Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: For the Sake of Family
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Wherever people gathered to live, whether in the martial world or reality, there was one unchanging truth.
The person with the greatest power and strength reigned supreme.
And to protect what was theirs, one absolutely needed power or strength.
Upon returning to reality, Yong-un sensed that these truths held firm even here.
For his family's sake, he raced to seize power.
In the early days, lacking any knowledge of this world or its power brokers, he kept himself hidden.
Then, the moment he found the fastest path to power, Yong-un claimed it alone.
So swiftly that no one caught even a glimpse of his afterimage.
"I'm sorry... Truly sorry."
And as time passed, just as Yong-un intended, he obtained power.
The immense authority of a top-ranked hunter, one whose influence stretched beyond Korea to the entire world.
Seeing Hwang Man-sik and his son Hwang Geum-seok bowing their heads before him reaffirmed that he'd done well to build his influence and claim that power.
"S-s-sorry."
Without that power, he couldn't have shielded his sister from Hwang Geum-seok's vile schemes.
"Yo-Young... sir..."
Yong-un, gazing down at Hwang Geum-seok, shifted his eyes to Sena.
He'd delivered a satisfying blow, but in the end, she'd have no choice but to leave the company she'd vowed her life to.
'Maybe that's for the best.'
It wasn't some reckless act.
With the president's son—the very face of the company—in such a state, her hard work here wouldn't change the bleak future he could clearly envision.
For a place like this, it was better to walk away, join another firm, or seek new paths. That was his judgment, and the deed was done.
But of course, Yong-un checked Sena's reaction.
This was all just his own thinking; he had no idea how the person herself felt about it.
'Still, it looks okay.'
As he studied her face, Yong-un smirked.
Sena, staring at the Hwang duo, let out a deep, relieved sigh laced with a smile.
"Phew... Feels so refreshing."
He'd worried she might resent it.
But her expression was bright and unburdened, nothing like his fears.
"What should we do?"
Yong-un asked, looking at her.
Sena pointed at herself with her index finger.
"Huh? You're asking me?"
"Of course. I came here for you, sis."
"Really? Is that so?"
In a situation where she might have to quit, what was going through her head?
Sena flashed a wicked grin as she looked down at the Hwangs.
"Can you do what I want?"
"Anything. Just say it."
At Yong-un's confident tone, Sena smiled and glanced away.
Not going for harsh punishment on the Hwangs?
Yong-un's thoughts paused as her gaze locked onto Team Leader Bang Mi-kyung, who stood smiling nearby.
"Team leader, let's go ahead with that thing we talked about last time."
"Uh... what?"
Bang Mi-kyung's face twisted awkwardly under the sudden spotlight.
Sena raised her voice.
"You know, what we talked about over drinks!"
"Th-that..."
"Initial capital and clients? No worries. My little bro will handle it all."
Initial capital and clients?
What did that have to do with punishment?
Yong-un met Sena's expectant eyes and shrugged.
"No idea what you're talking about, but if I can help, count me in for anything."
"See? He says he can do it!"
"B-but we don't have enough people..."
"Why not? They're right here."
Sena gestured to the surrounding employees.
The ones who'd worked diligently without cozying up to Hwang Man-sik.
"Screw it, I don't care anymore!"
Bang Mi-kyung stared at them, her wavering focus sharpening as she bellowed.
"We're doing it! For my people! We're doing it!"
"Yes!"
Sena pumped her fist and turned to Yong-un.
He smirked back.
'I see what they're up to.'
Yong-un had survived the Heavenly Demon Cult on sharp instincts and keen observation.
How could he miss it now?
He nodded at her wordless plea.
"I'll help."
"Awesome! Okay, here's the plan—"
"I already know what you want. I'll make sure they hand it all over."
Hwang Man-sik and Hwang Geum-seok exchanged glances, trembling.
Yong-un smiled at the oblivious pair and stepped closer.
"All deals with Garosu Guild and Hwarang Guild are done."
"Th-then we're ruined. Please... I beg you."
"I was planning to hit up every other guild and kill those deals too... Guess I'll do that."
"Gasp! N-no! S-sorry!!"
Hwang Man-sik bowed frantically, body shaking.
Those two guilds made up 40 percent of their total volume and revenue.
Losing the rest on top? Bankruptcy in a heartbeat, just like he said.
Hwang kept bowing, hands quivering.
"Fine, the other guild deals stay."
"Th-thank you! Thank you!!"
"But you'll cut one deal with me."
Yong-un grinned wide.
Nose to the floor, Hwang Man-sik lifted his head slowly, face uneasy.
