Ch.122Necro Hunter

“Where am I…? I was just saying my final goodbyes to Choseon, and now…”

“I was on God’s judgment seat… What is this?”

“…I see. Now I understand. Lee Jin-ah, your true identity was a ‘Necro Hunter’ all along.”

Two heroes whose corpses had been without souls slowly opened their eyes, finally awakening to the current world.

Looking at Yeopo Bongseon, the worst general of the Three Kingdoms period, and Joan of Arc, the saint of the Hundred Years’ War, Yujin nodded with understanding as he turned to Lee Jin-ah.

Necro Hunter.

Among Hunter professions, it was beyond rare—said to appear perhaps once every few centuries.

In the <Hunter’s Blood> game interface, it was a hidden profession that Shinwoo hadn’t yet unlocked, alongside Kaijufication Hunter.

The ability of a Necro Hunter was, naturally, corpse resurrection.

Each individual had clear limitations, and normally, resurrecting even a single corpse would require an enormous amount of capital, skill, and time.

‘Jin-ah… your talent has finally reached this level.’

A genius who had resurrected him, a Knight of the Round Table, when she wasn’t even ten years old.

Lancelot had known of her talent from the beginning, so he could only swallow his breath in amazement.

Meanwhile.

“What is happening here?”

“A dead body… forced back to life? This is sacrilege.”

The difficulty level of Necro Hunter appeared to be on par with Beast Hunter, a similar category, but in reality, it was far more brutal.

That’s because the subjects to be commanded weren’t monsters that followed the strong, but humans with thoughts and various life stories.

Even if one managed to resurrect them, there was the constraint that they couldn’t perform at full capacity without being persuaded.

However.

“I’ll first implant the current memories into both of you.”

“Oho…!”

“Images are forcibly appearing in my mind…”

Jin-ah had never failed in this aspect. After semi-forcibly injecting information about the current situation into the two great figures:

“Yeopo Bongseon, I have Choseon’s body.”

“…What are you trying to say?”

“Don’t you want to live with her again? I can make that happen.”

“Kuk kuk kuk… Kwahahahaha! To speak so boldly before me, the great Yeopo Bongseon! Truly a Goguryeo person with swollen guts! However, I like it!”

First, she made a deal with a man longing for love by using a woman.

“Saint Joan of Arc.”

“Lee Jin-ah. Please put me back in my coffin. My body already belongs to Him. I have not the slightest desire to live again.”

The saint seemed impossible to persuade due to her devout nature, but:

“Even if this world will perish without your power?”

“…!”

“Are you saying that you, a saint chosen by God, will simply watch as God’s world is destroyed?”

“That’s…”

“Without you, the world will end.”

…Jin-ah used this kind of gaslighting, telling her to come under her control for the sake of the world.

“This is the front line right now. If we lose here, tomorrow won’t come, as you’ve seen in your memories.”

“……”

“Saint. We need your power.”

“…………I understand.”

All of this was for a peaceful world!

Having successfully persuaded even the saint in this manner, Jin-ah clapped her hands alone in satisfaction and turned to face Yujin again.

“Well, our preparations are complete. Do you still intend to continue?”

“Isn’t that obvious…”

“…?”

“Fighting against the strongest figures in human history. Haha! Why on earth would I give up such an interesting situation?”

“Is that person human? …There seems to be an ominously strange monster mixed in.”

“Monster or human, it doesn’t matter. If they try to block my path, I’ll just knock them all down.”

Yujin infused his entire body with a sharp energy.

As Joan of Arc was about to wave the flag of freedom:

“I’ll handle this.”

“By yourself?”

“Yes, I like that guy.”

Yeopo Bongseon stepped forward alone, stopping his ally.

“Hey, mister. Just so you know, you shouldn’t carelessly touch my body…?!”

Yujin was about to give a word of caution to the man with strong energy.

But the next moment.

Crack!

Though he had clearly turned his entire body into god-tier blades.

Yujin’s body made a breaking sound as he was hit by a wounded fist and embedded into the wall.

BOOM!

“Kuhak?!”

“Foolish bastard! Getting cut while fighting is only natural! Kwahahahaha!”

***

Kaijufied Leon could now make ‘three sentences’ of Absolute Declaration simultaneously.

First, he issued the following command to his father who was rushing toward him:

“All living beings before me stop what they’re doing.”

He blocked his movement, and then:

“All oxygen entering this field of vision disappears.”

Cutting off breathing, the essential condition for life.

And finally:

“Endless bombardment shall pour down until death.”

