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◈ The Precious Demon King

Chapter 13: Becoming a Landlord

The moment Kim Junyong stepped out of the dungeon, he saw someone grabbing Lee Mina by the collar.

He dares to touch my stalker?

They were a little annoying, but fun to mess with. They were also good outlets for stress and worked uncannily well as emotional trash cans.

"Cut him."

"Yes."

Remi moved in immediately and cut off Kang Hyunsik's wrist.

"Gaaaargh!"

A bunch of guys who looked like his subordinates rushed over in a panic and hurried to reattach the severed wrist.

Oh?

So there were priest-type hunters on Earth, too.

Kang Hyunsik rotated his reattached wrist and bellowed.

"You bastard! Do you even know who I am, you son of a bitch?!"

Kim Junyong admired Kang Hyunsik's bravado. Most people would lose their nerve after losing a limb, but this guy was seething with rage.

He was the kind of person Kim Junyong liked best. He was like a toy that kept bouncing back no matter how many times you stomped on it.

Should I play with him a bit?

Kim Junyong didn't start the fight. Kang Hyunsik came at him first, and even the scale hadn't said a word.

< ...He seems in need of an education. >

Not even Goddess Belhaim would smile in front of someone this insolent.

"How would I know? Dumbass."

"You little shit!"

Kang Hyunsik's eyes were bloodshot.

Shit, of course. No wonder this nobody dares to touch the eldest grandson of the Daesan Group chairman.

Fine. It's time to teach him a lesson. He needs to know who he's dealing with and what's coming next.

It's too late to regret now, bastard.

"I'm the eldest grandson of Daesan Group Chairman Kang Mujin! The son of Daesan Electronics CEO Kang Changseong! Got it?!"

"Oh. I'm Junyong."

"You rootless punk! What does your father even do?!"

Kim Junyong smirked and waved his hand. He had already opened his status window and activated his mana core. However, the amount of black mana stored inside was pitiful compared to the newly expanded vessel.

I'll play with him until my black mana fills up.

He would watch how fast the arrogant fool crumbled.

Creak!

Black tendrils sprouted from the ground and coiled around Kang Hyunsik. Hunters from the Daesan Guild rushed over in a panic.

"Executive!"

But they flinched in shock at Remi's sword strike and retreated.

Whoosh!

Remi drew a line across the ground with her sword.

"Do not interfere with my master's affairs."

Kang Hyunsik, who was now dangling from the tendrils, called out frantically.

"Ugh, T-Team Leader Park!"

Seeing Kang Hyunsik flailing in the tendrils, Team Leader Park, who led the hunters, gritted his teeth.

"Rescue the executive!"

"Yes!"

Ten members of Team Leader Park's unit moved in with confidence, but...

Slash!

At Remi's sword dance after she drew her sword, everyone fell to the ground one after another. It happened so fast no one could follow it.

"Argh!"

"Ugh, gah!"

Team Leader Park, who had led the charge, lost an arm. The others lost a limb each.

Everyone nearby stood frozen, jaws agape. Terror replaced the initial shock and concern.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Oh my god! Hurry and help!"

"B-but...!"

They watched Remi's reaction and couldn't bring themselves to step in.

"Take them."

"Y-Yes!"

With her permission, the injured were quickly carried off for treatment. Remi wiped the blood off and sheathed her sword without changing her expression.

She stood there in a three-stripe tracksuit, longsword in hand, long hair flowing. Her presence was overwhelming.

"Urghhh..."

They couldn't cross. There was no getting past her.

The morale of the Daesan Guild hunters crumbled like melting snow.

While they stood frozen in place, Kim Junyong moved the tendrils.

Creak!

"Arghhh!"

More tendrils sprouted and wrapped around Kang Hyunsik.

"Nngh, you bastard! Let me go!"

"Wow, still not broken?"

Kim Junyong grinned. He was having fun. This was what he used to do for fun all the time in Belhaim.

