Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: The Fox God VTuber Climbing the Tower
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"I hate to say it, but why are we fighting people instead of monsters? The German government just lets this crap slide?"
"Even if they openly call them the Six Evils, they have no choice but to let it go!! Engineers are worth a fortune! And if they claim they had no idea it was an unauthorized action, that's that! It was the same with the Collector, right? His subordinate went rogue, and it turned out he was a Chinese government spy!!"
She couldn't mention the president, so her explanation was a total mess, but Manager Won Da-hye yelled at him to focus on piloting instead of yapping.
And so—the East Asian Alliance, including the Korean government, formally protested to the German government.
Mechs that only an Engineer could produce had brazenly appeared in the heart of Seoul and attacked their own climbers. How could the government just sit idly by?
The newly inaugurated Korean president lodged fierce protests, voiced his discontent, and demanded compensation, but things dragged on endlessly with no proper response.
Frankly speaking, it was a complete disaster. Sure, there were treaties for international disputes or crimes, but climbers were far too special an existence.
A single individual could, if they so desired, even dominate an entire nation.
However, whether they could actually lead society was another matter entirely.
Climbers were essential for the resources provided by the Tower, and among them, the most outstanding and valuable were the Legendary classes.
Not to mention, the weapons the Engineer produced—incorporating tech bestowed by the Tower—were of such exceptional quality that they could rearm all of Germany and then some.
Other nations might suddenly change their minds and start a war like Russia at any moment.
Especially for Germany, a country surrounded by enemies on all sides.
Though they had apologized and shown remorse for their past sins in a way Japan never did, the world was full of madmen.
With the Collector having toppled the Chinese government and established a new "New China" regime, the anxiety of those in political positions had multiplied several times over.
So even if they were the Six Evils, casting out someone who showed loyalty and respect to their nation was simply unthinkable.
That was why Germany was exporting the Engineer's weapons to other countries in exchange for cooperation in dealing with monsters from Tower collapses.
The mechs that had crossed into Seoul were just ones the Engineer had sold—nothing connected to him, they cut off the tail.
And even with clear footage of the climber Wakamo had captured rather than killed, they kept their mouths shut and played dumb.
Deep down, she wanted to just kill him.
With Wakamo Inarizushi's existence—and her faction—growing to the point of threatening the Six Evils, all sorts of trials would come pouring in from now on.
Plenty of people would try to interfere with everything she did.
Manager Won Da-hye thought back to the rescue request from the Philippines, figuring the more nations siding with them, the better.
Chairman Yang Wei knew that too, which was why he'd granted independence and sovereignty to those who'd cooperated with him.
And at the same time, formed alliances to create an even larger, unified powerhouse.
The wave created by a single climber named Wakamo Inarizushi was like a tornado that wouldn't stop unless she was killed.
"Better this way, actually."
Sneering and scorning Korea.
Among the Korean climbers who'd defected abroad, some had mocked Korea.
Enduring that humiliation, they'd barely built themselves up, and now they were finally taking flight.
"Who sits there taking abuse from someone snapping at them? No one's that much of a fool."
Kieeeing—clunk clunk—kieeeing—
Unclear if it was the U.S. government's intent, but they had intel from a cooperative special forces agent on their side, plus data on individual climbers brought by Asuka.
Legendary class. Their uniqueness and strength were so evident just looking at Wakamo that explaining it would leave your jaw aching.
But if asked if that made them invincible, absolutely not.
Each class had distinct traits, coming with equally significant drawbacks.
Plus, with countless people gunning for their lives to claim Legendary status, they were targeted by all sorts of things in modern society.
Yeah, it wasn't a class you could call unconditionally good.
"Everyone read the briefing materials properly, right?"
"I used that as a coaster!"
"Ugh! Pilot!!!"
The manager somehow held back her curses and shrieked.
Even so, she didn't cross the line as a manager.
Amazed at her own superhuman patience, she took a deep breath.
A battered train rattling uneasily along the tracks.
Torrential rain darkening the shadows even further raised the Han River's water level, flooding up to Seodaemun District without end.
Lightning incessantly flashing and striking illuminated the darkness.
Each time that light struck, the shadows seemed to come alive and writhe, filling the body with inescapable dread and fear, making it heavy.
It wasn't just the weight of soaked clothes—all the conditions were far from ideal.
