Chapter 89: Chapter 89

What Only She Didn't Know. (4)

The malignant spirit's grin, which had reveled in Shin Se-yeon's despair, suddenly froze.

Likewise, the laughter of the man who had been mocking Shin Se-yeon's despair alongside the maglignant spirit also ceased.

The reason was none other than Kim Dojun, who had burst through the ceiling and descended underground.

After quietly surveying his surroundings, Kim Dojun flung to either side the sorcerers from the Muryu clan he had been holding in both hands.

The sorcerers slammed into the side walls, making a sound one could hardly believe came from a human hitting a wall.

Yet Kim Dojun, having tossed aside the sorcerers, paid them no attention and instead gazed back at Shin Se-yeon, who stood there dazed and crying as she looked at him.

Once again, Kim Dojun questioned.

Unable to hold back her tears, Shin Se-yeon sobbed involuntarily.

And as Kim Dojun watched her,

'Huh? Shin Se-yeon hasn't been possessed by the maglignant spirit??'

He looked at her with a somewhat perplexed expression.

Just to be sure, Kim Dojun looked intently at Shin Se-yeon.

But the more closely he looked, the more her tears seemed to fall, as if she were unbearably sorrowful.

'At a glance, she doesn't seem to be possessed...?'

Seeing her , it didn't seem like she'd been possessed by the maglignant spirit, so with a slightly confused expression, Kim Dojun looked around once more.

The scene before him: Shin Se-yeon, tightly bound in restraints and sobbing uncontrollably, a strange figure bleeding profusely, collapsed on the floor.

And then, standing next to a man Kim Dojun had never seen or even heard of—whose face bore a strange Chinese character—stood a maglignant spirit.

Now finally noting the presence of the maglignant spirit which still was not possessing anyone, Kim Dojun thought, what on earth is this situation? and scanned the area again.

No matter how he looked, the situation was not as he had anticipated.

'... Even though I arrived quickly, I did have to take some time tearing through all the Muryu clan goons who tried to stop me on my way in.... Normally, she should have been possessed by now, right?'

But before he could dwell on it,

Turning at the sound of a voice, Kim Dojun saw the man give a twisted smile.

A man with a huge Chinese character engraved on his forehead.

As soon as Kim Dojun looked at him, the man snapped his fingers.

With a thunderous rumble, Muryu clan members began flooding in from the stairway and ceiling, as if they'd been waiting for this moment.

"So, what are you gonna do now?"

With the man asking this while still smiling, Kim Dojun's face twisted in disbelief.

'This bastard, dropping a "It's me" even though he hasn't even performed a maglignant spirit possession.'

But as he thought that,

'Since Shin Se-yeon hasn't been possessed, and the maglignant spirit is clearly still at that guy's side... Looks like all I have to do is take that bastard out.'

Having already assessed the situation, he immediately lowered his stance—

"What do you mean, what will I do—"

—And lunged straight at the man.

The Muryu clan sorcerers, startled at Kim Dojun's overwhelming speed, hurriedly launched their sorcery and rushed him.

Kim Dojun grabbed the leg of the sorcerer throwing the first kick at him.

He swung the man around, flattening all those trying to close in on him.

Heading directly to Shin Se-yeon, Kim Dojun—

—easily snapped the restraining tools she couldn't break, then immediately vaulted through the ceiling, tossing her outside the basement.

'The maglignant spirit seems attached to that side, but better safe than sorry.'

Deciding to keep her safe first.

After uttering that, Kim Dojun turned to head back into the basement. Two sorcerers trailing him were effortlessly caught in each hand.

He used the two as blunt instruments, mowing down the Muryu clan members converging on him.

With a single punch from Kim Dojun, dozens of sorcerers were sent flying,

With one driving sweep, the ranks of the sorcerers were shattered instantly.

And so, in under ten minutes—

Kim Dojun had succeeded in flattening every Muryu clan sorcerer.

The man who had been watching Kim Dojun with curious eyes just moments before—

"You, I remember you."

He abruptly pointed at Kim Dojun and muttered.

"You're the one who interfered with our plans before, aren't you? Name was, Kim Dojun, right?"

Kim Dojun's brows furrowed at the man's words.

But the man, as if it had just clicked, grinned slyly.

"Yeah, that guy. You're the one who messed up our plans and sent all our people to the grave. I remember you from the photos."

He tapped his forehead as he spoke.

Kim Dojun frowned thoughtfully.

He spoke of the figure he'd heard about back when rescuing Han Soyeon.

Nodding as though to confirm, the man grinned even wider.

"Well well, this is lucky, isn't it?"

Murmuring as if in a good mood.

"And why do you consider it lucky?"

