YM778.TV Chapter 189
Chapter 189
Chapter 189: Everyone’s Strongest Sword (9)
Even if it wasn’t Im Kwangho’s extermination decree, the mutants of Gangbuk District 3 were determined to kill the mad frog with the trumpet.
–Squaaaak!
The noise was horrendous enough to provoke such thoughts.
–Please, stop it!
–Cease…!
Im Kwangho, being a dragonkin, only felt slightly annoyed by the blockade of magic, but ordinary mutants not only suffered from piercing noise upon hearing Pofu’s performance, but also experienced dizziness.
–Squaawk!
–Kill it quickly!
Soon, three mutants rushed forward, and Im Kwangho also directed a venomous breath towards Yeongwoo and Pofu.
–You’re dead…!”
Kwaaaah!
A formidable energy emanated from Im Kwangho’s eyes, devoid of his usual composure.
Meanwhile, Yeongwoo while running away looked back at Pofu, who was still fleeing in the opposite direction while blowing his trumpet.
–Squaaaaak!
“That can’t block the breath?”
As Yeongwoo asked, Pofu, rolling his eyes, blew the trumpet again and resumed his escape.
–Squaak!
It probably meant it couldn’t block it because it wasn’t magic.
Meanwhile, the automatic combat greatsword, “Golden Trail,” charged towards Im Kwangho confidently, but…
*Kwak!*
It was subdued with a single swipe of its foreleg.
No matter how legendary the weapon was, it couldn’t face a dragon alone.
‘Damn it, this won’t work…’
Blaming himself, Yeongwoo grabbed the whistle around his neck.
Although it was a trick to be used when more mutants gathered, the situation left him no choice.
‘But there are only four mutants here. If I call my friends, we’ll be seven in total…’
Thus, one of the conditions for “Golden Storm” could be fulfilled.
As soon as his decision was made, Yeongwoo blew the whistle immediately.
*Beep!*
Upon hearing the sound, the three startled mutants and the venomous dragon, Im Kwangho, looked at Yeongwoo with terrified faces.
–What did you just…?
–The whistle…?
What now?
The answer to this question came immediately.
*Crack!*
A sound as if something were breaking in the sky.
–Huh…?
–What…?
At this time, when all mutants should have appeared already, what else could appear in the sky?
As all mutants in the audience looked up in awe, newly emerged mutants descended in the order of Gnoll, Golem, and White Tiger.
*Thud! Thud! Thud!*
–Oh.
–What… what’s going on?
While the clueless mutants of Gangbuk District 3 instinctively reacted, the venomous dragon, Im Kwangho, immediately sensed that something was wrong.
–Wow! Dragons this time, dragons!
The first to appear in the sky pointed towards this direction with its mouth wide open.
Then, the solid-faced granite golem showed a surprised expression.
–Where are you calling us to…?
Finally, the White Tiger appeared.
–Why are there so many? Did you deliberately gather them to buy a generator?
Im Kwangho heard strange words that he couldn’t understand even in his dreams.
“First, deal with that dragon, then those three over there.”
Pointing here and there with his finger, Yeongwoo gave murder orders.
In response, the three friends rushed towards Im Kwangho, and during this gap, Yeongwoo signaled to another servant, a Golden Goblin.
“Now, let’s summon the rain.”
–Keet!
Understanding the Goblin’s command, it opened a dimensional pouch and pulled out a golden sphere.
–Keekit!
Lifting the sphere high, Im Kwangho, seeing this, pushed Yeongtae with his foreleg and Kim Taejoon with his tail.
–Stop! What are you doing…!
He was too preoccupied with restraining Joseon’s Strongest Sword.
–You’re dead!
He then attempted to breathe at the goblin, but…
*Phwoooosh!*
Before he could, he was struck by General Kim Younghyeom’s body blow, propelled like a rugby ball.
*Thunk!*
–Damn it! I’ll have to fight a dragon now.
–Hey, sir, let me fight the dragon.
And at that moment, Yeongwoo…
*Tap!*
…was already touching the golden sphere.
*Wheeeeee!*
As soon as he made contact with Yeongwoo, the golden sphere began to spin rapidly.
And then…
*Paaaaat!*
Immediately soaring into the sky, the golden sphere drew a long golden arc in the air.
–Ah…!
–No, this can’t be!
The mutants sighed, not knowing exactly what it was.
Then…
*Whooosh!*
As the golden sphere exploded high in the sky, everyone widened their eyes, their pupils turning golden.
The scene where the sky, which had been covered in an unpleasant green color, was once again colored gold was a breathtaking sight even for mutants.
–Oh, my goodness.
–The sky… turned gold?
But the show that Yeongwoo prepared was just beginning.
Soon, the golden raindrops that filled the sky of Gwangjin District began to fall to the ground.
*Suaaaaaa…!*
–Uh…!
–Be careful!
The mutants instinctively flinched as they saw the golden rain spreading, but soon blinked in realization.
–…?
They quickly realized that the rain wasn’t harming them.
And just like that, the poisonous storm came to an end.
The phenomenon of golden rain was even more extraordinary than the abnormal weather brought by the dragonkin.
