Chapter 60 – Day 60

Day 60

“A winner has emerged in the meantime.”

At the sound of the agent’s voice from behind, Cheon Seoa’s gaze, which had been watching the tattered and dead man, turned back to the track.

At the end of the track, which stretched for several kilometers, stood a man.
His body was covered in wounds, and despite being drenched in the red blood flowing from those wounds, he couldn’t hide his bright expression.

One of the many rules of Dead Land.

If you enjoy a single ‘ride’ to the end, you don’t have to ride any ride for three days… It was because of this rule.

Of course.

‘No, I hate this!’
‘Save me!’
‘You bastards! You sons of bitches!’
‘I, I just stole one loaf of bread!’

Obstacle race.
The remaining humans who failed to complete the track screamed in despair.

Another rule of the Dead Land.

There can only be one finisher for each ride.
All others….

Aaaargh!
Aagh!
Save meeeee-!

Meet their death.
Following that rule, the remaining humans who failed to complete the obstacle course died.

Burned to death by flames erupting from both sides.
Impaled to death by spears rising from beneath their feet.
Crushed to death by giant iron balls falling from above.
Caught and killed in a giant grinder moving slowly along the track, among other ways.

Dozens of people met their deaths in various ways.

That sight was quite horrific and cruel.
However, the ‘guests’ who visited Dead Land seemed to watch it with enjoyment.

After all, this was Dead Land.
An amusement park where only death prevails.
The guests who visited this amusement park were certainly not ‘ordinary’ guests.

Of course, Cheon Seoa also showed a satisfied smile as the negative emotions and malice of humans floating in the air intensified.

However, separately from that.

“I’m hungry.”

“Indeed, it’s about lunchtime. Then, I’ll guide you to the restaurant next.”

At Cheon Seoa’s murmur, the agent glanced at the time and said so.

* * *

“The quality of the food is quite good.”

“Just like the rides, food is one of the things we consider most important.”

“Hmm hmm.”

Tasting various foods in front of her one by one, Cheon Seoa nodded.

Indeed, as the agent said he ‘paid attention to it’ himself, the condition of the food was good.
Starting with a rare-cooked steak dripping with juices, lobster and abalone, caviar and foie gras, and various other high-end ingredients, Cheon Seoa felt her tongue enjoying the feast of dishes.

How long had she been tasting the endless stream of dishes?

Bang-!

A faint explosion sound is heard from somewhere.

At that, Cheon Seoa’s hand, which was in the middle of cutting the steak, stops.

“What’s happening?”

To Cheon Seoa’s question, the Agent remained silent.

The sound of an explosion.

Certainly, among the rides set up in Dead Land, there were ones that used bombs.
However.

‘This isn’t from the explosives used in the rides.’

The moment he had that thought, the Agent’s expression instantly turned cold.

No sooner had the explosion sound been heard than the smartphone in his pocket vibrated.

Simultaneously, on that smartphone’s screen was printed the word ‘Attack’.

‘An attack? Which bastards!’
The Agent’s expression instantly twisted.

First the casino before.

And now this place.

Why were there so many interfering bastards before the joy of being with the young lady could reach its peak?

Thus, the Agent rose from his seat while trying to contain the boiling anger inside.

“It seems I’ll need to move personally.”

“Then let’s go together.”

“Would that be alright?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve eaten enough anyway.”

The food laid out before Cheon Seoa saying this included over dozens of varieties, but from each dish, only a ‘single bite’s worth’ had disappeared.

Only the steak showed any signs of being eaten.

Meanwhile, the agent nodded in understanding as Cheon Seoa stood up, and tore open a space.

The place they moved to through the torn space.
It was a place that Cheon Seoa also knew.

It was the place they had visited before moving to eat, and where numerous people had engaged in a deadly race, the place with the track.

It was the place where they had watched the attraction commonly called ‘Obstacle Course’.

All the guests had already been evacuated.
So, the only things that existed in the area were….

“Heroes?”

About a dozen heroes and.
People who seemed to have been rescued by those heroes.