And in that state, they were fighting a Legendary class.
『Outlaw』.
Just as it sounded: "One who exists outside the law." Simple.
No telling what the Tower was thinking giving a class to a guy who went around breaking laws, but Jackson called him a pleasure killer.
Simple story. He loved beating people to death, so he became an Outlaw.
He'd bragged himself that one of his class change conditions was "Beat 100 people to death with your bare fists."
America was vast, but evading capture while doing that could be called a talent in its own right.
Similar to [Fighter], but with agility, raw strength, even durability.
He could chase a speeding train, rip steel like pudding with brute force, and withstand powerful blows without toppling, unyieldingly tough.
Pure human prowess, plus skills like sprays that blinded foes and ones like an Architect's that pulled all sorts of weapons from his pockets.
Especially deadly with throws—needles or knives on the daily, pulling guns for sprays or wielding knives for slashing without hesitation.
The most headache-inducing part was [Taunt], which stripped opponents of their reason.
Fights between climbers already demanded cool-headedness. Giving in to rage led to sloppy brawls and massive openings.
And then?
Death. Simple as that.
He even coated his weapons with all sorts of poisons.
A murderer who never hesitated to kill.
Specialized in fleeing when at a disadvantage too—what more was there to say?
Jackson mocked him as a coward.
Ambushing even strong climbers, pulling guns mid-fight claiming it was fair.
And now such a man was coming to kill Jackson. Even if buried, he'd claw his way out as a superhuman?
Pure matchup issue.
...
...
Recalling her explanation to Pilot about the Outlaw chasing the train, Won Da-hye swallowed hard, tense.
Splash splash—
Water sounds echoed.
He'd followed the flying train that had escaped.
The how didn't matter. The entire group stared at the Western man standing before them.
Not quite Wakamo's size, but the hulking blond musclehead smirked as he slowly scanned the group.
"Hide-and-seek over, ladies? No real grudge here, but I love a good fight. Especially smashing the skulls of so-called martial artists—best fun there is."
As he raised his fist with a grin, Won Da-hye drew her sword from her waist and swung.
The sharp slash, like cleaving the flashing light itself, was caught bare-handed and halted by the Outlaw, who laughed heartily, gums bared, and unleashed a kick.
Won Da-hye tossed her sword and leaped back, drawing her gun to fire, while two climber squad members drew identical swords, replicating her swordsmanship as they charged.
Incoming bullets crumpled against his black clothes and fell.
Sweeping blades were lightly blocked by the guards on his forearms.
The Outlaw.
"I'll slaughter you all, you Asian monkey bastards!!"
Ichigo's gun barrel spat fire. The Outlaw tanked the hail of bullets bare-bodied, then punched the two sword-swinging squad members from both sides into a building wall.
Slipping out of the light, darkness engulfed them; seeing the squad members sucked in, Pilot hurled a fireball spell to create light.
Whoosh—!
Sheathing her sword and swinging the scabbard like a club, Won Da-hye clashed head-on, erupting in thick smoke.
A pouch of instant-acting drugs? Vision warped and rippled, but gritting her teeth, she chewed the antidote prepped in her mouth, snapped back to senses, and "ejected" the scabbard at his nape.
Thud-boom! Flames burst as the scabbard shot forward.
But far from surprised, the Outlaw headbutted it to shards, his fist flying in.
Won Da-hye dove into that fist instead, lightning-swift swing slicing precisely through his clothes' gap.
Blood sprayed, yet the slashed Outlaw yelled, still grinning.
"They say all climbers left in Korea are worthless shits, and it's true!! That all you got?!"
She mustn't fall for the taunt, but veins bulged on Won Da-hye's forehead.
"Even back-alley thugs swing swords better than you, bitch!! Ditch the sword and class change to zoo monkey!!"
The sword moved.
Through the pouring rain between flashing light trails—Won Da-hye, backlit by light piercing the dark, savagely slashed and carved the Outlaw wildly, her blade whistling eerily.
Blade caught on his armor, sparks flying, chipping the edge, but she swung furiously in rage, uncaring.
Targeting face and nape, slicing ears in half, scraping nose bridge, tearing cheeks, pouring murderous strikes at the Outlaw.
Her two squad members formed a sword formation, drawing blades for a pincer attack.
