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Translator: ZERO_SUGAR

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Chapter 221: Episode 41: Real Revolutionary (5)

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Yu Junghyeok used his mastered [Stealth Movement] and [Veil of Concealment] to infiltrate the industrial complex with ease.

[You have entered a new Main Scenario area.]

The Demon Realm's industrial complex. He had briefly visited the Demon Realm during the second round, but this was his first time coming here at this point.

As he slowly surveyed his surroundings, he saw Incarnations wandering around the industrial citizen quarters. They had given up on the Scenario and despaired of the world. Those expressions were one reason Junghyeok rarely formed ties with others.

For a regressor, that was the most poisonous emotion of all.

‘It’s quieter than I expected. I thought it would be chaos if Kim Dokja had appeared.’

There was no sign of anyone who looked like Dokja. With his conspicuous behavior, he should have stood out wherever he went...

It was enough to make Yu Junghyeok question whether that bastard was really alive.

“...Annoying. This place is too large.”

[The constellation Demonic Judge of Fire hopes you do not cause any unnecessary casualties.]

The Uriel doll on his shoulder puffed out her cheeks. Junghyeok let out a quiet sigh and focused his vision on his surroundings. Coming with an Archangel’s symbolic form had placed restrictions on his actions.

‘It would be easy enough to grab an industrial citizen and ask...’

When he sharpened his senses, he felt dark presences hiding among the industrial citizens.

The traces unmistakably belonged to demonic species. Since they were demonic species, even the Archangel would have nothing to say.

‘It’ll be faster to beat information out of those who know the most.’

Demonic species were strong, of course. But Junghyeok was a Transcendent.

A being who had risen to the status of a Seat without borrowing the authority of a Patron.

Unless the enemy was on par with a Constellation, few mortals could threaten him now.

‘That one will do.’

Junghyeok’s shadow moved like flowing water, taking up position behind his target in an instant. Before the startled Demon Count could cry out, Junghyeok activated a skill.

[Exclusive Skill, Soundproofing Lv.10, has activated!]

The Demon Count, dangling from Junghyeok’s grip on the back of his neck, struggled wildly.

Junghyeok ignored him and spoke.

“Answer my questions honestly from now on, and I’ll spare you.”

He had no intention of sparing him, naturally, but he said it anyway. Experience had taught him this was more effective. The flustered Demon Count shouted.

“Wh-what, who are you? Guh! Y-you dare do this...!”

The indiscriminate beating turned the Demon Count’s body into a rag in no time.

After vomiting a bowlful of black blood and spewing every curse he knew, the Demon Count spoke in a groveling voice less than five minutes later.

“A-ask! Ask me anything!”

Only then did Junghyeok open his mouth.

“Kim Dokja is...”

He stopped mid-sentence as something occurred to him. If it was the Dokja he knew, he naturally wouldn’t be revealing his name while operating here.

Junghyeok changed his question.

“Where is ‘Yu Junghyeok’?”

* * *

[Someone has made the Yu Junghyeok Declaration!]

[Someone has made the Yu Junghyeok Declaration!]

Countless industrial citizens were shouting the name “Yu Junghyeok.” It was as though the entire industrial complex had become Yu Junghyeok. When I came to my senses, I was being swept along with all those Yu Junghyeoks as we advanced toward the Factory.

“I’m Yu Junghyeok too!”

“I’m the real Yu Junghyeok!”

Of course, I was in the crowd, lending a hand as well.

“I’m Yu Junghyeok! Waaaaah!”

That bastard Junghyeok should have seen this...

I wondered what expression he would make if he were here.

[The name of Revolutionary Yu Junghyeok resounds throughout the 73rd Demon Realm.]

The Star Stream was, after all, a world of fables.

So many industrial citizens had invoked Junghyeok’s name. He had surely gained a fable of considerable standing. Lucky bastard. I didn’t know where he was or what he was doing, but he’d better damn well gobble it all up.

That was when a strange message rang out.

[Your fame is increasing.]

Huh?

[The reputation of Kim Dokja is rapidly rising in the 73rd Demon Realm.]

The messages continued.

...What the hell was going on? I had never revealed my name.

Either way, the situation itself wasn’t bad.

