I Got an Omnipotent Angel - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27: Itaewon Club (2)

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I ended up joining forces with Gagaram.

More precisely, Gagaram had taken an interest in Wolryeong Bodhisattva.

"I see. Dream demons... I almost got caught without realizing it."

After we talked in the room, Gagaram snapped his fingers and declared confidently.

"Fine, I'll help."

"Huh? Really?"

"Of course. I owe Gari Bodhisattva a debt. Thanks to them, I got the reward for subjugating the Eight-Foot-Tall Ghost too."

The Eight-Foot-Tall Ghost was still alive. Should I tell him?

"Besides, helping a lady in trouble is a knight's duty, isn't it?"

"Hoho."

"..."

Gagaram seemed more interested in Wolryeong Bodhisattva than me.

For Gagaram's sake, I decided to bury the truth.

"Anyway, dream demons. Have you thought about how we'll lure them out?"

"I'm scouting through my familiar right now. Ah, Jjaekjjaeki, don't go in there."

"What is it?"

"Jjaekjjaeki just looked down through a vent beneath the women's changing room."

Jjaekjjaeki, whose vision I was sharing, was diligently flying around the club.

It seemed to have stopped by the women's changing room, because barely dressed women suddenly appeared in its view, and I hurriedly told it to look away.

Then...

"Huh? A tail?"

"A tail?"

"Did you find something?"

It was literally a tail.

Something about it looked unnatural, though. Only the details around the tail appeared blurry.

When I explained, Wolryeong Bodhisattva stroked her chin and made a guess.

"It appears they have undone their transformation."

"Their transformation?"

"Yes. It is a common trick used by nonhuman races with physical traits unlike humans. They must hide their identity to blend into the human world, after all."

But they undid their transformation in the changing room?

There were other people beside them. Wouldn't they be seen?

"I don't think there's only one dream demon."

"More than one demon? What a headache."

I could see about two people in the changing room. That meant there were at least two.

Anyway, now that we'd found the dream demons, we needed to follow them...

"Oh, they're gone."

The dream demon vanished from sight.

Jjaekjjaeki was watching from above the vent, so its field of view was narrow. It only moved slightly, yet we lost it.

"Jjaekjjaeki! Go after them! No, don't leave the vents! It could be dangerous!"

Jjaekjjaeki started descending through the vent, then heard my order and hurried through another passage.

But it was already too late.

"We lost them."

"That's unfortunate."

"Did you see what they looked like?"

I described the dream demon's appearance as I had seen it through Jjaekjjaeki's eyes.

"They had their back turned, so all I saw was long black hair."

"What were they wearing?"

"They were half-undressed, so I couldn't tell."

"They must work here, then."

I thought the same thing.

Why else would someone come all the way to a club just to change clothes?

They would have arrived already dressed. The dress code here also seemed strict.

In other words, the dream demon I had just seen was probably a hostess working at the club.

"Hostesses... Isn't that illegal?"

"Not really something people like us should say. Especially not in a place like this."

Gagaram casually pointed toward a corner of the dance floor.

Some men there were receiving something from a waiter. It was a bag filled with white powder.

"Drugs?"

"Clubs are breeding grounds for every kind of illegal activity. In places like this, hostesses are practically a required product."

Selling drugs in the middle of South Korea.

Well, it seemed like that had been going on for a while, but how had a country that used to be drug-free ended up like this?

"That dream demon is probably a hostess who stays at the club. As a dream demon, working that kind of job would make it easier to find prey."

Gagaram looked over the price list on the table in our room.

"No wonder it's a popular club in Itaewon. These prices are vicious. If Gari Bodhisattva can afford a VVIP room like this... they must be incredibly wealthy."

Gagaram was starting to misunderstand something.

No, why had he suddenly come to that conclusion?

"I expected someone as skilled as Gari Bodhisattva to have money rotting away in their pockets. They took down the Eight-Foot-Tall Ghost in one go."

Should I tell him now?

That it wasn't dead.

But Gagaram kept raising his expectations of me all on his own.

"Wait."

Mentioning money reminded me...

"This club can do anything if you pay enough, right?"

"It's capitalism at its most extreme."

The dream demons were hostesses at this club.

And who did hostesses entertain?

I had my answer.

* * *

"Manager! Room Three put in an order!"

"Already? How long has it been since we set up their champagne?"

The VVIP rooms at the club, or rather, rooms for the obscenely rich, were the club's lifeline.

The money spent there was on a completely different scale from the regular tables. And among those orders...

"What did they order?"

"The Emperor Set! The one-hundred-million-won set!"

"...!"

The manager's pupils shook as he rushed toward Room Three.

Inside, a distinguished-looking chairman was casually looking down at the dance floor.

"What are you doing? Get the order ready! Where are Sunmi and Jessica? Where are those two?"

"They're on break right now, so they're probably resting..."

The manager ran so hard toward the break room that the soles of his shoes felt like they would come off.

Soon, he found the two beautiful hostesses resting there.

"Sunmi! Jessica! Get ready right away!"

"What is it, Manager?"

"It's our break time."

Despite him being the manager, the two hostesses barely reacted.

What rude bitches.

Still, he couldn't argue with them. The two were the club's aces, and the money they brought in from the VIP rooms was no joke.

Nobody knew how they had wrapped those arrogant VIPs around their fingers, but there were plenty who had been charmed into giving them everything they had.

"This isn't the time! It's the Emperor Set! Get ready and move!"

"The Emperor Set? What, did one of our guys come in?"

"If they did, you should've called us sooner!"

Thinking it was one of the VIPs they managed, the two pressed the manager for answers.

"No! It's a new face! A total newbie!"

At the mention of a new face, meaning a brand-new sucker, the two women's eyes gleamed wickedly.

