105. Blue House Raid (2)

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With an enchanting smile, I snapped my fingers-dozens of hunters immediately turned on each other. Blades, spears, pistols-the beautiful chaos of mutual slaughter unfolded.

“You insane bitch! Kill the villains!”

“My body-it’s moving on its own!”

Fools. Did they not know Azhidahaka’s power? “The Seed of Chaos-Azhidahaka’s signature move.”

Some actually recognized it. How surprising.

“Complete bodily anarchy. They’ll keep killing until only suicide remains.” Meanwhile, Han Suji gleefully crushed skulls with her axe.

“Woo! This is it! Nothing beats axe-smashing!♥”

Chilling, yet arousing. This blood-drenched version was far from her original self-I wanted to lick every inch of her.

“You psychotic bitch-laughing while killing?”

“Got a law against enjoying work?”

Leina’s arrows left nothing but gory smears across the Blue House facade. Si-woo’s whip-sword reduced elite guards to falling meat chunks in artistic disassembly.

“Did I do well?” Si-woo sheathed her bloody blade, batting eyelashes.

“So well I want to impale you womb-deep.”

The livestream exploded:

-Aren’t Blue House hunters A-rank elites? Getting butchered like this?
-Dark elf OP pls nerf
-5k viewers! Russians here too!

“See, folks? This is what happens when you poke the dragon~ Kyahaha!”

Our cultists reported zero casualties-just piles of dead hunters. Time for the main course.

Viewers crowdfunded brutality:

-1M won if you pluck Ha’s hair
-1.5M for beating him up

Such national resentment. How does one become so hated?

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Blue House Bunker

President Ha Jeong-seok stared at the slaughter through enchanted monitors. His prized hunters-annihilated.

“Impossible…”

Chief Secretary Choi Jisoo suggested fleeing to Tokyo. Ha slapped him twice.

*Smack!*

“A Korean president fleeing abroad?! This bunker withstands nukes! We hold until reinforcements-“

CRASH!

The wall exploded.

“How admirable~ A dictator with nothing to show but pride~”

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We strolled through the ruins. Blue House air did smell fancier.

Terrified staff cowered until I reassured them: “Just here to spank your president~”

Then-a miracle. A sharp-suited fangirl approached.

“H-he’s in a magic-sealed panic room!”

Bless this thigh-gap goddess. I almost asked her to spread legs instead of directions.