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◈ Our Precious Demon King ◈
Chapter 83: Passing the Bomb
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Rrrrrumble.
A world where everything was black.
In this world of the defeated, seemingly shaped from the abyss, a new life was born.
Pop!
An ugly devil appeared, small enough to be cute.
“Grr, that fucking bastard, the Mad Sovereign!”
That bastard had killed them again.
It was infuriating!
If he'd killed the Demon King in Belheim, he should've just stayed there and taken the planet. Why come back to Earth?
“Fucking moron! Son of a bitch!”
They had to build up their strength all over again in this empty, dark world.
Then they had to choose a world to descend to.
Unfortunately, there was no way to descend again to Belheim or Earth, the planets where they'd already died.
“That fucking piece of shit!”
That meant, like it or not, they would never face the Mad Sovereign again.
'Wait, if that bastard dies, will I run into him in the Demon Realm?'
No.
That bastard wasn't a devil.
He was more devilish than any devil, yet he was human.
Who would believe such shocking news?
“Ah!”
The Empress of Hell!
An outborn devil.
If the rumors that she'd been born on Earth weren't just rumors...
“Heh heh, you fucking Mad Sovereign!”
I'd love to go and take revenge myself, but the rules of the Demon Realm made it impossible to descend to Earth again. So I'll send an assassin to get you instead!
This was the perfect case of using barbarians against barbarians.
A barbarian would take down another barbarian!
Ah, that brought Earth's god to mind too.
“Earth's god, you fucking bastard!”
That sneaky bastard of a god had set up a void realm as a trap.
It was teeming with devils who'd descended there, mistaking it for Earth.
It was like a fish trap packed with fish.
The problem was that those fish were fighting one another.
Using devils to catch devils!
It was the very essence of using barbarians against barbarians.
“You sneaky fuck, Earth's god. You can get screwed too.”
They would unleash the Demon Realm's crazy bitch, the poison known as the Empress of Hell, upon Earth.
“First, I need to grow...”
They couldn't face that terrifying devil like this.
They would clearly be slaughtered before they could get a single word out.
First, they needed to raise their rank enough to stand before the Empress of Hell.
“Kieee!”
A four-legged monster approached.
Ha. Back to starting with pathetic monsters like that.
Fsssh.
The ugly baby devil transformed into a four-legged beast.
“Kieee!”
“Kieee!”
They looked exactly alike as they barked threats at each other.
Like matching images on either side of a mirror.
* * *
Paris, France.
The dungeon was shrinking.
It hadn't even been two hours since it first appeared.
“I-it's disappearing!”
“They cleared it!”
“Special did it!”
We did not know exactly why yet, but a Korean hunter had teleported all the way here and was helping us.
“Oh, there's the director of the Special Security Bureau!”
“Woooo!”
That shout drew everyone's attention.
Reporters and citizens rushed over.
“Wow! I've never seen the French government get anything done as fast as they did today!”
“Blanc! You're the best!”
“Just keep this up!”
Hugo Blanc, director of the Special Security Bureau, smiled at the citizens' cheers, but inside, he was full of worry.
'Now the Korean Special will come out of there.'
When Director Blanc arrived, the raid party had consisted of Kim Junyong and five others.
'Twelve hunters died.'
Leon Febvre, the pride of the Special Security Bureau, had led a team inside, yet only six people remained.
This was a serious problem.
“Keep the citizens back.”
“Yes, Director.”
A senior police officer desperately held back the gathering crowd.
“Director Blanc! When did you request support from Korea?”
“Have you been holding secret talks with Korea?”
The reporters threw out questions at random, but Blanc remained silent.
The truth was, he had nothing to say.
'I need to know something before I can answer.'
He was just as curious as those reporters.
Why had a Korean hunter come to help?
Pop! Pop!
As the mass of black liquid shrank, the heroes who'd cleared the A-rank dungeon emerged.
Six people.
Two of them were Asian.
'Special One and Two.'
Kim Junyong and Kim Remi.
The other four belonged to the reconnaissance team that had been rushed inside.
'There's Leon!'
What a relief.
What an enormous relief.
Sixteen people had gone in, and twelve had died.
