Ch.310[Chapter 310] Dragon and Imoogi

The clan war between the Chingwon Clan and the Eastern Alliance was conducted on a grand scale, across a very wide area.

Direct confrontations on the battlefield were expected, and infiltrating enemy camps to disable facilities, like Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica did, was commonplace.

Up to this point, these were just battlefield matters.

The war between the Chingwon Clan and the Eastern Alliance wasn’t limited to just that.

“It should be somewhere around here…”

Unryu Hime, who had infiltrated the Chingwon Clan’s forward base before Sir Dominic, moved silently from roof to roof, looking around.

Despite being in the middle of a clan war, the Chingwon Clan’s forward base, decorated with golden tiles, showed no intention of hiding its presence. However, Hime was actually having difficulty with her mission because of this conspicuousness.

“If the Chingwon Clan is a proper clan, no matter how much money they have, they can’t have unlimited capital. There must be a supply source somewhere.”

Hime muttered once more about why she was deployed here, then leapt across another rooftop.

At that moment, Hime noticed that the feeling of the tiles under her feet was slightly different.

An ordinary person wouldn’t have noticed such a subtle difference, but Hime was a kunoichi, a sensitive woman who could easily distinguish such minor variations.

She stopped abruptly in place.

“…Is it here?”

Hime crouched down and touched the tile.

The tile came off very easily, which wouldn’t have been possible if it had been real gold like the others.

When Hime carefully examined the spot where the tile had been removed, she found what she was looking for.

It was the tip of a satellite antenna.

“Just as I thought.”

Hime recognized from the antenna tip that this was exactly the place she had been looking for.

This was the source of the Chingwon Clan’s capital.

Of course, Hime’s prediction was accurate.

The building Hime had identified was a massive server room where the Chingwon Clan was buying and selling coins and stocks to raise funds.

Next to it, an illegal coder with a shaved head wearing monk’s robes sat at a high-spec computer, manipulating stock prices and alternately reporting positive and negative news.

Everything was operating in a gray area between legal and illegal, though cleverly staying just within the boundaries.

Naturally, one might think reporting this would only result in fines rather than serious punishment, but interestingly, they were in the middle of a clan war.

This meant the law was far away, while fists were close at hand.

With this in mind, Hime took out an electronic jammer from behind her back, one of the ninja’s seven tools.

Of course, it was a very safe electronic jammer approved by System Industries.

Let’s not ask why this was one of the ninja’s seven tools.

That’s just how Gacha Land works.

“Ugh. What’s this? A message from the spine fairy? It says if I don’t straighten my back right now, it’ll rip out my spine? Haha. Right. I should straighten my back, if only out of fear.”

One of the illegal coders, taking a break from work, laughed loudly as if he’d seen something amusing.

He walked right under the vent where Hime was hiding and began to stretch.

This was a stroke of luck for Hime, who had been waiting for an opportunity.

“Back exercise—one, two, three… huh?”

The illegal coder arched his back significantly.

And then he saw something black falling down.

That was the last memory this monk-robed illegal coder would have in the server room.

Hime had skillfully knocked the illegal coder unconscious, leaving him in critical condition.

Since Sir Dominic was holding the respawn point, killing him wouldn’t have been a bad option, but that might have risked revealing Hime’s infiltration.

Even if he regained consciousness, her presence would be discovered anyway, but Hime was planning to buy more time rather than expecting to remain undetected.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so it’s a bit difficult—there, done.”

Hime muttered very quietly as she attached the electronic jammer to the server.

Despite saying it had been a while, she completed the installation very skillfully. She then briefly looked down at the electronic jammer, which had started beeping and counting down.

After watching the blinking diode lights for a moment, Hime instantly returned to the roof through the ventilation duct.

As soon as Hime disappeared from the server room, the electronic jammer counted down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and when it reached 0, it emitted a powerful disruption wave that completely scrambled all the servers.

The impact of this server room’s destruction was immediately felt on the battlefield.

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[The Chingwon Clan’s server room has been destroyed. The Black Company has presented evidence to the Executive branch and System Industries linking the server room to recent stock manipulation incidents, arguing that accounts should be frozen until the stock and coin manipulation controversy is addressed.]

[The Executive branch and System Industries have accepted the Black Company’s proposal! All Chingwon Clan accounts are frozen! The Chingwon Clan cannot use their funds until they explain everything or pay for their crimes.]

The System’s message echoed across the battlefield.

For the Chingwon Clan, it was tantamount to a death sentence.

“Eek… Eeeek!”

The leader of the Chingwon Clan, wearing a crown, gritted his teeth and glared at the System message that appeared before him.

[Server Room #1 has been destroyed.]

[Flames are rising from Server Room #3.]

