episode_0550

Black history exists for everyone.

And that dark history often appears during childhood, a time when middle school students were full of emotions.

Until just a few months ago, King Taejo was a walking generator of dark history.

However, now that he has decided to throw off his role as the Armored King and live as his true self, he has decided to take on his own dark history.

however.

“Wow, this is real? Was this all acting? Nonsense. It would make more sense to call it a dual personality.”

“In fact, I had a dual personality.”

“Hehe, yes. Even if it’s just a joke, it’s better to do it that way.”

“…….”

As there were people by his side who knew about his reckless past, Taejo had to bear the karma of the actions of his past self, even Armored Taejo, who had a double personality.

“Hye-ra Yoon. Don’t tease the kid too much. Because everyone has circumstances that prevent them from saying anything.”

“Hmm, was that a little harsh? sorry. I never thought that Jammin, who I treated so much, would end up like this.”

“…….”

“But it’s really different. If it were a guy like this, I think the S-class reader would have been a different person, right?”

“Keuhm.”

No matter how much he is called Black Taejo, he is 17 years old.

“You idiot. Has it grown a lot? No, it’s something to be proud of. Thank you for your hard work.”

If it’s a compliment from a beautiful woman, especially an older woman with a short age difference, your heart can’t help but flutter.

“Your sisters-in-law have worked hard so far.”

“…….”

correction.

Not a 17-year-old, but a 37-year-old snorkel sitting inside.

“Hmph, hmm. Speaking of my sister-in-law…. What kind of kid would say something so strange?”

“…When you get married, make sure you stay that way. I don’t send a wedding invitation to Jammin.”

“I will keep this in mind.”

He praised Yoon Hye-ra and Hyeon Se-rin, saying they were his sisters-in-law, and at the same time praised me as well, and the two people had already lowered their guard against King Taejo.

“Then it seems like we confirmed each other’s abilities as well as our common names…”

“Wait a minute. Would you like to hear about this ability? brother. Isn’t this what it’s supposed to be like?”

“…….”

Yoon Hye-ra’s words are a clear example.

A person with a supernatural ability has been using a different ability than before to hide his or her identity, and it is definitely rude to ask him to talk about it.

“Taejo. Is that a newly developed ability?”

“This is a new ability I created through my brother. If I do this precise manipulation rather than large-scale metal manipulation, I can hide my identity.”

“What is the principle?”

“It’s just manipulating mana gold. Sophisticated. It’s similar to my sister-in-law making a bird of flame and flying it.”

“Hmm…. What, I thought it was a new technology again.”

However, such examples are common, and it is not particularly rude for us to ask each other about our abilities.

Rather, checking each other’s abilities and magical power status is the key information that needs to be shared in order to ‘fight’ together this time.

“There will be nothing holding you back. Whether I step forward as support or take the lead, I will handle it without anyone knowing that it is me. This time, I came out with the president’s permission.”

“Oh my, that grandfather? Surprising?”

“The reason why I crave the sun’s shade is because the President is the same. Especially in cases where there is a justification like this one. Mr. President, even if the national prestige falls, he wants to cut out the cancerous lump of this country.”

The shadow of the sun is like a cancer to this country.

The cancer cells have spread throughout the body, and to cut out the cancer cells, about 70% of all organs must be removed.

“No matter how bright the sun is, it will not cover human trafficking.”

Until now, it has been cut out little by little from the outside, but with the development of new medical technology, it is like creating a vaccine that kills only cancer cells.

“Then, thank you for your cooperation as the opening number.”

“Is there anything else besides the dog? A cat or a cat.”

“It is better to grasp the concept in words.”

At Hyeon Se-rin’s request, I stopped Taejo, who was trying to create animals freely through metal manipulation.

” If you make this animal or that animal out of metal, people will think that you are a person with metal manipulation skills and abilities, but if you just make a Jindo dog, they will think that you are a person with special abilities who is crazy about Jindo dogs.”

“…….”

“Even if you get caught, you can just say that they are clones of S-class superpowers created by the goblin before he died. Same goes for you.”

“Hmm, then should we use a different code name?”

Hye-ra Yoon placed a hand filled with magical power on her face.

“Black Flame Mazujac clone, ‘Dark Phoenix’ or something like that.”

Fazizik.

A golden eye mask, like a flame, hung over the eyes.

It was a concept-like mask that was not meant to hide one’s identity as it exposed the lower part of the body, but it was enough to give off the feeling that ‘I am not an ordinary person.’

“…It’s okay. Hyun Se-rin. What about you?”

“How much flirting are you trying to do? It’s the same person, but how many alt characters are you already planning on making?”

“Until Chairman Haeguneul started losing hair due to stress.”

If we think about that, we lose.

Our identity ultimately boils down to one, but the person who pulls out their hair while trying to devise countermeasures one by one, holding all kinds of secondary characters and business cards derived from each position and situation, should be Sunshade.

