The Mountain King's Rampage
The sound of furious typing filled the office.
Park Seong-cheol—no, the company’s so-called “Perfect Man”—was tearing through his work with terrifying intensity.
“Jinho, redo this report. I told you before to fix this section…”
“Mijin, come here. Like I said last time, this should be handled this way…”
“Manager, I’ve finished reviewing the data you asked for the day before yesterday. If you look at this part…”
It was the same flawless work ethic as always.
So why did it feel so off?
His neat outfit, tidy hairstyle, posture, and expression were all identical to usual, yet he radiated an aura that screamed do not approach. Even his coworkers and superiors were sneaking nervous glances his way.
‘Guys, what’s up with Seong-cheol?’
‘No idea. Do you know why the section chief is like that?’
‘Beats me.’
‘He was in such a good mood until yesterday. Why the sudden change overnight?’
‘Maybe he didn’t sleep…? Look at how bloodshot his eyes are.’
The slight redness in his eyes carried a faint sharpness. Anger? Rage? Just looking at him made people shrink back instinctively.
And it wasn’t just their imagination. The man hammering away at his keyboard right now was genuinely furious.
The reason was…
Exactly. It was because of the match. More precisely, because three guilds were shamelessly ganging up on Mir Guild in the competitive raid.
When the match had first started yesterday, the Yongbung fans had been on cloud nine.
Of course, they’d been a little shaken when their tank was missing, but this industry ran on emotional whiplash as a passive skill. The moment Lee Shin’s new weapon appeared, everyone acted like they’d never doubted him, chanting “As expected of God Lee!” from every corner of the internet.
Park Seong-cheol had jumped right into the fray, quickly deleting his previous complaints and spamming, “The Mountain King is a god and Lee Shin is invincible.”
When Hwarang summoned the Shields of Light to build a wall, he’d clapped until his hands nearly burst. When the world-class prodigy Subin shone, he’d cheered until his throat was raw. And when their princess gracefully snapped the heads off trolls, he’d flipped out so hard he could barely breathe.
Park Seong-cheol had been enjoying the match with his girlfriend, trembling with excitement for the first time in ages… until the mood suddenly shifted. It happened right around the one-hour and two-hour marks, when the monsters just wouldn’t stop coming.
At first, people had been thrilled—“Hell yeah, we’re racking up points!”—but soon they started sensing something was wrong.
The first wave, second wave, third wave—those distinctions lost all meaning as monsters poured out like a broken faucet.
Five hours. Six hours… As time dragged on, Hwarang, Subin, and the princess became drenched in troll blood while Mir Guild continued its brutal battle.
When their beloved guild was suffering so much that fans couldn’t even sleep and stayed up all night, they watched their hunters continue the fight while chewing on high-calorie energy bars.
That was the moment Park Seong-cheol lost it completely.
And he could say with absolute confidence that not a single one of the ten million Yongbung fans was free of rage.
Pre-match trash talk had been fine.
Hanging banners and messing with each other was acceptable.
If you bent over backwards a hundred or a thousand times, you could even understand the personal attacks and vicious insults as the natural behavior of fans who loved their guilds too much.
But this?
Had they really thought the fans were just playing around this whole time?
A few years ago, Yongbung had been an object of pure terror.
Even though their position had changed and the guild was doing well, so they played around with silly alt accounts like “Gentle Dragon,” the truth was they had always been fighting dogs with nothing left but malice and sheer guts.
You picked the wrong people to mess with.
There were no more insults after that.
Instead, the gallery was shut down.
The fan cafe collapsed.
YouTube channels were terminated.
Official homepages closed one after another, and the phone lines of all three guilds went completely dead.
They should have known. Yongbung wasn’t just a fan club in name—they possessed enough influence to shake the entire league’s public opinion. When these people reverted to their old chaos-agent ways, every related platform was hit with a bomb.
Even Park Seong-cheol had just sent a lengthy formal complaint to the Korean Bureau.
No matter how much the competitive raid was treated like a coliseum, wasn’t this kind of blatant “teaming” a problem? That was the gist of it. He was planning to translate it into English and send it straight to the Bureau headquarters.
‘If I don’t do at least this much, I won’t be able to calm down.’
Even now, his phone screen showed Mir Guild struggling while those bastards were relaxing and enjoying themselves. He couldn’t stand it.
Just as he was about to start translating the first sentence into English and hit the keyboard—
“Huh?”
Something strange appeared on the match stream he had left on mute.
Why is the Mountain King there?
Park Seong-cheol shot up from his seat.
“Chief, I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Uh, sure, go ahead.”
Too impatient to wait, he skipped the bathroom entirely, plugged in his earphones, and crouched down on the emergency stairwell instead.
The moment he looked at his phone, the entire atmosphere around Park Seong-cheol changed dramatically.
His tightly pressed lips parted into a wide “Heh.” His cold eyes melted like ice under the summer sun.
Most of all, the frustration that had felt like he’d swallowed a million sweet potatoes was suddenly blasted away by an ice-cold soda—glug glug glug!!
His chest felt completely clear—!
What the hell was this Mountain King-brand soda?!
Kim Jong-pil sprinted through the brush.
