< 118. Shock and Terror (16) >
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Kim Cheol-su felt a dissonance between cognition and sensation.
‘What the… is this?’
The teacher who had asked to borrow the kitchen for a while suddenly made an incomprehensible request. He wanted to send all the police officers out to the hallway. Kim Cheol-soo insisted that he, as the person in charge, would stay, and Min-jun, after much thought, gave his consent.
After the situation was sorted out, Minjun suddenly raided the pantry. He took out dozens of preserved food items. He opened the bags and poured them into a frying pan, then poured oil on top. Only then did he turn on the fire. The cooking order was completely messed up. As if protesting, the frying pan made a humming sound.
Kim Cheol-su was very offended when he saw that scene.
“Woof!”
It wasn’t the ridiculous cooking method that made me feel disgusted.
He knew it too. The silver frying pan that had been used to smash the assassins’ heads was used for something else, and the black one was used for something else. So the only part that was contaminated was the handle. Nevertheless, he felt a physiological disgust and fear because he was using the torture device for cooking.
Moreover, the teacher’s expression was…
‘It’s so peaceful!’
It’s an expression that goes beyond indifference and looks like it’s dying of annoyance.
What he made using torture tools was like a kind of fried rice. But the materials were as much a problem as the tools.
In the food preservation bag, there were things that were meant to be eaten together and things that were not. For example, staple foods and desserts. But the teacher committed visual violence by frying all of them together.
Because of that, the visual of the dish reminded me of the dog food that was raised in the countryside. If I had to give that dish a name, I would say ‘stir-fried dog food’ would be appropriate.
But, nevertheless.
‘What the heck is this amazing smell?!’
Kim Cheol-su felt the hunger he had forgotten because of the tension. The sensation was sharp and stabbed at his brain, as if it were going to pierce his brain membrane. He felt as if he had poured out everything inside him and was exhausted.
It was so captivating that it could be called a heavenly fragrance. The beautiful fragrance that flowed out from inside the frying pan that Minjun stirred filled the room.
‘The smell of a monk climbing over a temple wall should be used to describe such works, not something like a Buddhist temple!’
Despite such miracles, Minjun’s expression was bored. However, because of the smell, even Minjun’s indifferent gestures and movements looked pious. From his appearance, where all useless movements were cut off, he exuded the aura of a craftsman who had only been frying dog food for hundreds of years. Of course, if such a craftsman really existed.
‘teacher···.’
Looking at him, the old disciple feels a mixture of awe and regret.
The personalities who met again after a long time… learned black magic in the meantime, and not only did they each carry a frying pan, one for killing and one for torture, but they also lost all hesitation in swinging them for their respective purposes, and they became capable of creating a worldly delicacy that captivates people with just its smell.
There was something a bit strange mixed in at the end, but that only made Kim Cheol-su more confused.
He hummed in his heart.
‘Yes, sir… What kind of life have you been living all this time?’
While Minjun was making dozens of servings of stir-fried dog food, the atmosphere in the living room where the members of the National Assembly were gathered also changed. The conversations between them gradually became smaller and smaller, and eventually became completely silent.
In fact, they snorted a little while ago when Minjun started cooking in the kitchen with the words, “Are you a market person?”
Among them, those who had been brought in early had already been fasting for more than half a day. However, they had no intention of eating what they were given. They were in a situation where they were kidnapped and had no idea what they would mix in. They wouldn’t die from starvation for a day or two, so they planned to hold out until the rescue team arrived.
But as time went by, the only thing on their minds was wondering what on earth the author was making in the kitchen.
And then as time passed, the thought of wanting to eat that thing completely took over my brain.
“Mr. Kim.”
“Oh, yes, teacher!”
Kim Cheol-su, who was lost in thought, was startled by the sudden call. Min-jun shook his fan absentmindedly and spoke without even turning his head.
“Would you like to go outside for a moment and check out the situation?”
Kim Cheol-su, who had just checked the living room, said, sounding a little tired.
“Everyone’s eyes were bloodshot… and they were just staring at the kitchen. When I went out, I was terrified to see twenty-nine people staring at me.”
Minjun nods and recites again.
‘It’s too dangerous. It’s dangerously good.’
Even though they smell the same scent, the reactions of Kim Cheol-soo and the National Assemblyman are drastically different. The difference with Min-jun goes without saying.
The frying pan spoke in a cheerful tone.