It was awful and tragic, but the fact that Leon was among the four survivors was encouraging.
People said that no life was worth more than another, but hunter resources were another matter.
It was a cold reality, but the safe return of SR-rank hunter Leon Febvre was the best possible outcome in the worst situation.
Even at a glance, the four survivors looked far from well.
“Leon, are you all right?”
“Ah... Director.”
His eyes were full of anxiety. He kept glancing at Kim Remi, unable to hide his fear.
He whispered into the director's ear.
“D-don't ever go against her.”
“Hmm?”
“Never, ever make an enemy of her.”
“F-for now, get some rest.”
“Whew...”
Leon Febvre and the other survivors were immediately taken away in the waiting ambulances.
“Whew!”
Hugo Blanc, director of the Special Security Bureau, took a short breath and braced himself.
Now he had to deal with the time bomb that had flown in from Korea.
He needed to pass it on before it blew up in France.
'Those damned Italians.'
He approached Korea's Special One, who was muttering something into thin air.
* * *
<Rescue is added to the Scales of Order.>
Clatterrr.
Beads clattered onto the pans, which had grown larger after each received an upgrade.
<Order: 875 - 38 : Chaos>
The black orbs on the pan of chaos annoyed him.
'That brat killed it thinking it was human.'
When Kim Junyong glared at her, Remi pretended not to notice.
Well, what could he do?
'It'd be a shame to settle up now.'
The doppelganger's dungeon must have been quite a threat.
This was almost as much as he'd earned for saving Yeouido.
'It would've caused that much damage if I hadn't stepped in.'
<Many hunters would have died during the raid.>
He nodded at the Scales' words.
Doppelgangers were certainly tricky devils.
“But they would've cleared it.”
<The losses would have been great, but it would eventually have been cleared.>
France had a Saintess, after all.
In any case, he'd earned quite a lot of points.
It would be a waste to accept some half-baked reward worth eight hundred points.
'Any villains around?'
Should he take care of a few while he was here?
“Hmm? Come to think of it, it's nighttime in Korea, isn't it? The settlement time's all over the place.”
<As long as the sun's power is with us, settlement can be delayed.>
“Ah!”
The day itself wasn't what mattered.
It was solar energy.
“So you use the sun as your power source.”
<That is correct.>
“Oh, then I might be able to shut the Scales down at night if I play it right.”
<...>
Kim Junyong chuckled.
Several tricks immediately came to mind.
'If I use teleportation to travel only to places where the sun's up, I could keep collecting order points forever.'
Order points were automatically settled at sunset.
That had limited how many he could save up, but now he'd found a way to extend the time.
<Rather than that, it would be better to defer weighing by developing the Scales.>
“I'll decide that myself.”
<...>
While he was teasing the Scales, a bald man approached.
The man bowed at the waist in an Eastern-style greeting, then spoke in fluent French.
[I'm Hugo Blanc, director of France's Special Security Bureau. Thank you for your help.]
“This is Mr. Hugo Blanc, director of France's Special Security Bureau. He thanks you for your help.”
The interpreter beside the bald man spoke fluent Korean.
“Oh, right.”
There was that!
Kim Junyong spotted a chance to make up the order points he lacked.
Citizens had gathered all around.
Just look at their curiosity, anticipation, and excitement.
Kim Junyong raised a hand and waved.
“Woooo!”
“Hey. Interpret for me. Tell them France is safe, so they don't need to worry.”
“Oh! Of course.”
The director's interpreter translated Kim Junyong's words.
“Woooo!”
<‘Gratitude’ and ‘Acclaim’ are added to the Scales of Order.>
These people.
Show a little more gratitude!
He still had a long way to go before he passed a thousand points.
Kim Junyong put an arm around Director Hugo Blanc's shoulders.
“Oh, tell him to call me whenever there's another crisis. I'll do it cheap.”
[Oh, d-do you mean that?]
“Yeah, so smile.”
[Oh!]
Kim Junyong took the awkwardly smiling director's hand and raised it high along with his own.
<‘Praise’, ‘Respect’, and ‘Awe’ are added to the Scales of Order.>
Clatterrr.
The number on the Scales passed nine hundred.
Ah, this was so easy.
