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Chapter 122: How to Make a Game Fun
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Booom!
While Rimon raced between subsidiaries, uniting Ryu Gang-cheol and the Black Dragon Clan in their fear of him, Leviathan was shaking.
A battle that was hardly a battle continued between Eugene, a blonde woman rampaging like mad, and the Ink Dragon Squad.
“Ahahahahahaha!”
Bright laughter rang out.
What swung through the air was a heavy guitar.
An instrument that should have shattered on its own, unable to serve as even a simple blunt weapon, much less a real weapon.
Yet the result it created was shocking.
Booom!
The marble floor burst apart as if exploding. Reinforced concrete pillars snapped like rotten old trees, and the pressure wave alone sent every kind of object flying.
She was a storm in human form.
A calamity that destroyed and blew away everything it touched.
Ssssh.
Yet the 32 Ink Dragon Squad members showed no sign of agitation as they faced Eugene.
When Eugene approached, they retreated.
When Eugene rampaged, they scattered.
When Eugene stopped, they circled her.
They maintained their distance from Eugene with strange movements, avoiding direct clashes while watching her with cold eyes.
“Tag? I’m it? Okay! Then I’ll catch you!”
It would have been irritating to chase the Ink Dragon Squad around as they fled like ghosts.
But as though this only made things more fun, Eugene giggled and adjusted her grip on the guitar.
Then, using the back rather than the side of the guitar, she struck a head-sized marble chunk lying on the floor like a golf ball.
Booom!
Struck by the guitar with strength powerful enough to shatter even a pillar in one blow, the marble exploded at once.
Like a Claymore mine, countless fragments tore through everything as they flew toward the Ink Dragon Squad.
It was an attack that could have wiped out dozens of mediocre Players in an instant.
But they were the Ink Dragon Squad.
Swish, swish, swish!
Some cut the fragments down with their swords.
Some snatched them out of the air barehanded.
Others deflected them with their sleeves.
Every Ink Dragon Squad member dealt with the attack without suffering a single injury.
It was a perfect response possible only because each of them was a division-head rank expert, and they were called the Black Dragon Clan’s strongest combat unit.
“You blocked that well. Then, one more!”
Bang, bang-bang-bang!
That was when the problem began.
Taking advantage of the moment the Ink Dragon Squad faltered while stopping the fragments, Eugene swung her guitar again and again, smashing every object in sight.
Marble chunks, concrete debris, statues, decorations, and more.
If something looked even slightly heavy and sturdy, Eugene sent it flying with her guitar.
It was a rain of fragments rivaling a machine gun.
No, in sheer destructive force, it was even worse.
The Ink Dragon Squad had to move constantly to fend it off.
That was when an opportunity arose.
“An opening!”
Whoosh!
The moment one Ink Dragon Squad member staggered after taking a fragment to the shoulder that he had failed to block, Eugene charged straight at him.
The targeted squad member tried to retreat and widen the distance between them, but Eugene had already raised her guitar before him.
Booom!
The guitar, lifted above her head, crashed down like an axe and left a huge crater in the floor.
The force of it was terrifying.
Even for a Grand Duke-rank Player in the Level 90s, it was an abnormal display of strength. Even a superhuman with a body of copper and bones of iron would have been smashed to pieces in one hit.
Ssssh.
“Hm? Where did this guy go?”
But when Eugene lifted the guitar she had brought down, there were no human remains beneath it.
Only black mist swirled in the air before scattering.
As Eugene’s eyes widened at the unexpected sight, the Ink Dragon Squad rushed at her all at once like a swarm of bees.
Whirr!
The first things to fly at her were discs.
The two chakrams, carrying a cutting edge capable of slicing through anything, spun in zigzags as though alive and pursued Eugene.
Eugene knocked them away with her guitar, but that was a mistake.
The opening created as she deflected the chakrams was pierced by palm and finger force that tore through the air.
Boom!
High-density psionics, refined with Psychokinesis through the Seventy-Two Martial Arts Schools and released from palms and fingers, bored through Eugene’s abdomen and battered her internal organs.
They were severe wounds that would have left not only an ordinary person, but even most high-level Players unable to fight.
Shk!
But the Ink Dragon Squad did not stop.
Swords burst from the floor like ghosts and pierced the soles of her feet. The returning chakrams severed the tendons in both hands, while a huge saber sliced halfway through her neck.
The psionics that seeped in from a fist striking her back caused spontaneous combustion and boiled her blood. Poison needles burrowing into her chest stiffened her heart muscles.
It was less an attack than butchery.
They were not simply trying to take her life. It was an atrocity that seemed intended to shatter every bone and strip every scrap of flesh from her body.
Booom!
Yet the next moment, it was the Ink Dragon Squad members who were flung in every direction with a tremendous roar.
“Wow... That was thrilling.”
Her neck was half severed.
Her abdomen hung open, intestines spilling out.
Steam rose from her blood.
Her limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
Her condition was utterly gruesome.
Far from being unharmed, it was difficult to understand why she was alive at all. She should have died five or six times over.
Yet Eugene slammed the floor, sending the Ink Dragon Squad members attacking her flying, then charged at them again while swinging her guitar.
Bang! Booom!
There was no finesse in her movements.
Only the crude motions of a beast, learned through smashing countless heads and crushing countless bodies.
But Eugene’s overwhelming strength and speed allowed her to drive back the Ink Dragon Squad like a lion mauling even a battle-hardened gladiator.