‘Oh, the storm stopped?’
Yeongwoo also realized this belatedly and reached out through the golden rain.
Then…
《Joseon’s Strongest Sword, ‘Jeong Yeongwoo07,’ has given up exclusive control of 3 million karma and gifted 30,000 karma to all residents of Gwangjin District.》
《30,000 karma will soon be distributed in the form of commemorative coins. Prepare yourselves..》
As the results of the quantum choice appeared, three commemorative coins appeared from the sky.
*Pop!*
Although the coins were distributed in uninhabited areas, there was still income.
Thanks to this, as the poisonous storm subsided, the path was cleared for other Strongest Swords approaching from this direction.
“Hey, Yeongwoo!”
In the distance, Jeonggu was riding on the back of Negwig, rushing towards the monsters and mutant, while shortly after, Yang Wootaek, Mapo’s Strongest Sword and Kim Doha, Yongsan’s Strongest Sword approached with two mutants.
In other words, besides Yeongwoo’s friends, there were now seven mutants gathered here.
And thus, one of the completion conditions for the “Golden Storm” was fulfilled.
*Ping!*
[Golden Storm]
|Summon golden rain in the following four ways. (1/4)
“Ah, finally got one done.”
Now, what remained was…
[Dogo] “Dragon Slayer”
[Mission] Teach what Dogo is to the chaebol, Im Kwangho.
Just follow the advertiser’s will.
*Clank.*
As Yeongwoo squeezed Bastard and looked at the venomous dragon on the other side, Im Kwangho, who had been struggling with the three friends and the automatic combat greatsword, turned his head and met his gaze.
–…What is it?
To this, Yeongwoo, with Bastard lying on the ground, rushed towards Im Kwangho at high speed and said,
Kwaaaah!
“Sir! Please help me pay taxes…!”
Jeong Yeongwoo began his journey as a sincere taxpayer.
* * *
Meanwhile, at the same time, in front of the Ryugyong Hotel in Pyongyang, North Korea.
Pyongyang Strongest Sword Lim Yeongpyo01 knelt, or rather, in contemplation.
Both of his legs were broken.
And in front of the kneeling Yeongpyo…
*Taaaang!*
Two yakshas, each standing at a height of 5 meters with giant clubs, stood upright as if they were executioners.
They were the subordinates of Kim Jong-un, the Chairman of the Workers’ Party of Korea and the Supreme Leader of North Korea.
Or precisely, they were a kind of gatekeepers that had to be overcome to fight against him.
However…
‘…I’m… frustrated.’
Lim Yeongpyo, the acknowledged strongest in Pyongyang, couldn’t even see Kim Jong-un’s face, let alone his feet.
Because he had failed to break the two yakshas Kim Jong-un brought.
Goooo…
As a chilling aura was felt from above, Yeongpyo raised his head, and he saw a giant furnace hovering in the air, slightly closer than before.
“…..”
Now, probably the only thing Yeongpyo could face was that furnace, which was likely to contain the being he was about to confront.
–If you have any last words, speak them. It’s compensation for daring to challenge me.
After a moment, the being inside the furnace spoke.
“Phew…!”
At this, Yeongpyo finally realized.
He was truly facing that being.
When he first challenged him, he had thought confidently of smashing the yakshas and insulting him.
But reality turned out to be much different from his imagination.
Lim Yeongpyo01, Pyongyang’s Strongest Sword.
Although he boasted of being the strongest in Pyongyang, or even in all of Joseon, some things just weren’t meant to be.
‘Was it impossible from the beginning?’
Deep disillusionment set in.
Just like the being who had been destined to sit on the throne from the moment of existence, their fate was predetermined from the beginning.
To be defeated after using every trick and to end up being trampled upon.
‘…Ah.’
A swirling vortex seemed to slowly engulf his mind.
For some time now, the sensation in his two legs had been vague, giving him the feeling that only his upper body was barely alive.
Yet…
“…?”
His hand, holding the sword as a faint sign of resistance, was trembling uncontrollably.
When he deeply acknowledged his defeat, a belated terror crept in.
And his lips, turning pale blue, whispered faintly.
“P… please spare me.”
He weakly uttered the words befitting his status.
Perhaps all of this was predetermined.
–Ridiculous. If you have no words to leave behind, I shall now take your life.
As the voice from the furnace spoke, one of the yakshas slowly raised its brutal club.
*Swoosh…*
At that moment, a large shadow stretched over Yeongpyo’s face.
It’s over. Everything is over now.
–Starting with your blood, this land will turn red ag…
At the moment when the heavy voice was about to bid farewell to Yeongpyo’s final moments.
“W… wait!”
Yeongpyo, who had been tightly closing his eyes, suddenly raised his left arm.
–…?
“I had one thing I wanted to tell you, but I forgot for a moment.”
At this, the voice from the furnace remained silent for a moment, but eventually allowed the inquiry out of curiosity.
–What is it? Speak.
“That, that is…”
Sweating profusely, with a face that seemed to doubt if it was really true, Yeongpyo rolled his eyes.
Then, clenching his molars tightly, he uttered the words.
“A great thief entered our country.”