The instant his eyes met Yong-un's smile, chills erupted across his skin.
"Accept every resignation from employees who want out."
"Y-yes...?"
"Not getting it?"
Hwang tilted his head like that's the condition?
But fearing a change of heart, he shook his head wildly.
"No! I'll do it! All of them!"
Confirmation secured.
Yong-un smiled at Sena.
Then he straightened, nodding.
"Deal's done. The rest of your clients are safe."
"Thank you... Truly."
"Out in 10 seconds. Take the trash."
"Yes!"
Hwang Man-sik lurched to his feet.
"You bastard! Up!"
"Wh-what?"
Irredeemable trash stayed trash.
In this mess, Hwang Geum-seok rose sluggishly, shooting his father a clueless look.
Slap!
Unable to hold back, Hwang Man-sik backhanded his cheek.
"Move it!"
"Ow..."
He wore a shocked face, like his cheek had never known pain.
But moments later, Hwang Man-sik half-dragged the stunned Hwang Geum-seok out of the pension.
"......"
It felt like a massive storm had blown through.
After the Hwangs fled, silence blanketed the pension.
But it didn't last.
Yong-un flashed Sena a grin, and she, Bang Mi-kyung, and a few sharp employees high-fived with cheers.
"Yes! We did it!"
"Aah... Is this a dream...?"
"What's going on?"
A clueless employee's question cut through the cheers.
But the others ignored it, recapturing the fun MT vibe they'd aimed for—cracking open soju bottles.
Employees joyfully swigged beer, grilled meat, and poured shots.
Yong-un watched quietly before turning toward the terrace threshold.
"Where you going?"
As he pivoted off the step,
Sena grabbed his hand.
"My part's done. This place isn't mine anymore."
She let go with a bright smile.
"Thanks, little bro."
"No biggie. Capital, clients, staff—whatever you need, just say. I'll make it happen."
"Whoa~ Top hunter power? No joke. Seriously grateful. Things have been rough."
Dropping her usual playfulness, she gave a thumbs-up, eyes misty.
Clearly, the mental toll had been heavy.
Yong-un smirked.
"No thanks needed. We're family."
Family.
Her eyes widened at the word.
Then she burst into hearty laughter.
"Yeah! You punk! We're family! Ten years gone or not! Blood family!"
"Heh."
With her final shout, Yong-un stepped over the threshold and vanished.
Leaving behind a lingering whisper: "Yeah, we're family."
By the time he got home, night had deepened.
Finding the house empty, Yong-un climbed to the roof and gazed leisurely at the night sky.
'Family...'
He smirked.
Sena's word brought a smile to his lips.
His long efforts were finally paying off.
The rifts in the family, born during his long absence, were slowly mending.
Mother, father, big sister, and his only little brother Myung-un.
The presence of Yong-un, once erased from their lives, was seeping back in—deeply, thoroughly.
Bound together by that cherished phrase: blood family.
"Was the night sky always this beautiful?"
Clear heavens and shimmering moonlight.
Unusually, they filled him with joy.
"Not the sky that changed. Me."
Returned to reality on his terms, Yong-un had transformed completely.
From the Heavenly Demon Cult's Demon Commander and Sword Demon...
To Lee Jung-hwan and his wife's second son, Yong-un. Perfectly.
Lying there, he slowly peeled his back off the roof.
Then stood fully and pulled out his phone.
"Sword Tiger."
"Yes, another favor, master?"
"From the gates Garosu Guild's handling, pick the five toughest and priciest."
"Pardon? You're hitting gates yourself?"
"Yeah. Got a feeling I'll need cash."
Smiling, he descended the roof.
"Master raiding gates? Heh heh, if I can tag along, I'll select the trickiest, most lucrative ones I know."
Yong-un smirked at Sword Tiger's reply.
"Starting martial arts and already a true warrior, eh?"
"Naturally. Who'm I the disciple of?"
His transparency drew another smile from Yong-un.
"Bring the Demon Dragon Corps too. Can't let you hog all the gains, corps leader."
"Of course! Was already planning to. What better lesson than this?"
"Forgot already? You, the corps—all mine."
"I know! Don't just pamper Ghost Kill Annihilation—spare some love for us!"
At the clowning, Yong-un smirked once more.
"Heh. Be ready in two minutes. I'm arriving then."
How could he not adore him?
Especially with that spark of friendly rivalry.
Sword Tiger's antics reminded him of the Heavenly Demon Cult's Demon Phantom Army General.
Hiding his delight, Yong-un hung up.
He gazed at the pristine night sky, drawing up his demonic energy.
With a light tap of his foot, he vanished without a trace.