377. Oh, no?
As I forced my broken nose back together, a sharp pain stimulated my brain.
“Hmm. This is the taste.”
Pain is proof that you are alive.
For an immortal who has lived on the battlefield for a long time, this level of pain is almost like pleasure.
Joo Il-ho wiped away the tears that were shedding and kicked the nose of the multiple ability user lying at his feet.
The kick was so exquisite that it broke the bridge of the victim’s nose.
It was a kick with just the right amount of force and distribution, almost a feat.
“You’re using your feet a bit.”
Next to me, Jang Ga-hee speaks with her throat clear.
Joo Il-ho shrugged his shoulders.
The guy on the floor was gasping for breath. He didn’t scream when he was hit.
He had already passed out.
“You crazy kid, I’ll put you in the room next to the most handsome guy.”
He was captured. He is a rare person with abilities, so he probably wasn’t brainwashed.
Since you were born with such a precious ability, you probably didn’t have to go through many hardships.
There is no man more suited to torture than this.
Affiliation is The Round.
Now that we’ve gotten all the information we can from the outside world, it’s time to dig up the information inside this man.
If this author knew about the research facilities of The Round.
‘NS’s assets will increase.’
In the dark world, NS is called a crazy mosquito.
This nickname came about because, regardless of whether the opponent was Prometheus or a mad science group, he would stick a straw in them and suck up all their research results.
NS chews up any research, experiments, gear, or materials they have.
It’s way beyond what one company can do, but who can stop NS in the current situation?
Old Force? The Korean government?
Excuracies? Or the Dangun Group?
The association would not even be visible.
There was one force that stood out and was the only one left. It was the Magic League.
‘Because I said I would go there in person.’
By now, the representative will have come and chatted with the federation members.
“You used telekinesis to make yourself transparent and even shot lasers with your eyes?”
Jang Ga-hee presses her pierced shoulder. It’s not that she didn’t have any injuries. Joo Il-ho is also missing an arm right now, so a win is a win.
He was a terrible opponent.
Before I met Gwangik, I wouldn’t have had the courage to deal with him.
“The one that mixed laser and telekinesis was the trickiest.”
Joo Il-ho answers. My nose was broken in that one room.
I reflexively avoided it so it was like this. If I hadn’t avoided it, my head would have exploded.
It was a talent to condense one’s psychic power and shoot it like an air bullet.
There are many people who are born with superpowers.
But there weren’t many people who made full use of that ability. No, there couldn’t have been many.
Because most people don’t know their own abilities accurately.
It is not for nothing that it is difficult for the association to increase its power.
Immortals and shapeshifters can form armies, but associations have a hard time.
Because the gap and imbalance in ability are too severe.
‘Politics is none of my business.’
The current state of affairs in the special world, and the resulting political specialness, etc.
Joo Il-ho put aside his habitual thoughts and stood up.
“Still, I feel relieved.”
Jang Ga-hee laughed as she spoke. Her front teeth were half broken and light could be seen seeping through them.
But he seemed like a half-dead person.
He also smiled because he was satisfied with the news.
Even with a broken nose and a dislocated jaw, Ju Il-ho’s smile was not so good.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
I was satisfied.
The opponent is a strong person from behind the special species world.
A multi-talented person known as a hidden powerhouse.
A special species known only to those who know it and is said to be one of the strongest.
I beat that guy.
Even though the two joined forces, isn’t it still a win?
“It’s so rewarding.”
Joo Il-ho expressed his feelings calmly.
Jang Ga-hee also agreed with that sentiment.
If there are darts in the round.
The Magic League Sweeper also had a special breed raised like that.
One of the hidden powerhouses.
The king of the plains who recites spells.
It was literally a special species of high-level spell user among the lion-shaped tribe.
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From the moment he first stopped in front of me, he was talking excitedly.
“I’ve been waiting for someone like this. My name is… … .”
I ignored it and rushed in because I didn’t really need to remember the name.
“Listen to the story! I am the King of the Prairie who recites spells… … .”