With three in range, the Outlaw gripped his stance with a skill and shout.
"Karate?"
Anyone could see the blatant karate stance; Pilot grimaced in disgust as—
The swords in their hands slipped from grips and flew off in forced [Disarm].
This skill had killed countless climbers trying to grab him.
And his slashed wounds had already stopped bleeding, healing to regeneration.
Surrounded by three, slashed by swords, shot by bullets, yet standing firm—it evoked Wakamo.
As the two squad members thrust fists, boom—explosions rocked, cracking their gear.
But the Outlaw's counter-fist brought a bigger blast, sending them flying, vomiting blood.
Then, as Won Da-hye tried to deflect the incoming fist—
He'd drawn a dagger, mercilessly stabbing her body and chest; the dagger in his hand shifted to a gun, spraying bullets at the staggering Won Da-hye.
Bullets ricocheted off the translucent barrier; matching the gun's rate, he hammered a punch rush.
"Urgh...!"
Finally sent flying back, Won Da-hye checked her barrier's status.
No wounds, but he'd proven no pushover. Mixing punches with sly sweeps, his attacks scratched even the barrier with lethal power.
A guy with a record of annihilating a police unit solo. Calling in support via gates would just make them sandbags.
'Bad matchup.'
He used weapons himself, yet resisted blades.
Plus resistance to poisons.
Nothing more headache-inducing than this purely brute type.
Ignoring Won Da-hye glaring on her knees, the Outlaw turned away.
Clear disdain—treating the foe right in front of him as no threat.
"Huh?"
Scanning for the other "two kids," he realized the downed agents had vanished.
Swallowed by the dark? Climber vs. climber or not, this was monster territory. No room for carelessness.
"Got distracted, huh? Just now..."
Especially against someone who could [Assimilate] with that darkness.
Fwoosh—!!
Rain turned to snow mid-fall, puddles at his feet freezing solid in an instant.
Pilot emerged from the shadows, grinning as she shook off her hands behind the ice-statued Outlaw.
"Ambushing martial artists...? Stick to guns or swords. You're just street thug level!!"
"—More manly than those gay dojo-rolling pansies, no?"
Even frozen, he shrugged off the ice like dust, spinning to hurl a fist at Pilot.
She grabbed to parry and flow it, but a blade popped from his guard.
Sickening slice—Pilot's wrist severed and fell; the raging fist smashed her face.
Her wrist dropped with a thud, blood gushing from the clean stump.
"Pilot!!"
Ichigo yelled, seeing Pilot stagger clutching her face.
Gun ineffective, he gripped his waist sword to charge—but the Outlaw donned sunglasses.
Flashbang hurled overhead.
Too late—ringing tinnitus, detonating flash.
Even closed eyes useless against the intense light and blast; Ichigo hunched, screaming.
The Outlaw shot Pilot's knee, forcing her down, mocking her.
"Martial artists my ass. What's the difference from outdated chimps? Train all you want, one bullet ends you."
Then, gun trained on Ichigo.
Trigger pulled, bullet fired.
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Thud thud—
"I'm going nuts worrying about the ladies! That bastard's a total psycho!"
"Watch your mouth!"
Asuka raced, luring every monster in Seodaemun District.
Keeping unidentified monsters from Won Da-hye, Ichigo, and Pilot's group.
Even as a plan, too reckless—Jackson yelled, clinging to Asuka's back.
With support units fully mobilized to light things up, they sprinted full tilt.
Their goal wasn't repelling the Six Evils or German climbers.
It was subduing monsters from the Tower collapse.
Asuka sped through all of Seodaemun, Jackson under support escort steadily building light-emitting structures to banish the dark.
Erecting barriers to block monsters from Eunpyeong, Jung, and Yongsan Districts while maintaining the lights.
Initially, they'd hoped for double gain: monsters touching dark sinking into shadows, devoured—before the domain expanded too much!!
The expansion was so subtle even they hadn't noticed at first, but the sheer monster numbers were the problem.
"Work done!!"
Jackson yelled that installing the lighthouse beacon was complete.
Then—clunking noise, intense light erupted, shadows recoiling like fleeing.
Way bigger than imagined.
Rainmaker's rain thickened the dark even more—headache-inducing.
Anxious Jackson fretted if the ladies would die to the Outlaw.
If Wakamo alone going to Rainmaker was okay.