He unleashed a bombardment that shook the earth like an earthquake, pouring it all onto the ground where his father stood.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

“Amazing…! As expected, even against Father, Leon is stronger than the version from 20 years ago…”

“N-no! Our brother should still be fine… right?!”

“That’s right! We should watch until the end… shouldn’t we?”

“…What are you two trying to accomplish by worrying even more?”

Lia and Riverine were sweating much more than Yurian.

Of course, they believed in Shinwoo as usual, but since his opponent was none other than his own child.

Somehow, they thought Shinwoo might deliberately lose.

That was what worried the two, and:

‘This is my victory.’

Meanwhile, Leon was confident in his victory with his techniques that blocked breathing, stopped movement, and continuously inflicted damage from all directions…

“Grrrr!”

“What?!”

At that very moment.

BANG!

Shinwoo stretched and broke free from the binding, ignoring the Absolute Declaration’s command.

He quickly jumped behind Leon’s back and inhaled again, while the bombardment he was enduring:

Well, no matter how much was fired, it didn’t hurt anyway.

“Kruk…”

‘Straight punch…’

To end it right there, he was about to deliver a straight punch to the side of Leon’s face, just enough to make him lose his will to fight.

But.

“Kruk!”

‘Strike!’

“Sacred Sword Durandal. Divine Tool Release.”

Simultaneously, as if he had expected this, Leon drew Durandal.

And immediately, according to the power of the released divine tool, four sacred shields appeared around him from all directions, blocking his father’s punch.

“Krururuk…!”

‘Durandal’s shield! Is this ‘Absolute Defense’?!’

“Four shields of God. It means I can block that fist at least four times.”

The performance is certainly good.

Even though it wasn’t serious, my fist that hit the shield felt slightly painful.

‘The number of times Durandal can block Father’s attacks is probably limited to four…’

Meanwhile, Leon was formulating a strategy in his mind to win against his father, who couldn’t be underestimated even in the past.

First, he set his own lives to five.

Since the sacred shields of Durandal would block at least four attacks according to their number.

That meant he had to somehow defeat his father within that limit.

In close combat, he was naturally at a disadvantage.

No matter how excellent his Kaijufication was, it was still just a replica.

There was no way he could defeat the original.

Perhaps the key to this match would be the ability he had but his father didn’t.

‘Absolute Declaration’ would be the key to determining victory or defeat.

“Kruruk…”

‘Kyokushin Karate…’

Just as he was thinking:

“Kruk!”

‘Side kick!’

KWANG!

“Wh-what?!”

Leon’s mind, which had been strategizing, immediately turned blank in a matter of seconds.

That’s because Durandal’s divine shields, which he thought would defend at least four times with its four shields, were all bent at once and kicked far away.

“How is this…! He broke through the divine tool release right away?”

Even if it was his father, how is this possible?

This father is from 20 years ago, when he was supposedly at his weakest.

Yet this power—what on earth is it?

Even a tiger cub is still a tiger.

Even from 20 years ago, Han Shinwoo is still Han Shinwoo?

Thus, Leon reluctantly engaged in close combat again, but then:

“Fatherrrrrr-!!”

Sweating profusely, he drew the remaining sword from his waist.

***

Following the monster appearance alert, areas around the Hunter Association branch were all put on emergency status.

People hurriedly headed to shelters.

Those who couldn’t evacuate in time rushed into nearby stores that were quickly locking their doors.

Meanwhile.

“Ex-excuse me, customer?”

“……”

“Wouldn’t it be better to hide under the table?”

“…Are you worried about me right now?”

“Huh? Ah, yes…”

In a café in the middle of the city, while everyone was hiding under tables as if during an earthquake warning.

A man was leisurely drinking coffee alone, appreciating the scenery of the city where people still lived.

The café part-timer swallowed hard as she looked at the middle-aged man exuding wild charm.

But then:

“Beautiful blonde hair.”

“Yes… Ah, thank you…”

“How old are you?”

“M-my age? I’m 24…”

“You’re young. Youth is also to my taste.”

The man stood up, grasped the chin of the part-timer who couldn’t properly look at him, and slowly turned her face toward him.

The age difference between them was clearly at least 10 years.

Despite him being older, the female part-timer had been blushing with her heart pounding from the charm of this mature man who seemed experienced with women.

“What a shame. If you were in my world, I would have made you mine.”

“Um… th-thank you…?”

After stroking the part-timer’s blonde hair once more as if reminiscing, the man placed something like a small jewel on the table instead of paying for the coffee and walked out of the city alone during this emergency.

To meet the woman he loved most in the past.

“Sophia, I’m coming now.”

It was the moment when the future Han Shinwoo finally began to move.