=Most people there have no or very weak abilities. They also have virtually no resistance. They will be very receptive to the potion. I used a lot of strength because you asked me to. But… It seems like my strength is no match for yours now, Agent. It’s different now than when I first met you.=
Only after the right amount was made did Minjun taste it. And then he frowned.
‘It tastes terrible.’
It was only slightly better than what Cassie had been making before she got the frying pan.
He flung the plate onto the table, looking at the expressions of the members of the assembly.
“While the security line is being prepared, let’s have a meal first…”
The lawmakers didn’t give him a chance to finish his speech.
Minjun clicked his tongue as he watched her rushing towards him in a panic.
They looked like beggars who had starved for several days, not members of the National Assembly. They were mindlessly slurping down the strange food that Minjun had made. They emptied their plates as if they were drinking it. The members of the National Assembly, who had eaten everything without leaving a single grain of rice or piece of biscuit, looked down at their empty plates with regretful expressions.
Minjun spoke calmly to them.
“I would like to ask for your cooperation once again.”
Their eyes, which turned their heads to look at Minjun, had lost their life. Their pupils looked as if they were possessed by something.
I feel like I’m on drugs.
“Let’s not make a big deal out of it. Can you trust me and help me out?”
They did so. The security line that was supposed to take time was ready right away. The congressmen contacted their offices and homes and told Min-jun the alibis he had requested.
Now, no matter how long you hold out here, they will wait quietly without resistance, faithfully acting as bait. This is the best way to deal with the Third Line members who even Jenkinson cannot control.
Even though he handled it so perfectly, Minjun felt more concerned than satisfied.
‘If that guy is really a fragment of Asif-1, I can see why the committee is looking for him so desperately.’
Even the most famous species for mind control have limited abilities. They can only properly control a target when they have tentacle-like prongs stuck in them. The ability to control the mind by feeding it food was something I had never heard of before.
The scarier part is that no matter how Minjun examined the food they ate, nothing abnormal was detected. It was magically and scientifically clean.
In other words, the chances of getting caught are very low.
‘The result is···.’
Minjun is now controlling twenty-nine members of the National Assembly of a country as he wishes.
I don’t know how long that period of validity will last, though.
Minjun looked at the frying pan left in the kitchen. It was still soaked in the afterglow of having been left on the fire for a long time. He had just thrown it away without touching it, as he was still intoxicated by the whirlwind of passion and mental waves.
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‘I need to experiment with my abilities some more. Just how far can I go?’
While they were busy planning for the future, the members of the National Assembly finished their calls and sat quietly at their desks. They had faithfully followed Min-jun’s order to ‘stand by.’
How much time has passed like that?
“······!”
Minjun sensed something. At the same time, the corners of his mouth curled up.
Someone approached, lured by the bait.
‘I knew this would happen.’
Even from Blade’s perspective, twenty-nine is too many to catch and kill one by one.
After one of them died due to the first official request, the personal security of the remaining members has been strengthened. If they are killed one by one in the meantime, the other members will become hysterical and there is a risk that they will disperse or flee abroad.
So it’s best to deal with them all at once when as many as possible are gathered. The lawmakers know this, which is why they are angry at the police who gathered them all here.
Nevertheless, the reason I made this choice was because I was confident that Minjun could hold the blade.
“You’re caught, you punk.”
***
Blade, who had taken over the body of an assassin who was once his comrade, was advancing deep into the area, avoiding the police guarding the area around Anga.
Then his body flinched and froze.
“······.”
Stopped in place.
Then someone’s voice was heard.
“It’s pretty sharp, isn’t it?”
Blade’s eyes stop on the man.
It was Minjun who was standing in front of the door and waiting for him.
Under his instructions, the police simply watched the situation from a distance.
“The skill level is better than expected.”
Just a moment ago, Minjun unleashed his strongest set of curses on his opponent. But Blade deflected them all. The agent looked at the longsword in his hand.
‘That’s probably the main body. It looks so common. You wouldn’t even notice it if you looked from outside.’
And the host it is now encroaching upon is…
‘If there was a weapon master who couldn’t be cursed, he would be one of the best on Earth. But he doesn’t seem to be that skilled.’
Minjun’s eyes became fierce.
‘It strengthens the host’s body beyond its limits. That’s why the curse doesn’t work.’
It nullifies the Japanese intervention that causes abnormalities in the body. A truly transcendent body.
In other words, a superman.
‘As a result, if you use it as you wish, it will break.’
Then the assassin’s mouth opened.
“I have no business with you. Please step aside.”
Then he raises his sword and points at the building beyond Minjun.
