Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Judgment
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A lavishly decorated interior.
On the massive bed, nude female bodies lay sprawled about.
The women's bodies were mottled with bruises from abuse.
Naked Do Chun-seong sat at the foot of the enormous bed, receiving a report from his subordinate.
And between his legs, a naked woman had her face buried.
Do Chun-seong was the leader of the raider gang that had seized control of Jocheon. His face was the very picture of a brutal criminal.
His raider group had set up their lair in a large supermarket brimming with supplies.
They were a true lawless mob where might made right.
Most were criminals and lunatics, and they frequently killed each other in squabbles.
As a result, they had fewer Awakeners than the soldier bastards in Sejong City, leaving their forces lagging behind.
But the news his subordinate had brought was impossible to ignore.
"A generator that runs on blue stones?"
It was information leaked from a spy they'd planted in the soldier camp.
They generally avoided the Sejong City side because of the soldier group, but something like that changed everything.
Do Chun-seong had heard rumors of them collecting blue stones from monsters, so he'd had his men gather some just in case.
To think they had such a vital use!
'Should've had the kids collect more diligently. Time to work them harder now...'
Procuring fuel for the generators was already at its limit.
From the story, it wasn't even the soldiers who had it.
So there was no need to risk clashing with them.
'Ridiculous. A trade...?'
Ludicrously, the soldier bastards seemed intent on trading instead of just killing and taking.
He got that the guy with the item was strong, but he didn't have any backing force.
No matter how tough, he couldn't withstand a barrage of bullets and clubs.
"Good work. Your husband, the one we infiltrated into the camp, brought solid intel."
"........."
The woman fellating Do Chun-seong couldn't reply.
"Here's your reward."
With his words, a fishy liquid spread through her mouth.
-Gulp gulp.
She wanted to vomit but forced it down. She didn't even want to imagine the horrors if she spat it out.
"Assemble the crew."
Do Chun-seong issued the order to his subordinate with a languid smile from his release.
-Bududududu.
The raucous noise made the kids eating lunch together flinch.
At first, they thought a helicopter had taken off.
A familiar but grating, unaccustomed clamor noisily filled the outside.
After the Cheonbuman incident, they'd installed CCTV cameras filming the building's exterior.
Suni displayed the CCTV feed in my field of view.
A pack of motorcycles racing down the road came into sight.
I wondered if they were just passing by.
-Kwang!
A fireball shot from the hand of one rider obliterated the barricaded school gate.
Motorcycles then poured in nonstop.
It was far too purposeful to be a casual stopover.
No one would mistake it for friendly intentions.
'Ruins my appetite.'
As I rose from my chair, the kids stood as well.
A faint anger simmered on Seolhwa's face.
The others wore tense expressions.
"My lord, I'll go with you."
"I'll fight too."
"O-Oppa. Me too!"
As Awakeners, I understood their confidence somewhat.
But fighting humans was different from monsters.
The kids besides Seolhwa likely had almost no experience against people.
Probably no killing experience either.
Even if they did, it wouldn't be routine.
Modern humans naturally recoiled from murder.
"Seolhwa, follow me. The rest, protect the kids here."
-Janggrang.
The bastards cackled as stones shattered building windows.
'Fuck...'
I had to head out before they smashed every window.
Outside, the punks huddled on the playground, throwing stones—their eyes locked on me.
The mix of Awakeners and normals numbered around 40 to 50.
They'd probably raided a military unit; each gripped K2 rifles and such.
Awakeners looked under ten. Mostly F-Rank trash.
"Fuck! He's built like a tank!"
"Filming a sageuk...? What's with the hanbok chick?"
"Ooh!! Hot face."
"I'll fuck that bitch."
"Bullshit! Mine."
Grimy faces and rags.
Classic thug talk.
No clue where they slithered from, but their type was obvious.
"Hey! You're the generator guy...!"
A mana spear slammed into the thug's head mid-sentence.
"How many to spare."
"Understood, my lord."
Mana enveloped my body, forming black armor.
I conjured mana armor for Seolhwa too—couldn't let her flawless skin get scratched. Mana interference worked fine up close, no issue at this range.
"F-Fuck! Attack!"
-Tatang! Druluk!
-Hwarur!
Deeming me the threat, bullets and fireballs concentrated on me.
-Tiring! Ting! Ting! Kwang!!
Shoddy attacks harmless to bare skin couldn't pierce mana armor.
A dust cloud billowed from the barrage on me.
"D-Did we get him?!"
-Puk!
A mana spear pierced the fool's head.
"F-Fuck! He's not down!"
"St-Stop that crazy bitch!"
While they fired at me, Seolhwa had already burrowed into their midst, sword flashing.
Each swing of her blade, laced with subtle sword aura, lopped off heads, arms, legs.
I strolled up leisurely, hurling mana spears to pulverize skulls one by one.
"Die!!"
-Buaang!
One charged me on his motorcycle.
I seized the bike and flung it aside.
-Kwongdang!!
"Kuaaah!!"
The mangled rider screamed alongside the wreckage.
Then my honed senses detected something closing from the left.
I punched thin air there—a blood fountain erupted.
A dagger-wielding man, chest caved in, materialized from nothing.
"H-How...?"
He collapsed, eyes wide in horror.
'Invisibility Awakener? First I've seen.'
But that was all.
"Just die!!"
A grenade sailed in.
I caught it, encased in mana.
It detonated—a faint vibration in my palm. The containing mana dispersed; shrapnel pattered down.
The thrower blanched at the sight.
"M-Monster..."
-Puk!
Mana spear to the head—his final words.
Only now did terror bleach their faces amid the slaughter by me and Seolhwa.
"Fuck! R-Run!!"
-Brung!!
One revved his bike to bolt.
I hurled a mana spear at the fleeing bike.
The bike shattered; the rider tumbled across the ground.
"S-Surrender!! Sp-Spare me!!!"
Sensing doom, one clutched his head and groveled flat.
Others followed, begging one by one.
-Dudududu.
Motorcycle engines droned across the now-quiet playground.
The noise grated.
"Hey, kill the engines?"
Prostrated, they rolled eyes at each other.
-Puk!
Mana spear into one's head.
"Eek!!!"
They scrambled up, shut off nearby running bikes, then groveled again.
Finally quiet.
Seolhwa dragged the six lucky survivors before me.
I didn't know torture.
Seolhwa probably didn't either.
By their looks, not the tight-lipped type.
'Rough 'em up enough, something'll spill.'
"Hey, where you from."
Terror-stricken, they eyed one another.
I was seriously pissed.
Windows smashed, over 40 filthy corpses to clear.
-Puk!
One's head exploded; he crumpled.
"Eek!! J-Jocheon!!!"
Not tight-lipped after all.
'Far off?'
Suni kindly answered my question.
Such a large gang running rampant meant...
That place was pretty livable.
Conversely, human-friendly meant not a prime hunting ground.
"What group are you?"
"Judgment."
"What? Judgment? The hell's that?"
"....Our......group's name..."
"Bullshit."
Obviously Jocheon's raiders preying on survivors, but what a dumbass name.
"Why'd you come."
"Heard you had a generator running on blue stones..."
"Where'd you hear that."
"We have an informant with the soldier bastards..."
Soldier bastards probably meant Jang Seo-won's military survivor group across the river.
Seemed their spy had passed on the intel.