Unceasing worry, yet steadily working.
Even planned fallback positions and routes—Asuka had mapped every path.
The safest spot where monsters wouldn't interfere.
Just climber vs. climber; win with pure skill, done.
Worried about Wakamo too, but Manager Won Da-hye said she was fine, and don't worry about Pilot.
They had cutting-edge gear to protect climbers, intel on the foe from Jackson, Asuka, U.S. government.
Fight dirty: blind him, poison him.
"That white guy's surely ex-gangster. They say whites avoid powder or keep distance!!"
Rumble—
Ominous thunderclouds gathered, rain intensifying.
If willed, Rainmaker could whip storms or freeze—his power.
Hence the absurd sight: Architect installing sturdy mini-lighthouses to withstand lightning without monster destruction.
"But either way, fighting means we can't win?"
"Damn, can't argue that."
Builder or saboteur, Outlaw's [Disarm] was a first-sight killer.
Nailing the head from hiding could wound fatally, but not kill.
Jackson learned that getting beaten by Outlaw while challenging his rank!
Then Rainmaker?
...
....
"You're here, Fox God. Spirit of this land. Did you finish off my comrade Ahani?"
"Strutting around flaunting Native American pride."
"Got pride, special pride. The Tower certified our tribe truly upholds earth and spirits, communes with sky."
"—So no thoughts of reviving your tribe?"
"That's why I killed—for that. Can't grasp it? A spirit spouting such human words."
The copper-skinned man in Indian chief garb, face painted like a feral beast, addressed Wakamo.
Among countless nature spirits, he'd never seen one with Wakamo's distinct form existing for real.
Foe or not, as their worshiper, he'd show respect—or so Rainmaker smiled.
But Wakamo could guess his black heart without words. A man devoured by greed for power.
"Ahani... if you mean the pale human, Pilot can handle herself. Came personally 'cause I got questions for you."
"Honor... What?"
"You're the longest-serving Six Evils among U.S. climbers, right? Coming for Jackson—is it higher-ups' orders?"
"Nah. Bad rep for pandering to U.S. gov. Six Evils are pretty free, y'know."
"—Then d'you know why your boss is after me?"
"Ask him yourself!!"
Dodging Rainmaker's arrow shot with those words, Wakamo charged.
Mana-infused rain poured, riddling Wakamo's body with holes—lightning from sky pierced her simultaneously.
Regrettably, none depleted her mana at once.
Crackle—
Lightning-transformed Wakamo blitzed at immense speed, kicking at Rainmaker's gut.
"ᏩᏯ ᎤᏳᏏᏗ!"
Chant-summoned wolf spirit leaped from air, boldly biting her leg to halt her with force.
Rainmaker—Legendary [Shaman] lineage. Freely wielded weather, commanded spirits in mysticism. Plus skills honed hunting wildlife as one of few true Native Americans living wild, upholding nature and tradition.
Now, hunting humans with Outlaw, fearlessly charging climber Wakamo.
Mana Burn-imbued longsword swung threateningly in "defense," keeping distance.
Threat: if Wakamo closed, slash with Mana Burn blade.
Even with allies evacuated safely, Rainmaker could raze Seoul anew, collapsing the capital—Wakamo couldn't rashly approach. He knew she'd die swept up, yet blatantly fought dirty.
"ᎠᏂᏣᏍᎩᎵ ᎠᏓᏅᏍᏗ!"
Ghosts surged, spreading; buildings morphed to ghost golems, rising arms swatting Wakamo.
Ghosts diving water birthed water ghosts firing sharp jets; Wakamo dashed water surface evading.
From safe rooftop, Rainmaker sniped arrows—living arrows pierced Wakamo's ankle precisely.
Unreadable runes glowed along the shaft, spreading.
"ᎠᎵᏖᎸᎲᏍᎬ ᎠᎹ!!"
Slamming raised staff down, ground quaked. Hot subterranean heat; flame snakes chased Wakamo from fissures—lava erupted higher than buildings, swallowing and incinerating her.
Rainmaker's wondrous skill: inducing artificial quakes.
Even shaped falling lightning to bird-form pursuit, slashing Wakamo's back wings-deep through flames, severing spine.
"ᎠᎺᎵᎨ ᏢᏓᏥ ᎤᏅᏣᏗ ᎦᏅᏙᎬ"
Endless, unknown skill count.