"You son of a bitch! Do you think Daesan will let this slide?!"

"Aha. So you're banking on your family, huh?"

There were plenty of spoiled noble brats like this in Belhaim. How did the crown prince die again?

"You bastard! Let me go now and..."

"Are you right-handed?"

"What?"

Creak!

"Aaaagh!"

A tendril yanked his left arm hard. A regular person couldn't endure that.

Snap.

"Aaaagh!"

His arm tore off.

Fwoosh.

The severed limb, still entangled in a tendril, ignited in black flame and turned to smoke.

"Looks like that one's gone for good."

Kim Junyong smiled.

Cheon Yubeom and Lee Mina from the Hunter Management Bureau stood speechless.

"We're fucked."

"T-Team Leader! Close the fence!"

"Huh?"

"Now!"

Cheon Yubeom and Lee Mina rushed to close the security fence, blocking the view. Then, they shouted at the police who had arrived but hadn't intervened because the situation involved hunters.

"Clear out the civilians! Now!"

"Y-Yes!"

Meanwhile, Kang Hyunsik became more frantic and violent.

"You son of a bitch! I'll fucking kill you! You shouldn't mess with what you can't handle!"

"Wow, you're tougher than you look."

Kim Junyong watched Kang Hyunsik with amusement.

Pain. Shame. Rage. Certainty.

This certainty stemmed from his deep-rooted belief that someone like Kim Junyong couldn't hurt him. This kind of faith, like a religion, was laughable.

"What I can't handle? Heh."

Hey buddy, I've killed three emperors with my own hands.

A chaebol grandson would be child's play.

Kim Junyong gestured, and the tendril around Kang Hyunsik's right arm twisted.

Crack.

"Aaaagh!"

His arm bent at an unnatural angle.

"Ah, so merciful of me."

He had only broken it in case Kang Hyunsik still needed to eat.

"S-Stop! Aaaagh!"

The certainty among his emotions disappeared.

"Oh? That's all?"

He still had two intact legs.

"S-Spare me! I was wrong!"

"Wow, talk about killing the mood."

The tendrils dragged him forward and dropped him in front of Kim Junyong. Looking into his eyes, Kim Junyong chuckled.

"That was fun."

Pain. Anxiety. Fear. Revenge.

Revenge was good. It was just like Nolbu releasing the swallow and hoping it would return with a magical seed.

Now I understand why people hide their power.

They seek you out, pick fights, and help relieve your stress. What's not to love? He let him go, looking forward to the big payoff later.

Thud.

Kang Hyunsik collapsed and immediately passed out, most likely from blood loss.

"Remi."

"Yes."

"Let's go."

"Shall I finish him off?"

Kim Junyong looked at the collapsed Kang Hyunsik and let out a faint chuckle.

"Leave him. Even a plain swallow might bring back something fun."

"...Understood."

Her master's twisted hobby was acting up again. It was a universal truth that fights between children always escalated into fights between adults. This guy was bound to cause a bigger mess later on.

Remi shook her head and followed Kim Junyong.

After they left.

"E-Executive!"

"Healer! Hurry!"

The Daesan Guild members scrambled to save Kang Hyunsik. Cheon Yubeom stared blankly at the chaos.

Is this a dream?

He had spent the whole day trying to prevent Kim Junyong from clashing with civilians, but now it all felt meaningless. He had just made an enemy of the richest family in South Korea.

"Ah, Team Leader."

Lee Mina collapsed to the ground.

"My legs gave out."

"Hahh, Section Chief Lee."

Now all but resigned, Cheon Yubeom sat down beside her.

"It was true."

"What was?"

"That he's more into torture..."

"Apparently."

Kim Junyong. He was a monster who conquered his first Demon Realm dungeon in under thirty minutes.

No, there was another monster just like him at his side.

"Wasn't Team Leader Park a Rank 2 hunter?"

"...Yeah."

