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◈ The Precious Demon King
Chapter 27: The Descent of Calamity
Kim Junyong left the house and hurriedly got into a taxi.
"Ajossi! Yeouido, please!"
"Whoa, that area is under a disaster alert right now."
"I'm a hunter."
"Ah! I'll take you right away!"
Vroom!
The taxi driver, deeply committed to his profession, immediately started the car.
"Thanks to hunters like you, we civilians can survive."
"Ah, it's nothing."
The compliment made Kim Junyong feel a little sheepish.
"Uh-oh, the traffic's terrible."
"Hold on a moment."
When Kim Junyong used his power, the congested road parted like the Red Sea.
"Whoa!"
The taxi driver was stunned.
"You must be a high-ranking hunter."
"Something like that."
Transporting hunters to the disaster site was critical. The taxi driver did his best out of duty, but the worsening gridlock eventually made it impossible to go any further.
There was another problem, too.
< "Facility Destruction" has been added to the chaos pan. >
Kim Junyong had set out to earn order points, but too many orbs were piling up on the opposite pan.
"Damn this clueless scale."
What if he missed the 1,000-point mark by just a few people?
"No choice. I'm getting out."
Kim Junyong leapt from the taxi and unleashed his black mana. Black smoke surged behind him and formed massive wings.
"It's been a while since I've flown."
Flying was his usual way of getting around in Belhaim, where the roads weren't exactly modern.
Whoosh!
Boosted by black mana, he soared into the air and spread his great wings.
"That way."
He wasn't sure where Yeouido was, but the thick demonic energy would guide him.
The black mage once known as a Demon Realm monarch headed to Yeouido to hunt a demon.
* * *
Twenty years had passed since the Day of Beginning. It was now an era where dungeon conquests had become a lucrative business.
The Yangji Guild's primary business was harvesting new materials and resources from dungeons.
However, their main source of income was their drug business–a new drug developed from dungeon materials. This drug had no side effects and provided intense hallucinations and pleasure.
Where there are dream demons, there is gold!
The guild placed bids on every dungeon in which a dream demon appeared. This time, they secured exclusive conquest rights to the B-77 dungeon.
Jackpot. The dungeon was overflowing with new material.
"Th-The purity is insane."
"Great! Extract as much as you can."
Guilds that secured dungeon conquest rights typically spent their time exploring and gathering resources, only beginning the final conquest near the very last day.
It was only day three of the B-77 dungeon–there was plenty of time before the conquest deadline. However, the dungeon boss went berserk and the dungeon erupted.
* * *
A dream demon, as the name implied, was a demon that appeared in dreams and delighted in tormenting people.
They seduced the opposite sex and fed on their life force. The stronger their allure, the greater their power and influence.
Riqueur was one of the more influential dream demons. He had heard a tempting story from his fellow demons.
"Humans stole my poop."
"Why would they do that?"
"No idea. They went crazy sniffing it and collected it like treasure."
"What a bunch of weirdos."
"But...I think my influence grew because of it."
"Well, you do look more handsome."
Riqueur didn't take it lightly.
Looks, voice, pheromones–any form of seduction could amplify a dream demon's strength.
The more success he had, the higher his status rose. So he diligently pooped all over his territory.
Then he began summoning everything under his influence to Earth.
Flash.
Earth activated its usual summoning-blocking barrier.
"It'll take fifteen days."
With Riqueur's current power, it would take about two weeks to breach the barrier and descend to Earth.
In the meantime, humans came and went frequently. They were the ones who would spread his poop far and wide.
He tossed in just enough monsters so that the hunters wouldn't suspect anything was amiss. The hunters hunted nightmare ghosts, dreamfolk, and the like, collecting poop as they went.
The effects started to show a few days later.
Whatever they did with the poop, Riqueur could now feel the minds of several humans who had become completely enthralled.
"Ah, the power."
His body trembled. He didn't need smiles or seductive words.
Pooping was enough to enthrall humans. It was now the twelfth day of feeling his influence grow stronger by the day.
"Ah, transformation."
His rank was rising. He had succeeded in more seductions in just fifteen days than he had after ninety years of effort...
He had crossed a threshold in rank. The Earth's summoning-blocking barrier? Now, he could break through it.
This paper-thin barrier could no longer imprison someone of his elevated rank.
Flash!
As his demonic rank rose, the barrier finally shattered. Riqueur, the dream demon, descended into the human world.
Fwoosh.
A black orb burst forth as the two-horned demon Riqueur unfurled his massive wings.
Whoosh, whoosh!
He flew high and gazed down upon the still uncorrupted Earth.
"Ah, worship me!"
Whoosh.
Power surged uncontrollably as his rank rose.
"Kyaaa!"
People stumbled as if drunk on dreams or caught in a hallucination.
Their inner rage erupted. Their repressed aggression lashed out at others.
"Aagh! Die, you bastard!"
Driven by lust, they lunged at each other like dogs. Angered, they expressed their fury. Their limits of patience and morality were lifted.
"Huff, huff!"
Violent clashes erupted everywhere as men and women intertwined and kissed, lusting after each other regardless of location.
"Eek! Bugs, bugs!"
Amid the hallucinations, it was difficult to find anyone who was still sane.
Riqueur gazed down, deeply satisfied.
"Obey your instincts! And worship me!"
Kill if you want to kill, lust if you want to lust. Suppressed and hidden desires erupt, and this place will be filled with nothing but ecstasy!