His feet slammed against the ground at terrifying speed, sending tremors rippling across the earth in his wake.
Soon after, a massive dust cloud rose behind him like a tidal wave.
The ones bursting through the dust were the masters of this gate—the Dark Trolls.
They were chasing Kim Jong-pil while howling in rage.
If they looked even angrier than usual, it wasn’t his imagination. He had completely destroyed their home base, after all.
“Using spirits to locate the troll settlement and plants to completely overturn the village.”
“This is a slightly different method from normal pulling. He’s enraging the monsters! He’s raising their combat power!”
Kim Jong-pil glanced back with a faint smile.
Seeing the Dark Trolls’ eyes burning red with fury, he smiled in satisfaction.
The key to pulling isn’t just aggro. It’s making the monsters go berserk.
Monsters that initiated combat would lock onto you the moment you entered their territory, but from Kim Jong-pil’s perspective, that was just regular pulling, not true mobbing. Mobbing had to be far more aggressive.
Like this.
Kim Jong-pil, who had been running in a straight line, suddenly slowed down and made a wide turn to the left and right.
As he moved in an S-shaped pattern, the Dark Troll wave danced left and right after him.
He slowed just enough to stay barely out of reach, taking calculated risks while practically waving his tail as if saying come and get me.
Perhaps moved by Kim Jong-pil’s efforts?
The Dark Trolls screamed and went into a frenzy at the human who kept staying just out of reach.
While performing these miraculous maneuvers, Kim Jong-pil simultaneously used high-level multitasking to check every floating screen in his field of vision.
He gathered information through spirits scattered across the area, analyzed it in real time, and instantly mapped out new routes.
Finally, when he reached the right spot, Kim Jong-pil flung his hand into the air.
In that instant, a stem the size of a building shot upward, whipping like a lash. It sliced through the air in an eerily accurate recreation of the trajectory his hand had drawn.
CRACK!
The Dark Troll settlement was instantly half-destroyed.
Dark Trolls that emerged from the shattered huts roared in fury as they reattached their broken arms.
Then they immediately joined the wave chasing after Kim Jong-pil.
After repeating this several times—massive vines whipping through the forest like lashes—the Dark Troll wave had grown to an unmanageable scale.
Actually, to be precise…
It had long since surpassed what any single person could handle.
It was almost at the critical point.
Time to set it off.
Let’s find the target.
Did it sense Kim Jong-pil’s will? Miniature Vita amplified it as if she had been waiting for this moment.
Answer me.
In that instant, the entire forest across the field resonated with World Tree Vita’s will and answered.
And soon, it located a group of humans stupidly eating their meal.
A sneer formed on Vita’s lips.
Her partner hadn’t had a proper meal or even decent sleep for days, yet these pathetic, worthless humans were fearlessly cooking and eating as if they didn’t have a care in the world.
This wouldn’t do. They needed to be taught a lesson.
When Vita made her horns sparkle, the swaying grass and forest came to a complete stop as if by magic.
She had completely sealed off all sound and movement.
At the same time, she relayed the information to Kim Jong-pil, and his route immediately shifted in that direction.
With sound and vibration completely blocked off, by the time the Core Guild noticed the incoming mob, the dust cloud was already right in front of them.
“What the—?”
“Boss!! Over there!!”
Oh no, they’d been had!!
“Everyone, prepare for battle!!”
The raid leader threw his lunch tray to the ground and drew his weapon. The entire raid team followed suit, discarding their trays and gathering around him.
Just as their formation was roughly complete—
The forest rustled, and Kim Jong-pil burst out like a nimble feline predator.
The raid leader couldn’t even react to the sudden appearance. As Kim Jong-pil brushed past him, he spoke in a low voice.
“Just run, kid.”
“!!”
Leaving only those words behind, Kim Jong-pil leaped over the Core raid team and vanished into the forest on the opposite side.
The Core raid leader immediately understood why Kim Jong-pil had said that.
The moment the forest’s seal was lifted, the ground shook as if an earthquake had struck, and a deafening roar filled their ears.
An endless black wave surged forward like a tsunami.
This wasn’t something a formation could block. In the end, the Core raid leader paled and screamed.
“R-run!!”
Having thrown his first bomb, the Mountain King immediately began gathering more monsters while Vita quickly located the second target.
Once again, the forest was sealed.
This human group was somewhat smarter. They had set up proper night watches and were taking turns resting.
That was probably why they didn’t notice him until he was right on top of them, unlike the previous group.
Kim Jong-pil leaped and landed right in front of the Guardian. The two men stood barely a handspan apart. Kim Jong-pil gave his well-prepared junior a proud smile.
“You did well.”
“……!!”
“Keep doing it just like that.”
Leaving those words like an echo, Kim Jong-pil nimbly leaped away.
By the time the Guardian shouted “Senior!!” he had already disappeared into the forest on the other side.
And soon after, they too had to face the oncoming black wave.
The moment the Royal Sword Guild was swept up as well, Kim Jong-pil slowed his pace slightly and fell into thought.
So we’ve finally reached this point.
Only one target remained.
A relationship tangled with a complicated history.
People called this kind of thing—
The guild he had once raised to the top with his own hands—Kim Jong-pil was now trying to tear it down himself.