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Chapter 44: The Last Resort
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“Y-Your Majesty...!”
Park Hyeon-gun’s mind went blank.
Whether stabbed with a sword.
Whether their bones were broken.
Whether Rimon beat them bloody.
Park Hyeon-gun had never once stopped thinking.
That was the power of 『False God’s Prestige』, the Unique Skill that allowed them to lie in any situation.
But even Park Hyeon-gun could only gape like a fish at a time like this.
That was how bewildering this situation was.
“Disgusting? Isn’t that a bit harsh to say about a trusted close aide?”
“Did you not ask for my honest impression?”
“Well, that’s true.”
Rimon chuckled as he chided him.
Lee Cheon-gi took the remark calmly.
Looking at the two men before them, Park Hyeon-gun was utterly dumbfounded.
How...?
As far as Park Hyeon-gun knew, these two could never coexist.
Lee Cheon-gi had tried to get rid of Rimon because he stood in the way of becoming the absolute ruler, while Rimon had gone as far as taking hostages to summon Lee Cheon-gi.
Yet not only were they standing side by side, they were casually having a conversation.
Park Hyeon-gun’s eyes nearly popped out of their head.
“What, surprised that this bastard and I are both alive?”
As though he had noticed Park Hyeon-gun’s bewilderment, Rimon asked with a grin.
Park Hyeon-gun could not answer.
They merely stood there in confusion, their eyes trembling.
Rimon snorted.
“To be honest, I did mean to kill him.”
Originally, Lee Cheon-gi had been nothing more than someone Rimon had considered how painfully to kill.
There had been no reason to let him live.
“But the more I thought about it, the less certain I was whether this bastard was really the one I needed to collect my blood debt from.”
After interrogating the dying Lee Cheon-gi, Rimon had been forced to consider things from another angle.
He had realized that Lee Cheon-gi was only a puppet, and that someone else was pulling his strings.
Should he simply kill Lee Cheon-gi, who might be his only lead, when he did not even know who was truly behind it all?
Rimon considered it coolly.
Then he made his decision.
“So I decided to postpone killing him. At least until I find the one I really need to collect that blood debt from.”
It was an utterly absurd thought.
No one could think that way unless they regarded Lee Cheon-gi’s life as lightly as a marble in their pocket.
Yet Lee Cheon-gi’s response was calm.
As though it was only natural that Rimon could kill him whenever he wished, so there was no need to be shaken.
This is insane...!
A groan escaped Park Hyeon-gun before they realized it.
Park Hyeon-gun had served Lee Cheon-gi for a long time and knew how proud he was.
Yet the Infinite Monarch was accepting those words without protest. It was impossible to believe.
Still, amid that disbelief, Park Hyeon-gun felt several questions being answered.
How Rimon had gotten here.
Why no guild members had come.
How he had found Park Hyeon-gun’s accounts.
Why Seo Yong-chan had confessed everything.
Those were all things that would have been difficult for Rimon, but absurdly easy for Lee Cheon-gi.
And that could only mean one thing.
Lee Cheon-gi knew every shameful secret Rimon had exposed.
“Your Majesty, this is a misunderstanding!”
“A misunderstanding...?”
Though nearly panicked, Park Hyeon-gun instinctively tried to make excuses.
But Lee Cheon-gi did not listen.
He merely asked in a low voice.
“You mean it is all a misunderstanding that I ordered you to embezzle guild funds and use the children at the orphanage as hostages?”
“Th-that’s...”
“Chief Park.”
Lee Cheon-gi cut Park Hyeon-gun off.
Then, in a voice so icy it seemed capable of freezing one’s heart, he said,
“My ears are beginning to rot, so stop babbling.”
“...!”
Lee Cheon-gi’s eyes, normally so calm, openly displayed contempt, as though even looking at Park Hyeon-gun disgusted him.
Park Hyeon-gun’s face twisted.
They understood everything.
There was no use lying anymore.
Lee Cheon-gi would never trust them again.
And their position in the Infinity Guild was finished.