[Insolent...!]

The Duke of Seisvitz staggered as he maneuvered the weapon. Even riding that massive Fable Weapon, he couldn’t help being overwhelmed by the momentum of the surging industrial citizens.

[The last Executioner has died.]

[The Dictator Effect of the Duke of Seisvitz has been lifted.]

At last, Jang Hayoung had completed the mission.

[All Executioners in the industrial complex have died.]

[All beings in the industrial complex have gained the right of execution over the Dictator.]

[For the next hour, the Night of Revolution begins!]

The Night of Revolution.

The industrial citizens were exhilarated by this time that had come for the first time in their lives.

The right of execution over the duke.

The power to personally execute the Dictator with their own hands.

“Waaaaaah! Let’s gooooo!”

Like waves crashing against solid reefs, the industrial citizens rushed toward the Factory. Even as the industrial citizen quarters were stained with blood and countless industrial citizens were trampled beneath the Factory, their resolve only burned hotter.

“Smash it all!”

The industrial citizens thought that all they had to do was destroy that enormous pile of scrap metal.

If they could get past that iron wall, they could tear the duke’s fragile flesh to pieces.

「But the industrial citizens did not know that the greatest trial of this revolution was only beginning now.」

As the enormous grinding machines began to turn, the industrial citizens were cut down in an instant.

“Waaaaaah!”

“Fall back!”

In the Revolutionary Scenario, the Night of Revolution was when the duke was most vulnerable. Every industrial citizen in the industrial complex gained the right to kill the duke.

But there was a condition. The duke had to come outside the Factory.

“Damn it! It’s too hard!”

No matter how much they struck it, the exterior of the Factory wouldn’t break.

The duke laughed.

[Foolish creatures.]

He, too, had once been a Revolutionary. There was no way he hadn’t anticipated this day. The Night of Revolution was the most dangerous time for the duke. But as long as he didn’t leave the Factory, the duke was completely safe.

[Nothing can bring down this Factory.]

That was why the duke had created his Factory in the strongest form in the world.

A Factory built on the foundation of an underworld Colossus. Naturally, it was impossible for the industrial citizens to destroy that terrifying Fable Weapon with their own strength.

Crackcrackcrack!

There was no mercy in the duke’s movements.

Each time the grinders and polishers moved, the industrial citizens’ bodies were ground into chunks of flesh. Along with their blood, Indirect Messages rained from the sky.

[The constellation Nouveau Riche Snake Boss is intoxicated by the bloody battlefield!]

[The constellation Nail-Eating Rat is delighted by the slaughter of humans.]

As coin messages poured down, the industrial citizens’ formation finally began to collapse.

“Aaaaargh!”

Before the unbreakable exterior wall, the revolution was helplessly crumbling.

“Aileen. Are you done?”

“The temporary measures are complete. But as for fighting...”

“It’s fine. I only need to move once.”

I answered roughly and stood tall. This was probably the limit of what Story Repair could patch up.

[Where are you hiding? Go on, recite that precious revolution of yours again!]

Listening to the duke’s voice, I took a light breath. I gripped Unbreakable Faith tightly and walked forward one step at a time.

Sizzle...

Sparks kept bursting from the Factory’s exterior, which was using excessive Plausibility. That Factory was clearly a power from outside the Scenario. The Constellations sponsoring that bastard were likely bearing the burden of this unfairness.

「Kim Dokja thought. If that bastard was crushing the industrial citizens with power from outside the Scenario, then this side had no choice but to do the same.」

“Biyoo.”

Biyoo, who had been hiding in the air, appeared with a “Baat.”

“Expand the channel bandwidth to the underworld.”

It might be difficult for Biyoo as she was now. But without doing this, I couldn’t use this method.

“Can you do it?”

Biyoo looked strained, but she forced herself to nod.

[Baat.]

This was my final measure.

I recalled the time I had gone to the underworld for the second time.

“This is the key to making a Colossus. Got it?”

“Oh-ho, so this is how it worked... Wow, thank you so much!”

“Well, if you’re that grateful, you can put my name in the creator credits when you’re done.”

I hadn’t used it until now. That was because this Fable Weapon consumed an immense amount of Plausibility.