Boy, you really talk a lot.
When I tried to grab its neck by its legs, it opened its mouth and snapped its waist like a bowstring, so I could tell it was a lion who was serious about talking.
“Khuung, Innom! It’s me… … .”
That was it. The bastard’s shin was caught on the tip of his foot.
The man who was hit by the kick with great force let out a short scream.
While the guy was limping, he came up close to me and hugged me tightly.
The chin is lifted by an upward punch using the force of rotation of the bell.
Rotates the body and partially transforms only the left arm into the Black Tiger’s arm.
I pierced the bastard’s chest with my transformed claws and cut it to the side.
Skuruk!
Not to brag, but my fingernails can cut through some otherworldly metals.
It’s not a rigid body, and you can’t stop it with things like spells that increase your physical strength.
“Ugh.”
The guy who was the goalkeeper of the sweeper fell like that.
“Krrrr, this is fatal.”
The lion says, I really wonder what’s in their heads.
The same goes for the Prometheus leader and this guy too.
It seems like everyone thinks they are born with some unique ability.
You have to put in effort. You have to put in effort.
Fighting, experiencing, and training countless times.
It is inadequate.
Shouldn’t you at least behave like Jeong Gi-nam?
And what is fatal and dignified about fighting for one’s life?
It’s better to throw one more punch during the hair-raising period.
“idiot.”
When Hye-min followed, he kicked the lion’s head.
Finding the Sweeper’s headquarters was extremely difficult.
Even though I searched the entire internet world to the point where it made the Brain Princess suffer for days, I was only able to narrow it down to twelve places.
The jackpot was hit in the ninth of those twelve spots.
No, was this supposed to be the case?
As soon as I saw the Sweeper’s base, I destroyed it.
Take out any materials or gear that can be taken out.
What seemed impossible to take away, I burned. I broke. I destroyed. I left it so that even the dream of rebuilding would be impossible.
The guy who rushed at me was half grabbed and beaten.
Under the guidance of the Old Force, he quietly fell into the trap of crime.
It eliminated both infrastructure and manpower at the same time.
It’s not like I planned it out in advance.
As I was doing it, it seemed efficient, so I did it that way.
“It’s refreshing.”
Hye-min said next to me. Yeah, it was refreshing.
Who dares to do such a thing?
You could say it was karma for all the tricks he had done.
Such a refreshing path of destruction and advancement.
The one blocking his way was a talkative lion.
Right now I wanted to meet the guy who was the leader of the sweepers.
“… … We are not a terrorist group.”
Several of Sweeper’s orderlies blocked his way.
It was an entrance leading to the basement.
As you can see, it was a very clean and tidy building.
The location is Bali, Indonesia.
These guys are well-positioned at the resort.
On the surface, they seem to be doing some sort of hopping tour catering to tourists.
“But why are you doing this?”
“This is an act of making us enemies!”
“We can’t communicate!”
“Are you going to dumb it down?”
He spoke and raised his fingernails. The spellcasters who saw Heukho’s arm looked at each other.
“Bring the Federation Lord.”
I looked at them and said without even breathing.
A mixture of wild life and immortal spirit.
“… … This is terrible.”
One of the orderers stuck out his tongue.
I soon met the leader of the sweepers.
It looked like a reception room or something that went down to the basement.
It was a man with his hair slicked back.
The moment he got up from his seat and was about to open his mouth to say something.
I ran in one breath and caressed the other person’s face.
“Kkuuuuck!”
“What is this!”
The surprised escort stopped short of rushing forward.
Hye-min aimed the gun at his neck.
“Because it’s spell gear, you can’t avoid it.”
Hye-min whispered. The woman who had come out as his escort swallowed hard.
“Let’s start talking. You?”
Doubt is a good weapon. At least I think so.
The Sweeper’s Federation leader answered with tears and snot mixed with blood and saliva.
“what!”
It seemed unfair.
So I threw a few more.
“it’s not me!”
He proved himself. Of course, there were some tough times in between.