The white beads had been piling up rapidly with the crowd's cheers, but they suddenly stopped.
“Hmm?”
<Everyone who would express gratitude has already done so.>
“These people.”
There weren't enough citizens here.
Or maybe they were only praising him with empty words.
“Hey, Director.”
[Hmm?]
“Ah, this language barrier's a real pain... Hey, interpreter. Ask him if there are any villains worth killing.”
“Oh! Villains?”
“Yeah. Anyone who's been a headache for you?”
“L-Louis the Shapeshifter is the most famous.”
“Is he nearby?”
“He lives in Paris.”
“...?”
That was awfully close.
When Kim Junyong tilted his head, the interpreter hurried to add an explanation.
“He can take on many different appearances, so he's very difficult to find.”
Kim Junyong and Remi exchanged a look.
That description alone told them exactly what was going on.
“Interesting.”
He'd made a contract with a devil.
Most likely some kind of doppelganger.
What a coincidence.
“All right. I'll take care of him.”
“Oh! Really?”
“Why would I joke about that?”
Pop! Pop!
Kim Junyong summoned his watchers.
Around a hundred watchers that had been roaming near Hansan 2-dong were summoned at once.
Frrrr.
The crowd looked bewildered as magpies, crows, pigeons, sparrows, and other birds suddenly appeared around them.
“Now, let's take some souvenir photos before we find the guy.”
“Huh?”
Kim Junyong and Kim Remi walked toward the Eiffel Tower.
An unexpected turn of events!
“P-please stand back!”
“Make way!”
The police hurried into action. Since the citizens knew what was going on, they readily cleared a path.
But instead of dispersing, they followed behind Kim Junyong in a long stream, looking like a marching protest.
“Special! Korean Special!”
Kim Junyong and Kim Remi walked on, listening to the crowd's cheers.
<‘Praise’ is added to the Scales of Order.>
One bead at a time, more order points came in.
Kim Junyong smiled happily.
'Free points.'
<Order: 917 - 38 : Chaos>
To get even one divine orb, the smallest reward worth having, he needed 1,038 order points.
“Clear the way! Hurry!”
After getting a rough explanation from the interpreter, Hugo Blanc hurried the police along.
Special One had come to Paris, cleared a dungeon, and now he was going to deal with Louis the Shapeshifter, who'd been a problem for so long!
He couldn't let this opportunity slip away.
Click! Click! Click!
The reporters kept taking photos of the marching crowd.
Hugo Blanc walked beside Kim Junyong, hoping to appear in as many pictures with him as possible.
People near the Eiffel Tower were startled by the procession.
Seeing such a mixed crowd approaching made them wonder what was happening.
“What is this? Some kind of protest?”
“Isn't it a celebrity? The police are escorting them.”
“Oh, with a crowd like that, could it be Sophie Giro?”
More onlookers gathered, leaving the police unable to advance.
“Call for backup. Hurry!”
“Yes, Director!”
The director grew tense.
Far too many people had gathered.
Crowd behavior was terribly contagious, and now everyone was chanting for the Korean Special.
He stole a glance at Kim Junyong's face.
'He's smiling?'
Not bad.
He didn't know why, but Kim Junyong seemed to be in a good mood.
“What? I thought it was a celebrity, but it's just some ching-chang-chong I've never seen before.”
“Grab that bastard!”
“Huh? Wh-what?”
Police officers rushed over and beat the man with their batons.
“Argh! Are you people crazy? Why are you hitting me?”
“A-arrest him! Take that German away at once!”
“What? I'm Fr... mmph, a citizen, mmmph.”
Watching five officers beat the man, cover his mouth, and drag him away, Kim Junyong asked a question.
“What's ching-chang-chong?”
Looking deeply anxious, Hugo Blanc admitted the truth.
“H-he's a racist. I'm sorry he offended you. Please allow me to apologize on behalf of all Europeans.”
“Tsk, tsk. Racism in this day and age.”
“Well, he's German, so what can you expect? That country has a long tradition of it, doesn't it?”
“Good grief. Germany.”
Kim Junyong shook his head.
Hugo Blanc finally let out a sigh.
France had caught the time bomb Italy tossed over, then hurled it on to Germany.
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