It was only natural.
No matter how powerful 『False God’s Prestige』 was, it could not turn every lie into truth.
Could Park Hyeon-gun persuade Lee Cheon-gi after he had uncovered all their schemes and heard them place every bit of blame on him?
If that had been possible, Park Hyeon-gun would already have been called the Eleventh Monarch.
Moreover, Lee Cheon-gi was someone who tolerated no flaws.
He cast people aside if they could not achieve the best result despite doing their best. There was no way he would forgive Park Hyeon-gun after such a disgraceful display.
Knowing that better than anyone, Park Hyeon-gun went rigid as Lee Cheon-gi delivered his final notice.
“You are fired.”
Without disappointment, hesitation, or regret.
As though he were throwing out a piece of trash.
Lee Cheon-gi coldly announced Park Hyeon-gun’s dismissal.
At those words, something snapped in Park Hyeon-gun’s mind.
Fired? He’s throwing me out? Out of the Infinity Guild?
The despair of losing everything.
The frustration of being fired from the guild that had been their entire life.
It mixed with rage toward Rimon and Lee Cheon-gi, who had driven Park Hyeon-gun into this corner. The moment their vision seemed to turn completely red, Park Hyeon-gun swung a fist with a scream.
“Aaargh!”
Crunch!
Perhaps because they had moved too forcefully with the sword still lodged in their shoulder, a sickening sound of bone being crushed rang out alongside terrible pain.
But Park Hyeon-gun paid it no mind.
As Rimon lightly stepped back to avoid the fist, Park Hyeon-gun tore their shoulder free from the sword and cried out desperately.
“It was me who built the Infinity Guild into what it is while you played around in Dungeons! There isn’t a single part of this guild that my hands haven’t touched!”
Before Lee Cheon-gi had been called a Monarch.
Since the earliest days, when he had first established the Infinity Guild, Park Hyeon-gun had worked there.
While the other guild members roamed Dungeons and focused only on leveling up, Park Hyeon-gun had handled every aspect of operating the guild. They organized its structure, cultivated political connections, arranged sales networks for Dungeon byproducts, recruited new talent, and more.
That was why Park Hyeon-gun had taken pride in it.
The Infinity Guild had become one of the Ten Great Guilds because of their efforts.
And Park Hyeon-gun had believed that since it had grown this much thanks to them, the Infinity Guild was practically theirs.
“And you’re throwing me out over something this trivial? You bastard who became a Monarch because of a cheat Skill you got through sheer luck!”
Park Hyeon-gun ground their teeth.
If they had possessed a cheat Skill like 『Ability Copy』, they could have grown the Infinity Guild several times larger than it was now.
Yet Lee Cheon-gi, who merely conquered Dungeons and acted as the guild’s public face while taking no interest whatsoever in its management, was firing them.
What could be more ungrateful than that?
That was why Park Hyeon-gun, whose reason had evaporated in rage, decided to use their last resort.
“Since it’s come to this, I’ll kill you both!”
It was a truly insane declaration.
Trying it against Lee Cheon-gi, the man called the Infinite Monarch, and Rimon, who had defeated even him, was practically suicide.
But Park Hyeon-gun had something to rely on.
[When borrowing the target’s name to tell a lie, the probability of it being accepted is 76%.]
[The credibility rating has met the minimum requirement.]
[Unique Skill 『False God’s Name-Borrowing』 activates.]
[For 152 minutes, you counterfeit and use all of Lee Cheon-gi’s Skills and stats at up to 76% capacity.]
[However, after use, the bonus from 『False God’s Prestige』 applied to lies made using the target’s name is reset.]
“Hm...?”
With the System messages, Lee Cheon-gi made an odd expression as strength suddenly seemed to drain from his entire body.
Park Hyeon-gun looked at him with murderous intent.
“It’s too late to regret it now, Lee Cheon-gi! Since you’ve forced me to use even this Skill, you will die by my hand!”
“...I see. So you had been hiding a Skill like this.”
『False God’s Name-Borrowing』.