“Look at the President. Just knowing through Black Taejo that there is a conspiracy behind this incident and that goblins are on the move makes the world feel at ease.”

I showed a video of the president that appeared on the news through Death Watch.

[The reason why the Hwalbin Party suddenly launched a terrorist attack is unknown, but we will cooperate closely with the association to immediately capture the S-class arsonist and his associates who caused the terrorist attack….]

Although he is speaking to reporters with a stern face, there is no anxiety or nervousness in that sternness.

[Rest assured, citizens. Korea is safe.]

What happens is the sun’s rays, not Korea.

“Then.”

I held the goblin bat in one hand, lightly struck my palm, and then placed the object in my palm on my face.

[Should we cause terrorism like the Hwalbindang? Like crazy people who are trying to stop Korean things from being smuggled abroad.]

* * *

A day later, western Ganghwa Island, Incheon.

Weeeeing.

A place in the western part of Ganghwa Island.

A small dock that can barely accommodate a few small fishing boats.

“Ugh, it’s cold.”

Near the dock, filled with the scent of the sea, a group of men in suits were shivering, waiting for time to pass.

“Just relax. You do this even though you know that Team C was defeated?”

“What? It was the weak people who suffered. What’s wrong with a team where the leader is a guy who hasn’t even reached S rank?”

“So you are S-class?”

“Hey. That’s because I was caught, so even the Armored King Taejo can’t clean it?”

Two young men gnash their teeth at each other and argue.

The other young men in suits behind them were clearly dissatisfied with the two, but none of them could express their dissatisfaction and just kept their mouths shut and guarded the drums next to them.

“If I hadn’t been caught by a traitor back then, I would have made a name for myself as an S-class hero by now, right? Hehe, then I just…”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Here he comes.”

Slur.

“You came in person out of fear that your belongings might be stolen. Tsk.”

Across the pitch-black sea, the object slowly entering the dock without a glimmer of light was a yacht with a black exterior.

“Welcome, Korea. Miss Bathory.”

“Hmph, what do you say.”

The woman standing on top of the yacht is a woman in a black dress and wearing a black parasol.

Although everything was black, her eyes were sparkling red like blood.

“What are the items?”

“It’s safe. We had a hard time? The quantity that burned in Seoul was urgently airlifted from the north…”

“Are you Korean? Isn’t it just a mixture of jjajang?”

“It can’t be so. Would you like to check it yourself?”

“Hmph….”

The woman, Bathory, jumped lightly from the yacht and landed on the drum.

“Hmm…. The scent is right.”

“Is that distinct?”

“Division? of course. Hey, I’m a blood technician. As for the blood…ah, take that out of the payment.”

Ujikkeun!

As Bathory reached forward, one of the drums was crushed inside.

“What?! How much does one container cost…!”

“It was mixed with 3% wasabi. Are you asking me to drink blood mixed with Japanese imperialism?”

“No, they were all Korean…”

“I guess it’s like an illegal immigrant who lied and said he was Korean and had his blood drawn. Haha…”

Bathory lamented as he looked at the label on the drum.

“Seoul people’s blood is the best. I can’t eat that. Hey, if they come from Hwalbindang, I will kill them all?”

“No way. Why does Hwalbindang come? This is fair trade.”

“What if those crazy people go on a rampage, saying they won’t let Korean blood go overseas? Anyway, they are more toxic than that elk. Koreans go crazy when they want to go abroad even just a little bit.”

“Don’t worry, Miss Bathory. Hwalbindang will never….”

Hwiiing.

The wind blew.

Due to an ominous wind somewhere, all the suit agents, including Bathory, were ready for battle.

“Never, what?”

“Korean language requires listening to the end.”

“So what?”

“…You will never touch Bathory’s purchases. We-”

Ujikkeun!

One drum was dented.

Red blood burst out from inside, spraying out in all directions, and Bathory turned his gaze to the other side of the dock.

“Ah, crazy. They’re paying over 1 billion won for each container, what are they doing!!”

[What are you doing?]

Jerk, jerk.

[Sigh.]

“You….”

The man who appeared from the darkness was waving a black coat, revealing his bare face.

“…who?”

[Can’t you see it?]

The man pointed to a mole under his left eye.

[I am a goblin.]

“…not a dot, but a barcode? wait for a sec. There’s something like a symbol… no way?”

What’s the point about the man who said he was a goblin?

“DKB MK.3…?”

It was so small that it could barely be seen with an S-class microscope-like eye, but it clearly had that message engraved on it.

[I.]

The man raised his goblin bat.

[It’s a goblin.]

“Goblin Unit 3?”

Okay, the light started to spread from his eyes.

[I!! It’s a goblin!!!]

The man who called himself a goblin.

[Only I am a goblin!!]

He shouted that he was a goblin and started swearing.