“Oh, no?”
The sweeper didn’t know much either. He said that he was in a difficult situation because he had recently failed to expand his business and had been hit hard in various ways.
“I don’t have the capacity to do that!”
I didn’t intend to blame the child for always being angry.
If you bend it in the opposite direction, leaving only two fingers, that might be possible.
Because I am tolerant.
Sweeper These guys were so damn quick to cut ties with terrorist groups.
There is no evidence for this.
After I had half-killed the Sweeper Federation Lord, I gave him a warning with an awkward smile.
“If you get caught messing around, it will come back.”
Yeah. See you later.
The next destination was the Federation’s ‘Fighting Poets’.
It is a legitimate magic association based in Russia.
When I formally requested a meeting, an appointment was set up right away.
“This was the place that showed the most interest in me. Because my mother was a student.”
While waiting for a moment, Hye-min muttered.
That’s what happened. I see.
“Here you go.”
The fighting poet built his base in the frozen ground 20 km from Moscow.
It was a round, circular base.
I met a guide at the entrance.
“NS’s Yoo Kwang-ik.”
Real-time interpreter, moved with an interpreter attached.
No one spoke to me on the way inside.
It’s a quiet movement.
At the end of the silent footsteps, I entered a room covered in protective spells.
A Russian beauty appeared in front of him.
Blonde with blue eyes, but with a body that resembled that of a beast, she was a western version of Jang Ga-hee.
“I am the leader of the fighting poets.”
And as soon as I heard that, I jumped at it.
“You crazy son of a bitch!”
One of the escorts stepped forward. Dozens of spells and such filled the air.
I trusted my body and passed the spell.
He held the neck of a muscular Western beauty in one hand.
The sharp claw of the black tiger stabbed her neck, causing blood to flow out and drip onto the floor.
“it’s you?”
Asked.
She didn’t understand. Hye-min nodded at the interpreter.
The interpretation began soon.
“Is it you?”
“What are you asking?”
“Who joined hands with Prometheus this time?”
Although the interpreter hesitated for a moment, he faithfully performed his role.
I got the answer.
Who would immediately say yes?
Okay, let’s start steaming.
“This is totally not true!”
I have nothing to say when I hear things like this.
“It was a mistake.”
He’s not even a fighting poet.
So what’s next?
“Illuminati?”
“let’s go.”
The Fighting Poets League proved my innocence.
The leader suffered for his innocence, but compared to the leader of the Sweeper, it was nothing.
In the meantime, there was an incident where fifty of the escorts who had rushed in fell out.
Dozens of gears were broken after being carelessly carried and thrown.
But is that really my fault?
It’s all the fault of those who joined hands with Prometheus.
The next destination was the European Illuminati, a magical confederation with a long history.
“What are you trying to do? How is this different from indiscriminate terrorism?”
The leader of the Illuminati contacted the Old Force higher-ups.
And protested strongly.
When I saw the crazy Se-Choi-Teu-I doing something, I couldn’t just sit still.
“Oh, that’s not what we asked you to do, is it?”
But Old Force’s response was not very cool.
“Isn’t it true that you didn’t do it just because you didn’t order it?”
The conversation could then be summarized briefly.
The Illuminati had only one thing to say.
‘Can’t you guys stop this?’
Old Force’s position could also be summarized in just one line.
‘We don’t know.’
“Pucker!”
This is a situation where swearing just comes out naturally.
Two days ago, I received an official interview request from NS.
The poet who was fighting just before accepts the interview and finds out what happened.
The Illuminati Federation’s hands were trembling.
‘What do we do?’
It was they who sold the ancient curse to Prometheus.
The poet who fought the sweeper was crushed without even committing a crime.
Shiver shiver.
The cup I was holding shook. The black tea inside the cup spilled onto the floor.
‘If you get caught, you die.’
You must die.
Next to him is the spell-user gangster Kang Hye-min.
Nothing can be hidden by order.
The federation leaders used their heads and took appropriate action.
It’s destruction of evidence.