Rainmaker showed veteran U.S. Six Evils Legendary splendor.
One more skill: darkness jaguar-formed, curse-fanged, biting Wakamo's nape.
Flame snakes gripped limbs, water ghosts pierced body with jets.
Ground split wide like jaws, swallowing lower half, crunching viciously.
"Asia's Fox God!! Original plan killed up to that money ghost. But you're a threat to our boss. Die here."
Quakes terrain collapse, ghost-possessed buildings fight.
Tough for Architect Jackson no matter what.
Plus, shielding from Wakamo's ranged potshots with spirits—Jackson's nail strikes unlikely to land.
But his one mistake:
Not knowing why Wakamo came alone.
Even Adelheit hadn't gone when May fell—knowing her artist skill [Human Special Attack]. Going risked getting swept.
Worried somewhat about Won Da-hye's group, but trusted her confidence.
"....Taken care of?"
Unlike Tower, no death confirmation—only check. Approaching limp Wakamo with sent spirits—
Illusion dispelled, revealing mannequin. Realizing Adelheit's lovingly crafted dummy, Rainmaker startled, raising guard—but
Portal opened, Wakamo emerged via camera lock behind him.
"No need for two Rainmakers in this world."
"....Two? Another Rainmaker besides me...?"
"Legal Kobokan recognizes only one Rain Master inheriting Rain Shaman blood!!!!"
Who...?
Rainmaker puzzled, answered by incoming fist.
Clinging spirits cursed arms, drained "vitality," weakening Wakamo—but thrust's momentum undiminished.
[Shamans] worst matchup for Wakamo, like [Shamans].
Unknown Wakamo's weakness was mana—but her very existence mana, dies without it—fatal error.
"Bokobokoboko!!"
Merciless face combos.
"Bokobokobokobokobokobokobokoboko!!"
Face, chest, gut, limbs. Wakamo's fluid punches battered Rainmaker savagely, smashing.
Unleashed till protective spirits all perished!!
"Chant the spell, shine on the world, sparkling light!!"
Pummeling lyrics in rhythm. Ten body-compressed blows in a blink.
"Be the sun lighting your day!"
Rainmaker floated up; Wakamo leaped building, spinning midair—
"Kobokan!!"
VTuber nickname as kiai, exploding rain burst; kick slammed him asphalt-deep, halting rain.
"You're too un-cute to hold the Rainmaker title."
Just bearing it profaned her beloved VTuber.
Villain thus, merciless violence gifted—yet promoted true Rainmaker, Wakamo shook water from hair.
"Guurgh..."
Spares his life, 200 hits tuned, road-slammed kick—yet conscious, Rainmaker glared, vomiting blood.
Daring defile cute true Rainmaker despite un-cute—Wakamo crushed the Indian, asked.
"So, why's your boss targeting me?"
"........Hah....Doesn't matter....I'll tell... Our boss...seeks you 'cause...."
You don't exist as Legendary class.
"...Huh?"
"Our boss...has power to class change to Legendary....Get why Six Evils loyal...?"
Thus, no unknown classes to boss—Rainmaker fainted.
Unknown class? More, power to enable class change...?
Strictly, knows conditions.
If so, all Legendaries would be Six Evils.
"Nonexistent Legendary class...."
That's why so crudely made...!!
Incheon Tower bastard!!
Used me as prototype?!
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Ichigo kept calm.
Blind, deaf.
Barrier or not, neutralized unchanged.
Grateful sword hilt still in hand?
Rain-masked scents; Ichigo's mana surged.
Wakamo's 40-point invested [Mana Manipulation] taught to him—blind/deaf heightened internal mana flow vividly.
Sharpened senses, body reinforced; reflexively drew and swung sword, slicing something.
Ting—!
Blind/deaf yet batting bullet—Outlaw flinched at Ichigo's move.
Red plum blossoms bloomed along blade; Ichigo charged Outlaw.
Flashbang-blinded eyes unfocused, but crimson eyes gleamed eerily in dark, chilling like predator's.
Irked at his own fear, Outlaw dual-wielded guns, spraying bullets.
But—Ichigo, stats mostly [Agility] from floors up, instinctively sensed incoming peril, batting all bullets away with sword.
