Chapter Index

    The response to the suggestion that if you want to ask for help, you should talk to them face to face was quick.

    “Boss accepted Hunter Kim Do-jin’s request.”

    “Are you going to meet me?”

    “Yes. You have already boarded a plane to Korea for that.”

    “It’s good because it’s fast.”

    I like it because time doesn’t drag on.

    But if you think about it the other way around, it means that you don’t have that much free time.

    “Call me as soon as you get an appointment.”

    “Yes, that’s right.”

    After exchanging brief details and ending the call, I lean back in my chair and think about what he said yesterday.

    “They have the same root.”

    There are only two things that can be tied together by the same roots as the abnormal human being named Chris Emir.

    The Zodiac boss is another personality that came out of Francis Meyer’s body.

    Or an apostle or priest endowed with the power of arrogance.

    The former is close to impossible.

    If there had been another personality, Mr. Francis would have told me.

    So, the answer is ultimately Oman, the descendants of Superbia.

    “Then it all makes sense.”

    The two organizations have helped each other since the past, and they suddenly became enemies.

    This was bound to happen because they were all followers of the same goddess.

    Because power can become stronger by devouring the same power.

    In the beginning, they may have been able to coexist because they didn’t feel the need for it.

    But isn’t this happening because of Chris’s greed to gain a little more strength when the end is near?

    “… Whatever it is, I can’t just sit back and watch.”

    I can’t just sit back and watch that guy get stronger.

    However, we cannot rashly decide to form an alliance with the other party yet.

    Because I don’t know if everything the boss of the Zodiac told me was true or false.

    You should keep in mind as many possible cases as possible, including cases where what the other person says is true and cases where it is false.

    So that nothing unexpected happens.

    So that even if something unexpected happens, we can recover with as little loss as possible.

    “My head hurts.”

    I lean back further into the backrest, look up at the ceiling, and soon close my eyes.

    I don’t feel any pain, but I can’t seem to feel at ease because of the complicated thoughts in my head.

    As the end approaches, more and more information is coming in, but it is difficult to discern what is true or false.

    It’s the same now.

    An organization that had been quiet for so long that we had forgotten about it suddenly appeared out of nowhere and asked for help.

    “Oh, I don’t know.”

    The deeper I think about it, the more irritated I become, so I get up from my seat and leave the guild leader’s office.

    “I have to sweat a lot.”

    When your mind is cluttered, there’s nothing better than training.

    Yoon Shi-hoo and Jin Ha-rin are standing in the public training grounds that they pass by to enter the private training room.

    Judging by the woman holding the microphone and the photographer nearby, it looks like an interview is in progress.

    It’s strange.

    “… Why are you doing the interview at the training ground?”

    There is a separate interview room in the hideout, so is it necessary?

    While I was wondering, Jin Ha-rin, who had discovered me, jumped out of the camera and greeted me.

    “Hello, Guild Leader!”

    “Oh, yeah. Long time no see.”

    “That’s right. I’m a little sad that I haven’t seen you lately.”

    Jin Ha-rin’s face, as she spoke with a faint smile, had a strange sense of anticipation on it.

    Is there anything you want from me?

    Yoon Shi-hoo, who arrived late to greet her, bowed his head with a powerful voice as usual.

    “Hello, Guild Leader!”

    “Yeah. Did I interrupt you during the interview?”

    “No! It was almost the end.”

    “That’s good. But is there any special reason for conducting the interview here?”

    “Ah, that’s… , the reporter said he wanted to capture some dynamic scenes.”

    Jinharin answers my question.

    Well, if that’s the case, it would be right to do it at the training ground.

    “Okay. After the interview, let’s meet again next time… .”

    “Hunter Kim Do-jin!”

    As I was quickly finishing my conversation and trying to enter the personal training room so as not to disturb the two people, a reporter who had sneakily approached them cut me off and suddenly interrupted me.

    “Congratulations on your promotion this time! If you don’t mind, can I ask you one question?!”

    The reporter asked with an expression that showed he couldn’t hold back his quivering mouth.

    “Write…, question.”

    I don’t really want to do anything other than the scheduled interview.

    I changed my mind after seeing Yoon Shi-hoo and Jin Ha-rin looking embarrassed at the reporter’s unexpected question.

    “If it’s about one.”

    Just one question for our two juniors whose stock prices have been on the rise recently.

    “Thank you so much!”

    She bowed her head politely and asked me, as if she also realized that she was being rude.

    “Recently, the performance of my disciple, Hunter Yoon Shi-hoo, has been remarkable, right?”

    “Uh…, disciple?”

    “Yes! Isn’t Hunter Yoon Shi-hoo Hunter Kim Do-jin’s disciple?”