Eugene finally struck one Ink Dragon Squad member.
Just as she was about to smash the head of the man whose arm had broken from barely blocking her blow...
Ssssh.
“What the...?!”
Boom!
Black mist enveloped the Ink Dragon Squad member.
Then a wrinkled hand shot out from within it and struck Eugene in the solar plexus.
The force packed into that one blow was so immense that Eugene flew across the entire lobby and crashed into the opposite wall.
She staggered to her feet.
Then she puffed out her cheeks as she reset her broken neck with a crack.
“Old man, that’s seriously cheating.”
“You flatter me.”
“...I wasn’t complimenting you. I was being sarcastic.”
“To the Black Dragon Clan, being good at cheating is a compliment.”
“As expected of the Seven Dragons Society. You’re a crazy bunch.”
The old man emerged from the black mist.
Eugene shook her head as though the Seven Dragons Society truly was an organization beyond common sense. Then she noticed the mist wrapped around Youin and her eyes lit up.
“Still, what kind of trick is that?”
“It is the result of diligently training in the Seventy-Two Martial Arts Schools created by our great progenitor.”
“I didn’t know you could do things like that with psionics. Interesting.”
“If we are speaking of interesting things, you are far more remarkable, miss.”
Youin involuntarily made a dumbfounded expression at Eugene’s admiring words.
Whether it was remarkable or incomprehensible, Eugene was far more so than the Black Heaven Dark Soul Style he used.
“Miss, why won’t you die?”
They had not only landed instant-death attacks on her.
They had already carved up her body countless times.
Yet Eugene had not merely endured the blows. In the few moments they spent talking, even the injuries she had just suffered had healed completely.
Youin clicked his tongue at the sight.
Eugene wagged a finger at him.
“Old man, it’s rude to ask a lady about her secrets.”
“So it was a Unique Skill after all.”
“Hm? Who told you?”
Eugene’s eyes widened in surprise.
Youin calmly answered her.
“There was no need to hear it from anyone. If it were an ordinary Skill, there would be no reason to hide it so carefully.”
Of course, the key basis for that deduction was Eugene’s abnormal abilities.
Strength, speed, regeneration, endurance, and more.
Possessing even one of those at a level beyond common sense would be remarkable. Having all of them, as Eugene did, was nearly impossible even for a high-level Player.
Unless she possessed a Unique Skill, a power called a miracle itself.
“And it is fairly well known that there is a Unique Skill called 『Undying Body』.”
“Do I look like the Immortal Grand Duke to you?”
“Not at all. But even if there is only one user of 『Undying Body』, that does not mean there cannot be another Unique Skill with a similar effect, does it?”
Youin paused.
Then, looking at Eugene with deeply sunken eyes, he added one more thing.
“Or it may be an even stronger Unique Skill, one approaching a higher level.”
“There’s only one Skill above a Unique Skill, and that’s an Absolute Skill.”
“Yes. Which means the Unique Skill you use must have some kind of drawback. Is that not so?”
“...”
Eugene suddenly fell silent.
Youin gave her a cold smile.
The Immortal Grand Duke was famous for immortality, but not even that person could withstand the coordinated assault of the Ink Dragon Squad, each member comparable to a Player around Level 80.
There were plenty of ways to subdue a sandbag.
That was all the more true when Youin, a grandmaster-level expert, commanded them.
Yet Eugene had been locked in an even battle with the Ink Dragon Squad for tens of minutes already.
Even if she were a Grand Duke-rank Player above Level 90 with a Unique Skill granting immortality, this made no sense.
That left two possible answers.
Eugene’s Skill possessed game-breaking power that surpassed even a Unique Skill, approaching an Absolute Skill.
And in exchange, it had some fatal weakness.
If she had no such weakness, she would have reached Level 100 long ago and stood alongside the ten Monarchs.
“I do not know what that drawback is... but it does not matter.”
Youin, general manager of Leviathan, continued in a low voice. Before all else, even before being a martial artist, he was responsible for commanding the Black Dragon Clans in each country.
“We need only uncover it thoroughly from this point on.”
Whether it took hours.
Days or months.
He would keep her company until he found the weakness hidden within Eugene’s Unique Skill.
And when he found it, that would be the moment Eugene, who had rampaged freely while trusting in her immortality, met her end.
Youin spoke in a chilling voice.
“Hahahahaha!”
Eugene burst into laughter as though she found something immensely amusing.
Then she gave him a thumbs-up.
“Good, old man! You’re the best!”
“Hm. Did my words sound like a joke to you?”
“I know you mean it. That’s why you’re the best!”
Eugene looked delighted, unlike someone who had just received a declaration that she would be killed.
She smiled brightly.
“Games are only fun when you’re risking your life, right?”
No matter who won or who died.
Fighting each other with their lives on the line was fun in itself.
Seeing the sincerity written plainly across Eugene’s face, Youin understood.
She was, after all, a ghost from the Liberation Brigade.
Even among that organization of mad criminals, she was one of the most deranged lunatics.
“Very well. Then I shall grant you the most miserable death you desire.”
“Ah, that’s a problem.”
At Youin’s offer to grant her that favor, Eugene made an awkward expression like a celebrity with a scheduling conflict.
Then she cheerfully explained the reason she could not compromise, the reason she had to kill Youin, the Ink Dragon Squad, and every employee and guest at the Leviathan Hotel.
“When this is over, I’m planning to go on a performance tour with my partner.”
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