Initially grazed shoulder/legs, but precision grew—
[[Sharp Instinct] skill acquired!]
Reached skill enlightenment; Ichigo's blade slashed Outlaw's palm.
But Outlaw gripped it, yanked Ichigo in, claw-equipped to rip gut.
Power-disadvantaged Ichigo released sword—but Outlaw faster.
"Grrr—"
Instant, beast roar behind; swung claws snagged thick hide. Even wrist-fixed claws wouldn't pierce skin.
"Tell me what 'next chairman' means, Yankee bastard."
Massive bear stood. No, woman turned bear. Beastkin Won Da-hye exhaled roughly, fist smashing Outlaw's face.
"Means second strongest in Korea—!!!"
Slim before, one-sidedly pushed; beastkin shift—bone-cracking, Outlaw staggered.
Power level different. Ragged clothes shredded roaring beast charge; each hit bone-shattered deafeningly vicious.
But briefly.
Knife flung from pocket stabbed Won Da-hye's gut puuk.
Blink—nine knives embedded!
"Graaaah!!"
Poison-coated? Stab sites blackened.
"Hah—Beastkin martial arts strong? Just bulked up, moron. What era is this, swinging fists!!"
"Bullshit."
Voice from behind. Pilot, [Shape Change] decomposed/reformed far-eyes, grinned fist raised.
"Karate's an all-weather comprehensive martial art."
Outlaw spun, flinging knives—all one-handed parried; Pilot grinned posture set, couldn't hold back.
"Dream to get strong... Before that, love this era. Can beat monsters silly... But best is pounding people!!"
No complex tactics or number games in fight.
Body honed idolizing father, pure karate unarmed—smash all!
"Martial arts got no fouls!!! Groin strikes, weapons—use anything!! Me too!!"
"Then die, monkey!!"
Claws pierced Pilot deep.
But no blood drop.
Mana-less attacks dealt her zero damage.
Palm-slice instant: Ichigo's blade-applied [Mana Leak Potion].
Our alchemist poison-specialist pro. Not immune, but resistance takes effect—his low mana known to them.
"Man's chosen death-life. No regrets."
Steel-clad flame-wreathed Pilot iron fist pulverized Outlaw's groin.
Crushing intent straight hit.
Monkey-faced scream agony thrash; Outlaw flailed wildly at Pilot—but mist-dissolved, she dove, hammered again.
Lower-to-upper groin uppercut.
"Finisher"
Kieeeing—!!
Steel to lightning.
Gathering flashes converged on fist.
"Navy Karate Fist!!"
Thunderclap smash spun Outlaw face-once fast.
"You bitch!!!"
"He tanked that?!"
Even Won Da-hye shocked at absurd tenacity.
Mid-flyback force-landed, drew hidden sleeve needle, charged Pilot-killing.
Poison waned? Mana-clung needle—but Pilot unrelenting.
All-situation karate—ignore, face-smash.
Outlaw dodged needle? No, throat-slash intent.
Regrettably, Pilot tougher than thought.
Needle eye-stuck—no blink.
"Won't dodge..?!"
"Any karate black belt shuts eyes scared of incoming? Idiot—!!"
Arm steel, lightning-accelerated, flame-wrapped—all-out smash.
Karate iron fist to Outlaw chest.
Bone-crack blood-spray; Outlaw hurled back.
Manager Won Da-hye X-chop high hand gut-down.
Ichigo dual-gripped military warhammer, deep breath, face-smashed.
Nose collapsed, teeth shattered wretched; Outlaw twitched limp.
Portal opened, agents rushed, restrained Outlaw.
Mid-that, Pilot casually pulled eye-needle; med team screamed.
"Miss Pilot, your severed hand..."
"Oh? Reattached."
[Shape Change]—any body part fine; grinned.
Palm-rubbed eye clean restored, "See? Fine," laughed.
"Ah! Should've eyepatch-excused the injury!"
"Now?!"
"C'mon, celebrate win."
"No booze on duty, pro."
"Hit head too hard..."
"Rain makes water taste good!!"
Grumbling yet pocketing Ichigo's offered booze happily, Pilot turned—rain stopped.
Simultaneously, hundred lighthouses across Seodaemun blazed.
Dark receded, pooling one spot—revealing boss monster.
Devoured all zone monsters, Seodaemun ruler menaced invitingly, murderously.