"He was cut down with a single stroke."

"..."

Kim Remi. Her swordplay had wiped out Team Leader Park's ten-person team. Team Leader Park was hastily trying to reattach his severed arm while the others were barely stabilized.

Although holy power was a modern miracle, it would still take weeks for them to recover.

"What do we do now?"

"...We have to clean this up as best we can."

"Can it even be cleaned up?"

"...Let's hope the higher-ups handle it."

They didn't know anymore. They just wanted to disband the "Temporary Kim Junyong Surveillance Team" and rest.

I might as well go subjugate the Demon Realm instead.

They both wanted nothing to do with Special Ops or villain-related work ever again.

"I guess what he said was true."

"What do you mean?"

"Two hundred years."

"...Probably."

The seven world-renowned hunters, each powerful enough to rival a nation. They had returned after a hundred years.

And now, South Korea might have someone even more powerful.

But controlling him? Impossible...

* * *

The first floor of the building where the clinic was located housed a café. Kim Jangmi sat by the window, waiting for Kim Junyong.

Her face was full of smiles as she lifted a stack of documents.

"Hehe."

How had her brother done it? He had mentioned meeting someone from the Hunter Management Bureau, so clearly things had worked out. She had worried that she might have to visit him in prison, but that was no longer a concern.

As her son said, there must have been some kind of "deal" between hunters.

Knock, knock.

She looked up and saw Kim Junyong and Remi standing outside the window.

"Ah! Junyong!"

Kim Jangmi smiled as she gathered her things and stepped outside.

"Remi, you're here too."

"Yes."

"Why did you want to meet here?"

"Oh, there's somewhere we need to stop before going home."

"Where?"

"You'll see."

They stood by the road, waiting for a taxi.

"Remi, you can go inside now."

"Understood."

Whoosh.

"Huh? She could've come with us."

"I called her because I was bored. Now that Noona is here, I don't need her anymore."

"That's cold."

Kim Junyong shrugged. Their souls were connected anyway.

Whether she materialized or not, she was always with him. He didn't bother explaining it–it wasn't necessary.

"Taxis are cramped."

"You really..."

After a long ride, they got off on a main road.

"Let's walk a bit."

"Okay."

"Your hand."

Kim Junyong grinned and took her hand as they walked through an alley.

"Do you remember this place?"

"...Not really."

The neighborhood was a mix of two-story western-style houses and newly built villas. As they climbed a slight hill, Kim Jangmi became lost in her memories.

"Well, it has changed a lot."

There were restaurants and stores everywhere.

"It showed up on TV once and became famous. Property prices skyrocketed."

Like Garosu-gil, the neighborhood experienced a brief period of fame, but the trend didn't last. Some storefronts now had "For Lease" signs, but there were still businesses around.

"It's up ahead."

After climbing uphill for a while, and just as the crowd thinned out, Kim Jangmi stopped and looked at a building.

"Here it is."

"Yujin Restaurant? Looks closed."

The restaurant, which appeared to have been converted from a two-story house, seemed to have gone out of business. Its lights were off.

"Not the restaurant. Look at the house."

"Hmm."

Kim Jangmi's face brimmed with anticipation as she looked at Kim Junyong. This prompted Kim Junyong to dig through his long-forgotten memories.

"Huh? Our house?"

"Haha, that's right. It's our old home."

Kim Jangmi beamed. She pulled the deed out of her bag and handed it to him. The transfer paperwork was still pending.

"I inherited it since you were gone, but it's yours now."

"Huh? You're giving it to me? Really?"

"I make enough to live."

"..."

Her brother had returned after roaming the battlefields. The house didn't have any tenants, but if they fixed it up and rented it out, he wouldn't have to worry about starving.

"This house isn't from me. It's from Mom and Dad."

It was the inheritance their parents left behind. It was only right that her brother should have it.

Kim Jangmi wiped away the tears forming in her eyes.

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