It was Park Hyeon-gun’s last resort.
A derivative Skill of 『False God’s Prestige』 that deceived even the Constellation contracted to the target, allowing Park Hyeon-gun to steal and use its Skills and blessings.
Of course, the counterfeited Skills were weakened and could only be used for a limited time.
But it could copy even Unique Skills.
And because it stole the target’s blessings, it also weakened them.
Its effect was absolute.
Lee Cheon-gi could now display only 24% of his original strength, while Park Hyeon-gun could counterfeit all of Lee Cheon-gi’s Skills and stats at up to 76% strength.
By the difference in stats alone, that was three times the power.
Now, Park Hyeon-gun could kill someone like Lee Cheon-gi in an instant.
Rimon was the problem, but Park Hyeon-gun was not concerned about him either.
A Sword Master is no match for me!
Park Hyeon-gun had understood from their conversation alone that Rimon had defeated Lee Cheon-gi.
But that was only because Lee Cheon-gi had been too incompetent to use his Skills properly.
Park Hyeon-gun was certain that even with only 76% of Lee Cheon-gi’s original power, they could toy with an outdated relic like Rimon as much as they pleased.
Someone possessing thousands of Skills should never have lost to an ordinary person in the first place.
“You first, Rimon Aspelder!”
So Park Hyeon-gun targeted Rimon first.
By defeating Rimon, they would prove how incompetent Lee Cheon-gi was and humiliate him.
“Die...!”
Slash.
But before Park Hyeon-gun could even use a Skill, they froze.
The right hand they had thrust forward to use an attack Skill was already rolling across the floor, severed cleanly at the wrist.
“Gaaaah!”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
The person who had cut off Park Hyeon-gun’s hand, Rimon lowered his sword as blood dripped from its blade.
Then, looking at Park Hyeon-gun clutching their empty wrist and screaming, he continued in a chilling voice.
“Don’t you dare say my name so casually, you little shit.”
“Y-you outdated relic, attacking me so cowardly...!”
“Cowardly?”
Park Hyeon-gun shouted furiously that attacking without warning was cowardly.
Rimon looked utterly dumbfounded.
Then he snapped,
“Don’t get it twisted, you little shit. I didn’t come here to play at dueling with you. I came here to beat you to death.”
If Park Hyeon-gun wanted a fight where people only attacked after someone said ready, go, then they should become an athlete.
Rimon openly mocked them.
Park Hyeon-gun glared at him with bloodshot eyes.
“Don’t act so proud just because you got one hit in while I let my guard down!”
“You ever consider that I’m not acting proud, and you’re just a moron for letting your guard down in front of an enemy?”
“You son of a bitch...!”
Park Hyeon-gun gritted their teeth at Rimon’s mockery.
This time, they prepared their Skills while radiating murderous intent.
I’ll kill him. I’ll definitely kill him!
With healing Skills such as 『Regeneration』, 『Super Regeneration』, 『Combat Recovery』, and 『Pain Numbing』, Park Hyeon-gun suppressed the pain and regenerated their right hand.
With enhancement Skills such as 『Super Acceleration』, 『Super Senses』, and 『Giant’s Strength』, they pushed their physical abilities to the limit.
With Skills such as 『High-Speed Thought』, 『Precognition』, and 『Weakness Insight』, they foresaw the future and sought out an opening.
All that remained was to unleash hundreds of attack Skills at once through that opening.
They had only been struck earlier because they had failed to activate their Skills.
If they fought properly, they could blow away someone like Rimon, who was not even a Player, in the blink of an eye.
Certain of that, Park Hyeon-gun activated their Skills all at once.
The immense power of dozens of Skills filled their body and mind.
At the very moment they were swept up in a sense of omnipotence, as though they could do anything.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
“Ghk?!”
Blood sprayed from Park Hyeon-gun’s seven facial openings, their eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
As Park Hyeon-gun collapsed to the ground and convulsed, Rimon blankly blinked.
“...What’s wrong with you? Why are you collapsing on your own?”
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