    He turns his gaze to Yoon Shi-hoo with wide eyes at the reporter’s genuinely puzzled expression.

    What the hell is going on?

    Then the guy answered in an embarrassed tone.

    “I, that’s… , I said in a recent interview that it was thanks to what I learned from the guild master, but people are saying that my swordsmanship is similar to the guild master’s swordsmanship… .”

    That’s what happened.

    This is something that needs to be set straight.

    “Yoon Si-hoo Hunter is not my disciple.”

    “No, you say?”

    “Yes. I just helped with the parts that were stuck. In the first place, I still have many shortcomings in terms of age and skill to take someone as a disciple.”

    “Ah…! I see. We will correct this part on our side. Then, let me continue with the questions… .”

    That was the gist of the question.

    I was asked to evaluate Yoon Shi-hoo and Jin Ha-rin, whose stocks have been rising recently.

    At her question, the two juniors also looked up at her with expectant faces.

    Since it wasn’t particularly difficult to evaluate two people, I answered right away.

    “These are geniuses who can easily reach S-class. By the time they are 30, it will probably be hard to find a rival in Korea.”

    “What do you mean…?”

    “Oh, of course, excluding our team.”

    “Ah… , I see.”

    The two were moved by the higher-than-expected rating.

    And a reporter writing something on his smartphone while drooling over an even more delicious answer.

    This is your chance.

    “I’ll take my leave now. Enjoy the interview and see you next time.”

    “Yes, thank you for the interview!”

    After exchanging greetings in the best possible atmosphere until the end, you enter the individual training room and are isolated.

    Suddenly, I remember the conversation we had a little while ago.

    “Disciple.”

    From the time of Son Si-woo until now, there have been countless instances of correcting bad habits or customs or giving small teachings, but I have never once taken him as a disciple.

    The reason is… well.

    “Why do you have to teach disciples?”

    That’s all I’ve learned.

    A sword technique created to escape a situation or to hone one’s skills when inspiration suddenly comes.

    So, there are many things that can be used here and there, but there is no system at all.

    For example, a hodgepodge made by boiling all the ingredients in the fridge?

    Or is it a mongrel with all sorts of blood mixed together, and its origins unknown?

    That being said, it is nearly impossible to pass something on.

    If I were to teach, I would have to go through all the hardships and crises I have experienced and explain them, which is impossible.

    It may be the last trauma I have left.

    system.

    If I could gather everything I’ve learned and systematize it, I could teach my disciple, no, Seoyeon, proper swordsmanship.

    If I could do that, wouldn’t the swordsmanship I leave behind be able to constantly remind me of my existence, even if I die?

    The thoughts that suddenly popped into my head are gradually gaining weight.

    I soon decided.

    “… Let’s give it a try.”

    I decided to throw myself into what might possibly be the last challenge of my life.

    * * *

    The typhoon tears apart everything it touches.

    But once you penetrate that rough and rugged exterior, you are plunged into a still, windless silence.

    That’s what the Republic of Korea is like today.

    The only peaceful land in a world filled with chaos and crime.

    Men and women arrived there one after another.

    “Is this Korea?”

    Lucy, a woman who had just gotten off the plane, took off her sunglasses and looked around the scenery of the country she was visiting for the first time.

    Countless people.

    Tall building.

    Clear sky and wind.

    And peace.

    In contrast to the chaotic times, the relatively stable atmosphere caught her attention.

    “Hey… , this is a bit surprising? Even the United States, the world’s most powerful country, is in chaos, so why is it so quiet here?”

    Although I had vaguely heard about the situation in South Korea before coming here, I couldn’t help but be surprised by the peaceful atmosphere, which was more peaceful than I had imagined.

    But soon, another landscape appeared before her eyes, overlaying the peaceful scenery.

    “If I do it right…, I might be able to build my own kingdom.”

    A world filled with people who are consumed by peace, panting for breath, soaking in pleasure.

    If only I could kill Kim Do-jin.

    No, it wouldn’t be impossible if I could make Kim Do-jin my prisoner.

    She licked her red lips and gave instructions to the attendant who came with her.

    “Go to the hotel first.”

    “Yes.”

    For now, I planned to enjoy this atmosphere.

    It won’t be too late to start the strategy later.

    After the woman left, a man followed her out of the airport.

    He looked around once, as if he had no time to be absorbed in sentiment, and then immediately gave instructions.

    “I will meet Kim Do-jin right away.”

    “Yes, I will contact you.”

    The typhoon tears apart everything it touches.

    But once you penetrate that rough and rugged exterior, you are plunged into a still, windless silence.

    That’s what the Republic of Korea is like today.

    The world will soon face a great typhoon because of the presence of the man and woman who arrived on the same day and Kim Do-jin.

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