Chapter 198
Chapter 198
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 198
Chapter Title: Lord's Buttocks (3)
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“Ugh... my head. Where... ugh!”
Unfocused, dilated pupils.
Drool pooling at the corner of her mouth.
By the time focus returned to Princess Hina’s eyes—which hadn’t even blinked— it was already far too late.
Her hands and feet bound behind the altar, she took in her surroundings.
“What is this? W-what the hell is going on...!”
“You’re coming around, Helena believer. To wake up after drinking the pure extract of the ‘Lord’s Buttocks’—looks like the dose wasn’t quite enough.”
Princess Hina had been force-fed a thick peach juice concentrate laced with hallucinogens by Maria.
Having briefly lost consciousness, she now awoke to find herself dressed differently from usual, goosebumps prickling across her skin.
“A white silk robe? When did they put this on me...?”
“Oh, it’s not just any ordinary white silk robe.”
Maria took a step closer to Princess Hina.
Her flushed face showed none of her usual stern demeanor.
Her genuine joy was laid bare, raw and unfiltered.
“The wings of heaven, worn only by the anointed who ascend to the [Lord’s Garden].”
Maria pulled Princess Hina into a tight embrace, tears welling in her eyes.
With the expression of an older sister who had guided her wayward little sibling back to the righteous path, she whispered to her.
“You’ve been through so much. Once today’s Second Coming ceremony is over, you’ll be saved alongside me, Helena believer.”
“Maria? What are you...?”
“Once everything’s done, you can hate me all you want. My beloved... Princess Hina.”
Maria pressed a handkerchief soaked in hallucinogens to Princess Hina’s lips.
With a twisted smile, she led the one she cherished most one step closer to hell.
“Ugh, the room’s spinning again...”
“The final path led by the Lord. A cross like that is only fitting for climbing the hill of tribulation.”
Patting her back approvingly several times, Maria hoisted Princess Hina over her shoulder.
Perfect timing, as it happened. A proselytizer peeked in from outside the curtain and called out.
“Maria believer! We’re all set here! You can come up right away!”
“Yes, coming now.”
Step by step. With each stair she climbed, beads of joyful sweat formed on the bridge of Maria’s nose.
Finally, they reached the top.
Setting Princess Hina down on the ground, Maria uttered words of blessing laced with mad sincerity.
Convinced beyond doubt that she was doing the right thing.
“Now then, shall we begin? The final step to eternal bliss in heaven.”
* * * *
“Northwest fence breached! Advance! Advance! Keep pushing forward, no stopping!”
The research director, a former armored unit veteran. Once I removed the brakes from his mind, he charged ahead like a true ammunition man from the Lee Taek-gyu Division, truck and all.
“He’s fired up. Really fired up. And it’s not just him—the cultists over there too...”
Indeed, it wasn’t just the research director. As we passed the outer fence and the guarded perimeter, scenes of frenzied testimonies unfolded before my eyes.
“Waaaaah! The Lord’s Buttocks! The Lord’s Buttocks!”
“Bless the faithful! Grant me the key dangling from that sweet buttocks, the one that opens the gates of heaven!”
Not a single one harbored doubt. People so bizarrely devoid of proper thought. Probably the brainwashing’s doing.
“They’ve lost it, every last one. Hallucinogen effects? Director, veer right up ahead.”
“Reborn! Invincible Ammunition Battalion! Don’t let our blood and sweat go to waste!”
Our side’s just as gone. At least the director’s high on past glories instead of drugs, so raising my voice was enough to snap his reason back into place.
“Ha, seriously... Director!”
“Y-yes...! Chairman!”
“Get a grip. Follow orders calmly. See that hill over there? To the right.”
I pointed to a low hill. There, shrouded in smoke, a cheap marble-tiled altar flickered with firelight.
“Yes sir! I see it!”
“Turn the wheel and head straight for it. Approach from the rear. As fast as possible. Full throttle!”
“Got it! Hya!”
The [Lord’s Buttocks] revved up with a burst of spirit.
A timely gust cleared the smoke, and I immediately pulled out my binoculars to scan the altar.
There stood a fat woman in her fifties, likely the cult leader Park Geum-deok, beside someone swaying unsteadily.
Princess Hina. Clutching a dagger, no less.
“Princess Hina! Damn... are we too late?”
“Chairman, we’re almost there... when do we stop?”
Fortunately, the two bound Jews on the altar weren’t bleeding yet.
“We don’t stop.”
“Huh...?”
That’s right. We absolutely cannot stop.
If our speed slackens even for a moment... that hand holding the dagger won’t just draw blood.
It’ll stain her with guilt that’ll haunt the rest of her life, impossible to wash away.
“We have to stop a real murder. No matter what.”
Decision made.
I grabbed the director’s arm as he reached for the brake pedal and fixed him with a serious look, asking one question.