Soon after, colorful fireworks burst across the dance floor as the DJ shouted.

"One-hundred-million-won Dom Pérignon Emperor Set! The Dom Pérignon Emperor Set is coming through!"

Whoooosh!

"Whoa, what the hell is that?"

"Did someone order the Emperor Set?"

"They must be seriously rich..."

The guests on the floor murmured as all eyes gathered in one place.

Then beautiful women entered the center of the dance floor carrying champagne and fruit, along with a huge sign that read 100 Million Won.

They announced the one-hundred-million-won order to every corner of the club, shining a spotlight on VIP Room Three.

"Wow, they really must be rich..."

"I'm jealous..."

"It must be nice being born into a rich family."

Right. That was the reaction.

A dopamine rush where people's envy and jealousy were laid bare.

Those were the looks people ordering expensive champagne sets enjoyed.

You had to stoke that tangled mess of desire for rich people to keep throwing around money.

And the real customer solicitation didn't end there.

"All right! Move to the room!"

After showing off the Emperor Set order to everyone in the club, the hostesses headed for Room Three.

"The Emperor Set is coming in~"

Sunmi and Jessica.

The club's aces and servants of the demon Asmodeus, the two looked the sucker up and down with seductive smiles.

'He's got money plastered all over him.'

'The guy next to him looks a little shabby... Is he an employee?'

Then they noticed Wolryeong Bodhisattva beside them.

She was quite beautiful.

He was walking around with a beauty like that and ordering the Emperor Set at a club?

They could roughly guess what was going on.

She was probably a girlfriend he kept around with money.

'That spot will be ours soon enough.'

Among the club hostesses, the two fixed their eyes on their target.

A decadent place overflowing with lust was the stage for dream demons and lust demons.

If they seduced that sucker properly and took him out for an after-party, they would win.

Once a human was enchanted by a dream demon, they would flounder in the dream demon's fishing pond and become a sucker who endlessly offered up everything they had!

"Hello. I'm Sunmi, an ace at XX Club."

"I'm Jessica~"

Not just the two of them, but the crowd of club aces introduced themselves one after another, trying to catch the sucker's eye.

About six of them would be chosen from the group. The two were certain they would be picked.

Then the sucker, who had been looking over the club aces, suddenly covered his nose.

"Ugh..."

What was wrong with him all of a sudden?

The beauty beside him cautiously asked,

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, what is it?"

"...It smells like shit."

That was a reason they could never have imagined.

* * *

First, I would place the most expensive order and draw the club's attention.

Then the club's hostesses would naturally gather around, and I could find the dream demons among them.

It was a plan that came to me on the spot, but it worked.

"Whew, one hundred million won. I've never seen anyone blow one hundred million at a club before."

"Exactly. Bodhisattva, are you all right with this?"

Gagaram and Wolryeong Bodhisattva looked at me with expressions caught between awe and concern.

One hundred million won.

Yeah, that was how much I had spent to order the Emperor Set.

Honestly, it was an amount I could never have imagined spending before.

I still couldn't understand the idea of spending one hundred million won just to drink and be entertained.

"It seemed worth it."

The reward for subjugating a dream demon was two hundred million won per demon. There were at least two, so I could make a minimum of four hundred million.

I would also receive support money. It was an investment worth trying.

More importantly...

"I can earn money again later. Those demon bastards are causing trouble, so dealing with them comes first."

"...Gari Bodhisattva."

Gagaram suddenly grabbed my shoulder.

"Gari Bodhisattva... I knew you weren't an ordinary person, but I never imagined you were this extraordinary!"

What was he misunderstanding this time?

"How old are you, Gari Bodhisattva? No, that doesn't matter. Respect is all I need to call someone my big brother."

"No, I'm younger than you..."

"I'll treat you like my big brother! Big brother!"

I didn't need this...

As that was happening, celebratory fireworks for the Emperor Set order exploded.

They really were broadcasting it to the entire neighborhood. There was a sucker here who had spent one hundred million won on alcohol.

"Good heavens..."

This was some next-level bullshit.

God, Jesus. If this decadent place wasn't Sodom and Gomorrah, then what was it?

"The Emperor Set is nice. I want to splurge like that too."

"Hoho, it reminds me of Du-han, who rented out all of Gukbin-gwan."

"Huh? Kim Du-han?"

Anyway, that decadent, punk, obscene parade finally reached the room I was in.

The lights focused on Room Three, and people's eyes gathered outside the mirrored glass. It was hard to endure such an embarrassing situation, but I had work to do.

"Whew..."

Jjaekjjaeki hadn't returned.

It seemed lost, but it had done a great job scouting, so that was fine.

"All right! Pick whoever you want from this group!"

The waiter lined up the beautiful women and told me to choose as I pleased.

People weren't products. What the hell was this?

Anyway, I had to find the dream demons among them, but there was a problem.

It stank.

It seriously smelled like shit.

The smell had been overwhelming since before I entered the club, so I knew it wouldn't be easy. But now that the dream demons were right in front of me, it was even worse than I had expected.

There was definitely a dream demon among them.

But the stench was so strong that I couldn't tell whose smell it was.

'Why do they all have to have black hair?'

I could understand it for East Asians, but even the woman who looked foreign had black hair.

"Anyone... want to stay?"

The hostesses all raised their hands at once.

Maybe it was because this was a chance to make a lot of money. Their desires were burning so fiercely that I couldn't tell who the dream demons were.

Then I noticed the sound system in the room.

These private VIP rooms could block out the noise and attention outside while letting customers enjoy their own sound system.

It meant you could hang around with women in a private space and enjoy it like a karaoke room... I had never known places like this existed.

"Then sing! I'll decide who stays based on that!"

"Pardon? Sir, that's..."