“The ones who will be punished are the twenty-nine inside. That’s all. I won’t punish the rest.”
Since it is a body that will be thrown away anyway, there is no need to kill or destroy it just because you recognize its face.
Instead of answering, Minjun pulled up a shadow behind him.
Hurrr!
A black trail rushed towards Ego Sword.
***
Minjun charged forward with his entire body covered in shadow. He was not human but a monster. He concentrated the black skin on his two arms and made them into blades.
At that moment, the assassin’s sword was filled with a star-like aura. It was of unusual intensity and density. A pure white sword energy.
Sword and shadow clashed.
bang!
“······!”
The air was piercing. The two faced each other with their weapons facing each other. They were almost equal in strength.
Minjun’s eyes narrowed in the dark curtain. He was not a weapon master, but he had seen many people with this ability. His eyes, accumulated over hundreds of years, spoke to him.
‘Even by extraterrestrial standards, this is one of the best!’
I couldn’t imagine that the assassin had such abilities from the beginning. It was the power of the sword that brought him up to this level.
Boom! Boom!
The melee continued. Swords and darkness clashed one after another. Shadow drops and light dust flew out at each strike. The surrounding police heard a deafening roar. It was like thunder striking a rocky mountain.
“oh my god···!”
The onlookers held their breath. An unbelievable fight was taking place. Their eyes could not see how the two bodies moved and how they attacked each other.
The only way to determine their location was because black and white afterimages were scribbling all around them in a chaotic manner, and large and small explosions were flashing. These were indirectly revealing their locations.
Kwarrrrung!
At first, Blade, who had tried to deal with him moderately, was taken aback by Minjun’s attack. So he added strength and speed to his attacks. The shadow unleashed unorthodox attacks against the inspector. As the sword energy expanded, the shadow wrapped itself around more than that. It pierced the sharp sword’s trajectory and struck the weak spot beyond.
For a brief moment, the blade seemed to be pushed.
“······!”
But the assassin seemed determined to do something and increased the output of his sword energy.
Swing it big and heavy.
The shadowy outer wall and the blade collided again. There was a metallic crash. Just as it had hundreds of times before.
But this time, the ending had a different resonance to it.
Damn!
Minjun was embarrassed for the first time.
There was a crack in the shadow monster’s flesh. Pure white black energy dug into the rippling flesh. It had cut the shadow.
It was the first time in hundreds of years that this had happened.
‘This kid!’
He immediately tries to revive the monster. The moment a handful of black magic leaves.
Kyaaaaah!
‘what?!’
The shadows scattered sand-like shards of darkness all around. Black shells flew, scattered, and boiled. The monster that was supposed to move like limbs was suddenly uncontrollable. The form that had wrapped around his body was about to collapse.
Minjun, who was talking directly to the summoner’s mind, realized something.
‘I’ve lost my mind!’
The moment the sword wounded the shadow, the blade’s power took effect.
‘Did you try to brainwash me? The summoned beast I command?’
It wasn’t perfect control. If it had been, the shadow would have attacked Minjun right away. The monster was confused as the conflicting powers of control pulled at it from both sides.
Shhhhh!
Minjun eventually releases the summons. The shadow disappears and the summoner’s naked body is revealed.
Shhhh!
Blade didn’t miss the gap. Like a white meteor, he rushed forward, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. The sword aimed for Minjun’s neck.
At that moment.
The prisoner felt extremely irritated.
‘You’re a piece of metal… You really are annoying!’
The agent immediately memorized the spell, but there was a brief delay before it was activated. Just enough time for the sword to aim for his own neck.
First, something was needed to counter the approaching weapon. Now that Shadow was bound, something strong enough to replace it···.
“······!”
Something suitable came to mind.
The inmates still don’t completely trust their ex-wives. However, they trust Endellion’s technology and their pride.
His hand touches the air. He curls his fingers into a fist, and in that hand he holds a blunt instrument.
It was a frying pan that glowed a dazzling silver color.
In an instant, Blade catches sight of it. And at the very moment when his head is about to fly off, he summons a cooking tool and evaluates the opponent who grabbed his hand.
‘He was a person with a brain contaminated with black magic.’
The assassin stabbed him in the neck. As he recited the spell, the prisoner blocked it with the wide side of the frying pan. Like a shield.
The blade didn’t stop stabbing. It thrust as if it was going to pierce through the flimsy cooking utensil. The sharp edge became a sharp point.
The moment it touches the silver coated surface.
——–!
A loud noise, as if the world was collapsing, filled the air.
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