“Director. You were in armored units, right? Heard you made it to warrant officer.”
“And an ace at that. They practically forced me to apply because I was such a good driver.”
“Drive like you did back then. Crush every obstacle in your path, no mercy.”
“Huh...?”
Just in case, I pulled out the baton from my belt. I slipped on sunglasses that didn’t suit the night and held it aloft.
Like a supreme commander directing a world war, stern and imposing.
“The real enemy we need to smash is right in front of us. Pigs as bad as the North Korean swine.”
Did the theatrics land? Or was it the North Korean pig bit?
The research director saluted me solemnly.
“Am... munition!”
Vroom—the engine roared back to life.
Momentum like this means full speed ahead.
Even if the altar crumbles and a few get hurt, there’s no helping it.
Better than a mass murder fueled by fanaticism.
I drew a deep breath, exhaled sharply, and bellowed.
“Advance! Crush the cult!”
* * * *
“Proselytizer, the holy sword.”
“Here it is, Prophet Mother.”
A roughly forged 50,000-won iron sword from some blacksmith. But here, labeled a divine holy sword from God, it became a priceless treasure.
“Waaaaah! The holy sword bestowed by the Lord upon this land!”
“Sinners of the Jewish tribe! Offer your hearts!”
The fanatics roared in ecstasy at the sword glinting in the firelight.
Cult leader Park Geum-deok wore a satisfied smile. But her brow furrowed upon seeing Princess Hina, brought by Maria.
“Too much drug. Proselytizer, what’s her condition?”
“She’s not fully lucid. Can barely stand, even.”
It didn’t please Park Geum-deok, but canceling the Second Coming now was out of the question.
Gripping the so-called holy sword in one hand, she made her call.
“Whatever. I’ll just grab her hand on the hilt from behind and swing it down myself.”
Princess Hina, half-comatose. Park Geum-deok grinned at her unconscious form.
“Come on, Helena believer. No—Princess Hina. Let’s get through this one. Play your puppet surgeon role right.”
And right beside her. Two Jews lying side by side on the altar, their minds fried by hallucinogens.
Heart pounding at the impending bloodshed, Park Geum-deok’s greedy gaze reflected off the blade.
“Japan. My [Lord’s Garden] will devour that massive religious market whole.”
Below the altar, believers chanted hallelujahs nonstop. Sweeping her eyes over them, Park Geum-deok—drawing on her psychology expertise—made her judgment.
Now was the time to act.
“The excitement’s peaked... and the mass hypnosis has taken hold. Perfect.”
After a few light coughs, Park Geum-deok bellowed into the mic-less night, raw-throated.
Locking eyes with each glazed believer, she spat out her speech with commanding authority.
“Today, here! After offering the hearts of two Satanic Jews to the Lord, we board the ark of salvation! To spread revival across the eastern lands beyond the sea!”
“Waaaaah! Amen! Amen!”
The crowd sufficiently inflamed.
Now... the moment of execution. The moment to solidify her blood-built kingdom.
“Proselytizer, bring Princess Hina forward. Make sure she doesn’t collapse. If she rolls off the altar, it’s all ruined.”
“P-Prophet Mother. Something’s off with the believers below...?”
“What?”
The crowd’s tension deflated like a punctured balloon.
Hallucinogens, brainwashing, mass hypnosis, psychological tricks—all preparations perfect.
This was unprecedented. Impossible without outside interference.
“W-what! Why’s the focus breaking? The mass hypnosis shouldn’t wear off!”
“Prophet Mother! Look, back there!”
In that instant, a thunderous roar shook the altar.
From the rear hill rose a massive, vivid pink monster, enough to rattle even the believers’ faith.
“No way... no way, is that the [Lord’s Buttocks]?”
“It’s exactly as written in the apocrypha! ‘The great pink peach shall shake the earth and scatter its fragrance upon the people.’”
A devout believer quoted their so-called apocryphal scripture, heating the atmosphere even further.
“This is the true salvation opening a new world! Cast aside fear and doubt—follow only the Lord!”
“Follow only the Lord! Amen...!”
Unlike the fervent scene below, atop the altar, bewilderment and rage made hands and feet tremble.
Half-dazed, all Park Geum-deok could do was vent at the proselytizer.
“What the hell! That monstrous peach! How’d security let it get this far!”
“It’s not slowing down! Get to safety, hurry!”
-Screeeeech!
With a harsh friction sound, the peach screeched to a halt right before the altar.
Pre-loaded, perhaps?
Pink fireworks erupted from its broad back.
“Ooo... I believe! Amen! Amen!”
The believers knelt, deeming the holy-shaped bursts a miracle. Then, a mechanical voice boomed from within the peach.
-Foolish people of this land, close your eyes and listen! I am the Lord’s Buttocks, descended from the heavens!