of arrogance from knowing their strength far outstripped others.
Perhaps more dangerous than complacency, but no issues yet.
Not yet...
"Uh... um..."
"What's wrong? Can't sign...? You're not... a demon contractor, are you?"
"N-no... I swear on the heavens... no demon ties... Just surprised..."
As flustered A-reum waved her hands, the players behind Yoo Hye-ji stepped forward.
Those unable to sign fell into two categories: those with truly impure motives, or damn demon contractors.
The ones behind Yoo Hye-ji drew weapons, radiating murderous intent.
Demon contractors had to be killed before transforming.
"Hmph... If you don't want peace, leave. We'll let you. But..."
If they smiled their way in only to pull hidden daggers...
The school's turrets and everyone inside would swarm with weapons.
Remember that, Yoo Hye-ji warned.
A-reum winced, eyes fluttering shut.
Her orders: infiltrate if possible, sow chaos inside late at night.
Signal Lee Ju-ha then.
They'd shared mental link potion from Alchemist Hellas, faintly connecting their minds.
A-reum signals assault time; Lee Ju-ha ignites rear gate to signal battle, and the rest hidden in the mountains raid at dawn.
Damn. Weapons taken, separated from sisters, watched by school girls... Can I even sow chaos...? Mer sis can, A-ram sis too... but I'm struggling to survive alone...
The Guild Roster skill twisted things awkwardly.
But backing out over one skill now? A-reum decided to sign.
She'd just survive; sisters would handle chaos and killing leaders.
Quickly decided, A-reum scribbled her name on the proffered roster.
Alerts popped up before her and Yoo Hye-ji's eyes—unexpected for both.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
[You have no decision-making authority. Obtain the owner's consent.]
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
[The other party cannot join the guild. They are a 'slave' without decision-making authority.]
"What the fuck..."
A-reum recoiled hastily.
She'd just been annoyed at separation, weapon loss, and surveillance—not dreaming she'd get cut at the gate over being a slave.
As panicked A-reum backed away, even battle-weak Guild Manager Yoo Hye-ji retreated swiftly.
A slave meant a master nearby. Companions separate.
Yoo Hye-ji easily inferred these three approached with impure motives.
As both sides' spokeswomen withdrew...
Half-Human Half-Demon Han A-ram surged forward, slamming her massive warhammer to trigger a localized quake. The so-called Ground Shaker.
"Hyaah!!"
BOOM!!!
"Aaaah!!! Help!!"
A male player rushed to shield unbalanced Yoo Hye-ji from the quake.
"Where you going!!!"
"Hngh..!!"
SLASH!!!
Merhere's lightly swung scythe severed his neck mid-swing, igniting full battle at Hyoseon Girls' High gate.
"You fucking bastards!!!"
"Die!!!"
Meanwhile, A-reum rolled, snatched a fallen short sword, and slid into a staggering school player—thrusting into neck and heart.
As several bled out at the gate, rooftop sentry Lee Soo-kyung fired arrows at the three.
Mask-wearing Kim Ji-sun followed with strongbow barrages near artillery range.
A-reum barely blocked Lee Soo-kyung's arrows with her kill's corpse, but Kim Ji-sun's strongbow exploded the meat shield, flinging her back.
KABOOM!!!
The impact made A-reum sense mortal peril.
Lee Ju-ha, partially mind-linked via potion, detected the crisis and ignited flames at the rear gate.
The invasion beacon blazed—not at dawn, but an hour into the op.
Jang Jojun, hidden in the mountains, spotted the fire and moved to raid the pacifists' base.
Seong Ha-rin with him dashed down the mountain, summoning the Queen's Molars and Canines.
Two massive wolves howled, bearing Seong Ha-rin, Jang Jojun, and Kang Hee-sun on their backs.
They raced to the school wall; Kang Hee-sun seized ownership of the Plant Farmer's root barrier in seconds, opening the blocked rear gate with roots.
Dullahan on skeleton horse and Seong Ha-rin gripping giant wolf mane charged through the wide-open rear.
Meanwhile, Han A-ram shielded fallen A-reum from incoming Ranger and Marksman arrows with black armor.
By then, Merhere leaped inside to hunt snipers.
The moment she entered, deployed turrets activated, firing scrap bullets at her.
"Tch..!!"
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!!!
Merhere spun her scythe like a propeller to deflect the scrap shots.
Slower and weaker than modern guns, but in these numbers, they'd sow massive chaos.
Judging the situation riskier than expected, Merhere unleashed skills she rarely used to avoid dulling her edge.
"Huhu...."
Warped Halo activated. A black, twisting ring spun above her head.
"Haa.. Impure Blessing..."
AAAAH!!
Baby angels' agonized screams echoed as the skill triggered.
Impure Blessing settled on her body. Basic conditions met.
A pair of black wings sprouted from her back.
Wings spread, black scythe in hand, she floated into the air.
Time to sweep away foolish vermin for her master.
The Fallen Judge's Scythe targets the innocent's lives.
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