[All data in Server Room #4 has been erased.]

[Server Room #5—]

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[Someone spilled tteokbokki in Server Room #6,355!]

An enormous number of messages, easily exceeding several thousand.

When Server Room #2 was first destroyed, the crowned leader had remained calm.

He believed that the destruction of just one location wouldn’t crack the Chingwon Guild’s massive financial power.

However, as the number surpassed ten, then a hundred, then a thousand, the Chingwon Clan leader realized something had gone terribly wrong.

And finally, when almost all server rooms were shut down, all three wings representing Gacha Land pointed their swords at the Chingwon Guild.

“How much money did they feed them?”

The Chingwon Clan leader said, as if feeling wronged.

“If they needed money, I could have given them as much as they wanted!”

Of course, the three wings had never received money or bribes from the Eastern Alliance.

And even if bribes could work, they would never have accepted funds from the Chingwon Clan, knowing their money was tainted.

Completely forgetting this fact, the Chingwon Clan leader was throwing a tantrum like a child who couldn’t get what he wanted.

The Chingwon Clan leader threw, broke, and trampled almost everything in his quarters.

Still not satisfied, he fumed without even thinking to fix his disheveled appearance.

“Why are they interfering with me, who is destined to become a dragon? Everyone should be bowing their heads without being told!”

The Chingwon Clan leader even threw his crown to the ground.

Seemingly somewhat calmed, he picked up the crown again, dusted it off, and placed it back on his head.

“…Right. They’re all jealous. Because I’m about to become a dragon, they’re all jealous of me! Envy! Jealousy! That’s why they’re interfering with me like this!”

“Hahaha!” The Chingwon Clan leader began to laugh maniacally.

No, he wasn’t calmed down at all.

He had just started engaging in psychological self-defense.

“Yes. Yes. Everyone is envious and jealous of me… Yes, yes.”

The Chingwon Clan leader now truly began muttering the same words repeatedly like a madman.

He had reached the point of brainwashing himself into believing that this situation was genuinely the result of envy and jealousy.

“All this is due to my lack of virtue. I should have overwhelmingly crushed them so they wouldn’t dare feel envy or jealousy.”

The Chingwon Clan leader’s manner of speech had changed.

If his tone until just now had been that of an unpleasant child throwing a tantrum, now it was the tone of a child pretending to be an adult, living for his own self-importance.

“I must take matters into my own hands. If everyone will only kneel when they truly face a dragon…”

The Chingwon Clan leader looked around the chaotic quarters with eyes gleaming with madness.

Then, fixing his gaze on a fallen drawer, he began walking toward it one step at a time.

Finally reaching the drawer, the Chingwon Clan leader pulled out a transparent bag containing a glowing white powder.

“That’s what I must do.”

The Chingwon Clan leader sneered as he tightly gripped the bag of white powder.

The madness that had been glimpsed in his eyes now spread across his entire face.

…

“Next.”

“Next.”

Sir Dominic coldly called out after helping a pot-bellied murderous ghost respawn once more.

Sir Dominica had just subdued an old woman wielding a Chinese cleaver, and they both called for the next challenger almost simultaneously.

“Are they not human?”

“How can they be so unscathed after fighting so much?”

The people of the Chingwon Clan began to fall into terror as they watched Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica.

From their perspective, Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica were in a state that hardly seemed human.

Moving perfectly fine despite being stabbed by spears, slashed by swords, and even having their necks pierced—they looked less like humans and more like golems immune to pain… or heroes from mythology.

Of course, their belief that they had stabbed, slashed, and pierced was just their illusion.

Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica’s stats were too high to be penetrated by the Chingwon Clan’s mediocre attack power.

From the perspective of Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica, who were approaching 4-star tier, they had grown strong enough to easily withstand attacks from 1-star and 2-star personnel, and even from 3-star individuals.

“Next.”

“No one?”

Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica once again taunted those gathered at the respawn point.

However, without a special skill, their taunts had no forcing power, and the Chingwon Clan members, already terrified, didn’t have the courage to rise to such provocations.

Please, someone get rid of those demons.

The Chingwon Clan members desperately prayed for a hero to appear and remove those demons.

Of course, how many would be willing to help the Chingwon Clan…

“L-look over there! It’s a bird!”

“No, it’s a plane!”

“No, that’s—”

But could their desperate prayers have been answered?

One of the Chingwon Clan members spotted something flying from the Chingwon Clan’s main base.

At his shout, everyone’s attention turned there, and soon they realized what it was.

“It’s a dragon!”

“The Clan Leader has personally taken action!”

All the Chingwon Clan members cheered.

From their perspective, this situation appeared to be exactly what they had been hoping for…

The appearance of a hero.