Cheon Seoa tilted her head in confusion at the sudden attack on Dead Land by the heroes.

Clearly, the agent had said.

That this Dead Land was a place created through a contract with the US government.
That all the ‘actors’ enjoying various attractions were criminals handed over by the US government.

That means, this Dead Land should have some level of official approval from the US government.

For such a Dead Land to be attacked by American heroes?

No matter how you look at it, this attack seemed like something strange.

And it wasn’t just Cheon Seoa who had such thoughts.

“These vermin.”

The agent muttered in a chillingly cold voice.

At first, he was taken aback when he saw the heroes attacking, smashing the rides everywhere, and rescuing the actors.

There was absolutely no reason for the heroes to attack this place.

However, that confusion soon turned into anger.

Yes. If they were really attacking this place due to ‘unavoidable circumstances’.
And furthermore, if they were destroying the facilities of Dead Land and ‘kidnapping’ the actors, he could understand to some extent.

But.
Why on earth.
Did such a thing.

“Have to happen right now.”

In the agent’s muttering voice, an undisguisable anger blazes.

First the casino.
And now this.

Why are there so many things interfering with his date alone with the young lady.

If all of this was happening due to the ‘jealousy’ of other villains in the Illuminati, that would be one thing.

But it wasn’t even that.

It literally felt as if the world was trying to interfere with his date alone with Cheon Seoa.

Kugugu-.

Responding to the agent’s anger, the ground shakes violently.

Hwareureuk-!

Black red flowers bloom and sway around the Agent.

The heroes, who were busy destroying rides and ‘kidnapping’ actors, belatedly noticed the Agent’s presence and were terrified.

Why is that monster here!
We were told that monster wouldn’t be here today!
Shit!

The very presence of the Agent in Dead Land was an unexpected variable, causing the busy heroes to become greatly flustered.

By the way…

“From whom did you receive the information that I wouldn’t be here today?”

The Agent looks at the heroes with cold eyes.
And speaks again in an icy voice.

However, none of the heroes answered the Agent’s question.

They just stared at the Agent with tense eyes, gulping dry saliva.

Seeing the heroes’ reaction, the Agent nodded.

“It doesn’t matter.”

After all, the question wasn’t asked expecting an answer.
If information was needed, it could be extracted from their souls after killing them first. Or it could be extracted while they were still alive.

Right now, the only desire was to somehow release this boiling anger.

Having organized these thoughts, the Agent took a big step forward.

Thud-!

A heavy reverberation spreads through the air.
At the same time, as if gravity had been amplified hundreds of times, an enormous pressure began to weigh down on everything around the Agent.

Ugh!
Urrrgh-!
M-Monster!

The heroes let out suppressed groans under that powerful pressure.

Why wouldn’t they know that the Agent was strong?
However, while the heroes acknowledged that the Agent was ‘strong’, they didn’t acknowledge the ‘extent’ of that strength.

They thought that, like many villains, the Agent had simply exaggerated his own strength.

That’s why they had accepted this ‘request’.

But, they were wrong.

The Agent.
One of the nine villains who founded the Illuminati.
Moreover, a legend among villains, and one of the nine monsters reigning at the pinnacle.

The heroes who witnessed the Agent’s strength, slightly revealed due to his anger-induced loss of control.
They judged that the information known to the public was incorrect.

The Agent is strong.
Monstrously strong.

Also, stronger than what the world knows.
Perhaps, he might even be stronger than the other eight villains who created the Illuminati together.

That was the impression the heroes had.

How long did this strange silence continue in such a tense situation?

“Die, all of you.”

The Agent moves.
Following his gesture, the flickering black flames turned into a massive wave, stretching out towards the heroes.

In response, the heroes also showcased their individual abilities to resist the black flames, but it was useless.

The black flames raised by the Agent simply swallowed even the heroes’ abilities, merely undulating as they spread.

Meanwhile, Cheon Seoa, who was watching this scene.

“Ah, there you were.”

She muttered, looking somewhere, and then disappeared without a trace.