A weapon that caused a Plausibility Backlash just by being summoned.

Unless it was a Scenario on the scale of Gigantomachia, the great war of the Constellations, this weapon was subject to monstrous Plausibility restrictions. I couldn’t even summon it alone, so it was like having the strongest sword but being unable to draw it.

“Prisoner of the Golden Headband.”

But if I wasn’t alone, that changed things.

[The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband looks at you.]

“Please help me.”

Even with the Great Sage Equaling Heaven’s help, summoning it would probably be all I could manage. But if I could summon it, I would win this fight.

[The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband says that would violate the fairness of the Scenario.]

“I want to change this Scenario.”

I glanced toward the sparking Factory.

Despite receiving the Scenario buff called the right of execution, the industrial citizens couldn’t lay a finger on the duke. At this rate, the entire population of the industrial complex would be exterminated in a few dozen minutes.

“And if we’re talking about fairness, hasn’t it already been violated long ago?”

[The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband is annoyed.]

Damn it. I thought we had gotten a little closer, but I guess not.

The Great Sage Equaling Heaven wasn’t someone who easily got involved in things like this. Maybe even listening to me this much was a miracle.

“Are you really going to leave those bastards alone? They were the ones who violated Plausibility first.”

[The constellation Nouveau Riche Snake Boss enjoys the chaos.]

“There isn’t even a dokkaebi here to restrain them.”

The Great Sage Equaling Heaven said nothing. Thinking about it, he hadn’t lent me Plausibility during King of a Kingless World either.

In the end, I had to commit a taboo.

“Have you perhaps received a strange message recently?”

[The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband asks what you mean.]

“I don’t know the details, but something about the hair you lost...”

Rumble!

Thunderous energy descended from the sky. The Great Sage Equaling Heaven was furious. As if answering that fury, I shouted.

“That’s right. Those are the bastards responsible.”

[The constellation Nouveau Riche Snake Boss stares at you in shock.]

[The constellation Nail-Eating Rat tears at its own nails in the unexpected situation.]

[The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband is enraged!]

In that instant, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's hair, which I had kept in my pocket, floated into the air.

Only then did I let out a breath.

“...I’ll put it to good use.”

The moment I firmly grasped the hair, I felt the power of condensed fables.

This much energy from just a single strand of hair... I couldn’t even begin to measure the Great Sage Equaling Heaven’s full power.

Still, this was where the real problem began.

After hesitating for a moment, I looked to the sky and recited the activation phrase.

“...O blade forged to slay the sleeping giant.”

The moment I uttered that embarrassing opening line, the color of the sky began to change. The clouds showed strange signs, and a black, ominous aura filled the night sky.

[The Constellations of the underworld have noticed your existence!]

Right, there was no way this could go unnoticed. It would be stranger if it didn’t. But even if they noticed, there was nothing I could do. All I could do was hope Persephone and Hades looked kindly upon me.

“Descend here, now.”

With that simple conclusion, half the discolored sky split apart. From the gap, two enormous eyes stared at me.

[Colossus Pluto responds to your call.]

Sparks of terrifying Plausibility shook my body. My entire body went numb as if I were an electric eel, and blood flowing from my eyes dyed my vision red. I wanted to scream, but the pain didn’t even permit me that.

[The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband shares the burden of your Plausibility.]

The only reason my already tattered Incarnation body didn’t immediately perish was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven’s protection.

[The Demon Kings of nearby Demon Realms are startled by the terrifying storm of Plausibility!]

[A few Constellations are shocked by the anomaly in the Scenario!]

A gigantic shadow was advancing through the black night sky. Several industrial citizens looked up. Their eyes slowly widened.

“C-catastrophe...”

The duke, who had realized something too late, looked up at the sky as well.

Rumble!

A black mechanical frame emerged from the crack in the sky. Its exterior had a chilling sheen like the scales of a black dragon. The duke cried out in shock.

[That is... H-how can this be?!]

It was only natural for him to be stunned.

[I heard it was still incomplete!]

It had been, once.

More precisely, it had been incomplete until I visited the underworld.

「The King of the Underworld’s secret weapon, Colossus Pluto.」

The giant armored weapon, thirty meters tall, fell from the sky.

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