At Kim Dojun's question,

"Because I get to take out the guy who interfered in our plans, of course."

He replied with satisfaction.

Simultaneously, an explosion of blue spiritual power erupted from the body of the white-haired mutant, who had lain slumped until moments ago.

The mutant rose with a brilliant light.

At the same time, his once-white hair ignited into blue flames, hardened blue-black carapace began to grow over his wrinkled skin.

Clouded eyes, instead of clarity, now streamed darkness and blue-black spiritual power; razor fangs extended as if the body had become a possessed entity.

At the very instant the fatal spike was dislodged from his shoulder, Shin Chun-gyun—or rather:

[... A body without a soul, infused with the life force of the Monarch of Greed. Not bad.]

—Azmo of Greed had descended.

The moment Azmo of Greed appeared, the whole world was dyed in blue flames.

"It hurts! It hurts!!"

The Muryu clan sorcerers, just recently flattened by Kim Dojun, all clutched their heads in agony.

The sorcerers' screams echoed like a wailing canyon.

Yet beyond them, Azmo of Greed stood fully awakened, now smiling in exactly the same form Kim Dojun had seen in the Sorcery Killing Technique.

The man behind him, wearing a twisted grin of satisfaction,

"Well, I don't know why you came here, but just think of it as getting your beating early."

He formed a hand seal.

Along with that, his body began to vanish.

"No matter what, us Seers never forgive those who meddle with the 'Plan'."

Even though the appearance of a maglignant spirit should have triggered a barrier, the man began dissipating naturally into black smoke, speaking with a breezy air—

"Well, I've done my job here, so I'll just—"

For, as he was turning into black smoke, the man abruptly reverted to his solid form.

For the first time, the perennial grin on the man's face gave way to panic.

He once more formed a hand seal.

But despite using exactly the same seal, no sorcery activated; as he tried yet again—

The moment Azmo of Greed spoke—

He grabbed the man's head.

[Your sorcery and spiritual power, I've already stolen them—]

Azmo of Greed grinned maliciously.

"W-wait, I'm the one who created this body for you with the highest-grade life force, right? How could you—"

The man stammered in distress.

Azmo, still gripping the man's head, looked straight at him.

[Watching the face of someone who never thought they'd be betrayed fill with despair—]

He crushed the man's head as it tried to disappear.

The man's body collapsed, limp.

Azmo of Greed, grinning wide, turned to face Kim Dojun, who had watched this anticlimactic death.

Smiling even bigger, he twisted three fingers into the form of a stemmed hand seal.

[Which of your powers shall I steal to gift you with despair?]

He said with palpable glee.

Kim Dojun, who had played Sorcery Killing Technique, knew the sorcery Azmo of Greed was about to use.

'He has only two spells.'

Though it was fewer than Gatura of Salvation—his first opponent—when Kim Dojun played the game, Azmo of Greed was the most troublesome enemy to face.

'... Both of his spells steal the other's sorcery and spiritual power.'

One of Azmo's spells, plunder (簒奪), stole a sorcerer's technique—in the event he used it, the opponent could never use that spell again as long as Azmo lived.

Another spell, siphon (收奪), permanently stripped the opponent of all spiritual power. For sorcerers, either spell was a devastating mismatch.

But that was for a 'sorcerer.'

[Show me your despair, human, right here before me.]

As Kim Dojun thought, Azmo of Greed formed a hand seal—

—and invoked sorcery.

A blue mist gathered and shot toward Kim Dojun, the spiritual power he'd densely stored through spirit dispelling began siphoning into Azmo.

Azmo grinned in utter satisfaction.

But he didn't stop there: contorting his hand bizarrely, he formed the Wisdom-Within Seal (智中印).

He used the spell to steal his opponent's sorcery, never losing his mirth.

Thus, Kim Dojun, struck by Siphon and Plunder, lost his spiritual power and sorcery in one stroke.

As said earlier, had Kim Dojun been a sorcerer, this would have ended the fight instantly.

For a sorcerer, losing both one's powers and techniques meant there was no way to attack—it was tantamount to checkmate.

However, Kim Dojun was unconcerned. From the beginning—

—he wasn't a sorcerer.

Kim Dojun smiled and flexed his body.

The wooden floor groaned, unable to withstand his strength.

Azmo of Greed stood momentarily dumbfounded.

"Alright, I'm coming."

Kim Dojun paid him no mind and dashed forward.

"Let's see if you can actually block this."

In an instant, he appeared before Azmo.

And immediately smashed Azmo of Greed's face.

CRASH—! BRAKAKAKANG—!! ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel·fiɾe·net

The chilling sound boomed out as Azmo of Greed crashed through several walls, and the fight erupted.