Even hunters struggled to resist this enthrallment, so how could ordinary people stand against it? As the number of the enthralled skyrocketed, Riqueur's power grew proportionally stronger.
Ah, be enthralled and perish. Give me your love, your desire–everything. Wither away and die.
"Kahaha!"
Riqueur's mad laughter echoed across Yeouido.
* * *
Twenty minutes after the incident began. At the southern end of Yeouidaero, cutting across Yeouido. A dungeon erupted within an apartment complex.
A vast number of citizens had fallen under the demon's influence and become hostages in all but name.
"Is there any chance to rescue the citizens?"
"President! Attempting to save them would put the country at risk."
"It's safe to say that about half of them have already been demonized."
"President! Please, make a decision quickly."
"The Air Force is on standby."
"..."
The president's face darkened. The reason the military generals were pressing so urgently was out of fear.
This demon had demonstrated unimaginable abilities. What if it managed to evade the military strikes and go into hiding? The consequences would be deadly.
By then, it might be too late to regret anything.
"This is an A-rank demon! The dungeon was misclassified from the start!"
A-rank demon. On top of that, it had enchantment skills that made it difficult to distinguish friend from foe.
The president's gaze fixed on the massive monitor in the situation room. A purple barrier blanketed the entire apartment complex south of Yeouidaero.
Tens of thousands of people were inside...Ordering a strike now would mean killing them all.
"There's no choice. From this point on..."
Just as he was about to make the decision, his eyes widened.
"Huh?"
"Th-That!"
Everyone's gaze turned to the screen. Someone was flying toward the demon. A figure with black wings, just like a demon.
* * *
At the scene of the Yeouido incident.
A broadcasting drone was filming from above.
[ Inside the faint purple barrier is a living hell. Ah, it's hard to believe what we're seeing. Unspeakable horrors are unfolding. ]
Violence was everywhere, and countless people were mutilating bodies. Lustful physical contact grew more intense all around.
In the dream demon's hallucination, there was no distinction between men and women. Tangled together, they enacted a scene of unspeakable horror.
[ Even the hunters dispatched to the scene are helpless. A blockade has been set up across all of Yeouido, but no more citizens are evacuating. They...they move toward the center of the purple barrier as if entranced. It's a scene straight out of a zombie movie. ]
The reporter's voice was desperate and pitiful. That voice, a mix of anger and fear, spread nationwide as an urgent breaking news report.
[ Hell. This is hell. There are no words to describe it. How are we supposed to solve this...? Even the dispatched hunters can no longer step inside the purple barrier. ]
Helpless. It was truly an attack with no countermeasures.
Under normal circumstances, hunters would at least try to step forward bravely, but once they enter the opponent's territory, they become nothing more than puppets.
[ Ah, there has just been an official announcement from the Hunter Management Bureau. The demon has been confirmed to be A-rank. Disaster. This is a disaster. It's the first A-rank demon invasion in three years. ]
The fear in the reporter's voice deepened. There had been only three A-rank demon descents before, and each time they left behind massive casualties.
In all three cases, it wasn't the military that defeated them, but G-rank hunters.
[ Un-Unless a Guardian shows up... ]
A national-level hunter. If even one of them had been in South Korea...No, this cannot be resolved without their arrival.
[ Ci-Citizens are gathering at the center... ]
The reporter could say no more. People were roughly tearing at each other's clothes, driven by lust...
[ Huh? S-Someone is approaching. W-Wings? ]
The flustered reporter began describing what she had just seen.
[ Someone with huge wings is approaching the demon! ]
* * *
Riqueur smiled brightly. Beneath him, thousands of people had gathered as a festival of ecstasy was taking place.
"Ah, how beautiful."
"Wow, a sex party."
Startled, Riqueur turned his head.
"Oh? A human who resisted my charm? Hm?"
A human with wings made of chaos mana? That was strange.
"You bastard, are you a demon?"
"What the hell do you think."
"Hehe, it doesn't matter. You've already looked into my eyes."
They had already made eye contact. He was essentially charmed.
"Surrender yourself to me."
Riqueur grinned. Kim Junyong grinned back.
"Gay bastard, running your mouth like that."
Kim Junyong gathered his black mana. He was inside Riqueur's domain.
This meant that the area was filled with negative emotions. Those feelings condensed in his hands, growing larger and larger.
"Uh? W-Wait."
Setting aside the fact that his charm wasn't working, that ominous energy...Riqueur fled in a hurry, but...
"Idiot."
Dream demon. A being that ignited the latent desires within humans. A demon capable of turning even the most virtuous into agitators. However, its physical and magical abilities were weak.
"Hard to win with just the sex card."
Boom!
Riqueur's body exploded. The blast was strong enough to collapse two nearby apartment buildings.
The purple barrier vanished. Those at the scene, overcome by collective madness, regained their senses, though it was too late for some. Meanwhile, hundreds of small dream demons, nightmare spirits, and dream entities had already been spawned.
Once human, they had now turned into monsters. They glared at Kim Junyong with clear hostility as he floated in the air.
"What are you looking at, you sex addicts."
As Kim Junyong waved his hand with a whoosh–
Boom!
Their heads exploded one after another.
Kim Junyong beamed as he saw the order points pile up.
"Yeah, that's more like it."
My order point fodder. Be more and more thankful.
From afar, the reporter watched.
[ ...A-A messiah has descended into hell. ]
Her trembling voice spread nationwide through broadcasting stations, internet breaking news, online communities, and YouTube...
A disaster that had erupted out of nowhere was swept away by an even greater calamity.
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