episode_0743

If you look through all of human history, there have been many dictators.

And most dictatorships ended badly.

There are cases where the merits and demerits are so clear that it is difficult to easily call them ‘absolute evil’, but from a certain perspective, there have been countless people who can be universally called villains or villains by mankind.

The most representative example of this is, of course, a dictator with a hairy nose.

Although it may not be in the realm of common sense, many people know how this dictator died.

He committed suicide with his own pistol in an underground bunker.

Some people joke about this.

-The one who killed Hitler, the dictator of Nazi Germany, was Adolf, the last remaining conscience inside him.

It’s literally a joke.

Looking at it objectively, he pulled the trigger himself out of fear of being executed and tortured as the signs of defeat grew thicker.

However, because the words ‘Let’s all charge at the enemy until the last man falls’ did not come out of his mouth, he saved countless lives by taking his own life.

You never know.

If they had tried to gather all national power into one, wouldn’t it have been Hitler’s underground bunker instead of Far East Asia where the fat and the thin fell?

anyway.

Throughout history, there have been quite a few instances where dictators committed suicide.

However, some of the dictators went through ugly struggles to not give up their power until the end.

In the end, he rose to the top of human society based on political power, but in the end, his body was nothing more than a human being.

Just one shot from a gun kills a person.

There is no such thing as a dictator needing to be shot seven times to die or having the bullets bounce off.

especially.

Even more so when we say that it is a magic bullet that is fired with ‘justice’ as it is now.

“K, huh…?”

The Underworld King looked down at himself with an expression of disbelief.

“Uh, how…?”

There was a hole in his chest exactly the size of the caliber of the Walther I shot.

It lightly pierced the devil’s shell-like outer shell, piercing not only the protective shield that maintains the body but also all of the vertebrae, piercing the devil.

[Dictatorship special attack.]

There is no such thing.

[It is a magic bullet that increases the killing power by 7 times against those who are harmful to human history.]

“Ugh, such a scam…!”

It’s a scam.

In reality, after analyzing the Underworld King’s magic power pattern, a thin protective shield similar to the Underworld King’s magic power was placed on the outside of the magic bullet.

‘Enhanced penetration, enhanced rotation, rear booster, front helical drill. It’s a bullet, but it’s actually an ultra-small drill rocket missile.’

The devil’s outer shell is also made of magical power.

Although it is said that the traces of desire that were pierced were that the body was transformed and strengthened, in the end, the moment the strongest shield was pierced by the magic bullet containing various supernatural abilities, the piercing wound was confirmed.

but.

[Still not sure? This world denies your kingdom.]

Fraud accelerates the devil’s collapse more than explaining such technical aspects.

[This world does not want a dictator like you. You were pierced by my magic bullet because I wanted you to die.]

“Well, that can’t be possible…! A wound like this, cough…!”

The devil vomited blood and raised his hand.

“Uh, why…! Magical power, magical power is not occurring…?”

[You tried to say, I didn’t even break the cradle, right?]

“!!”

The important thing in committing fraud is to outsmart the other person’s thoughts and thinking.

[of course. Even if he is a devil, a king who has lost his people and public support cannot exist as a ‘king’, right?]

And it induces the collapse of the ego, causing one to collapse mentally.

[My magic bullet worked on you. The bullet that is effective against dictators pierced you. Those who gave you strength, the people who could be said to be the source of your strength, no longer follow you.]

“Well, like that…?! My mana, from my people…?”

No way.

The people here have absolutely nothing to do with the Underworld King’s mana.

[okay. The Mana that was forcibly tearing away loyalty and patriotism through fear and intimidation. What does it mean that it is leaving the body?]

But as long as you fit it in properly.

[You, no, you can no longer give royal commands to the people underground.]

“Ker, keuhuh…!”

[An order given by someone other than the king is nothing more than a dog’s voice.]

“Kaaaa!!”

The ego that the King of the Underworld himself had confidence in himself crumbles so easily.

[They regained their freedom and began to search for the past that they had to let go of.]

“This, this…!”

[Can’t you hear it? The singing voice of those who regained freedom.]

I pointed to the clusters of air bubbles that were slowly beginning to rise one by one from beneath the muddy water that had already submerged the entire Yongseong Palace.

[Now they are no longer afraid of you. I was a citizen of Hell Joseon only when there was a bomb hanging around my neck, but now that I have regained my freedom-]

The song resonates.

[Everyone is from their own country.]

In Korean, Chinese, Vietnamese, Mongolian, and even in the North Korean dialect that has now disappeared into history.

[There are no citizens of the Joseon Union who follow the Underworld King here.]

Different countries fill the space, and people who are now ‘citizens’ rather than citizens sing and protest in the air pockets.

“Ah, ah….”

The Underworld King kneels.

The protective shield of magical power still flowing through the body allowed the body to float on the surface of the water, but the body slowly began to shrink and sink.

“I see, the reason why strength is leaving this body is…”

The Underworld King raised his hand as a devil.

“Is everything I learned from my father just wrong…”

Seeing his hand turning into ashes and dying, the Underworld King lowered his head and realized.

And with that awareness, the pride of being the king of the underworld that had filled my brain before was completely shattered.

Passs.

The devil’s body slowly turned into ashes and scattered, and the young man wearing the torn dragon robe lowered his head with a hole in his chest.

My hair has turned white.

[…….]

Zenroth.

Although he is an S-class superpower, as his belief in himself has disappeared, the ego that he tried to protect by attracting future possibilities has collapsed.

[No matter how much he is called a king. No, because the king is a dictator.]

Below the primary goal is to kill me.

[The most basic desire to protect oneself is rooted in the unconscious.]

He had an instinct to protect his power as King of the Joseon Union and King of the Underworld by killing me.

Since that was denied, it was natural for him to be genrossed and die as a person with special abilities.

It’s just that.

[hmm.]

I lightly grabbed the goblin bat that resembled Walter.

‘If even an S-class creates a situation like this, it won’t be easy to notice.’

The acting was perfect.

The reality of the pistol in the shape of a Walther is also a Walther, but it is not that Walther.

Walther P38.

On a certain street, the legendary horse gun that completely made a man’s future possibilities disappear behind him.

And the magic bullet was full of ‘poison’ created with this ability.

As soon as it enters the human body, it travels through the blood vessels to a specific location, and immediately has a strong effect on the cradle, causing it to become crippled.

‘If you’re just a dictator, one shot is enough, but if you’re a dictator with special abilities, it has to be one shot that contains this ability.’

If I had to give it a name, would I have to call it Sim Younghwahak Bomb?

Well, whatever the actual effect of this complex ability is.

” Also, the goblin killed the Underworld King–!!”

The visible results are simple.

“The god of Joseon is dead! The Underworld King has fallen!”

“They can’t kill us anymore! You are liberated! Haha! There is no need to live as a slave anymore!!”

“Ah, I might finally be able to return to my home country…!!”

“They are worse than the Nazis! Get the price you deserve for humiliating someone under the guise of Joseon! Kak, heh!!”

The goblin killed the dictator with one bullet.

that is enough.

rest of it….

[iced coffee. This is a goblin.]

I used my death watch to make a call.

* * *

At that time,

The situation called “…”

“…….”

“How about it? Can you handle it?”

“……I can do it. Even if you can’t do it, you have to do it.”

Baek Seol-hee, who heard the whole story from Lee Ye-ryeong, calmly nodded.

“First, let me apologize. I lied to you about something.”

“What is it…?”

“Actually, it was an alter ego, but it was connected to the main body.”

“…….”

In an instant, Lee Ye-ryeong’s expression became pale.

“If something goes wrong with you, I know what will happen to the goblin…!”

“It was okay. Yes, should I say that I am fortunate or should I say that it is less than what Seong Ji-eun told me…”

Baek Seol-hee scratched her cheek and smiled slightly.

“Before this happened, I think I heard quite a few terrible stories not only in Korea but all over the world. are you okay. That’s because that person is really overprotective.”

“…Then it’s fortunate, but there is also something called ‘if’? Where on earth does such baseless confidence come from?”

“No matter how shitty the world is right now.”

Baek Seol-hee placed her hand on her stomach.

“The belief that children to be born in the future will live in a peaceful world.”

“……Wow, that feels strange. That’s what happens when you become a mother-”

Beep beep beep.

Ye-ryeong Lee’s smartwatch rang.

“…Hello?”

[This is a goblin.]

“!!”

[The operation is over. Just turn it on. Or would you like to call it directly?]

“…Well, it’s a bit awkward to call it directly.”

Baek Seol-hee’s eyes narrowed, but Lee Ye-ryeong turned his eyes to Baek Seol-hee.

“Seolhee is next to me right now, is it okay to play it?”

[…You probably know the situation, but it’s all over now. All you have to do is play the song.]

“What song?”

In response to Baek Seol-hee’s question, Lee Ye-ryeong twitched the corners of her mouth.

“[Flower of Freedom].”