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◈ The Precious Demon King

Chapter 83: Passing the Bomb

Rumble.

All was black. In this world of the vanquished, as if woven from the abyss, a new life was about to be born.

Pop!

An ugly demon was born–small, yet oddly cute.

"Grr, Mad Monarch you fucking bastard!"

Killed by that bastard again. Infuriating!

If he killed the Demon King in Belhaim, why didn't he just take over that planet? Why did he come back to Earth?!

"You idiot bastard, you fucking bastard!"

In this empty, dark world, he had to cultivate his strength once more. And he had to choose the world into which he would descend.

Unfortunately, he could not descend into Belhaim or Earth again because he had already died there.

"Fucking son of a bitch!"

This meant that he would never have the chance to face the Mad Monarch again, for better or worse.

But wait–if that bastard dies, would I meet him in the Demon Realm?

No, that bastard wasn't a demon. He was more demonic than anyone, yet he was human. Who would believe such astonishing news?

"Ah!"

The Empress of Hell! The outborn demon. If the rumor that she was born on Earth were true...

"Kukuku, fucking Mad Monarch bastard!"

He wanted to take revenge personally, but the Demon Realm's rules prevented him from descending to Earth again. So, he would send an assassin to hunt the bastard down!

This was truly yi-yi-zhi-yi–to subdue enemies with enemies!

Ah, this reminded him of that God Earth bastard too.

"God Earth, you fucking bastard!"

That sneaky god had turned the void realm into a trap. Demons swarmed inside, mistaking it for Earth.

Like fish crammed into a net. The problem was that those fish were fighting and clashing with each other.

Subduing demons with demons!

It was a stratagem worthy of being called the essence of yi-yi-zhi-yi.

"God Earth, you sly bastard, may you get fucked too."

The crazy bitch of the Demon Realm. He would unleash the poison called the Empress of Hell upon Earth.

"But first...grow stronger..."

As he was, he couldn't possibly face that dreadful demon. He would be killed instantly before he could say a word.

He had to rise in "rank" enough to face the Empress of Hell.

"Kieeek!"

A four-legged monster approached. Hah, one of those lowly creatures again.

Fwoosh.

The ugly baby demon transformed into a four-legged beast.

"Kieeek!"

"Kieeek!"

The two snarled at each other, identical–like mirror images in decalcomania.

* * *

Paris, France. The dungeon was shrinking. Less than two hours had passed since it first appeared.

"It-It's disappearing!"

"He succeeded in conquering it!"

"The Special did it!"

No one knew exactly why, but a South Korean hunter had teleported all the way here to help.

"Look, it's the bureau director of the Special Security Bureau!"

"Waaah!"

At someone's shout, all eyes turned. Reporters and citizens swarmed in.

"Wow! I've never seen the French government handle things this quickly!"

"Hugo! You're amazing!"

"Keep it up like this!"

The cheers of the citizens made Hugo Blanc smile, though inside he was full of worry.

Now the Korean Special is about to come out of there.

When he arrived, Kim Junyong and five others were inside conquering the dungeon.

Twelve hunters died.

Leon Faivre, the pride of the Special Security Bureau, had led the team. Only four remained.

It was a serious problem.

"Control the citizens."

"Yes, Bureau Director."

A police official desperately tried to hold back the surging crowd.

"Bureau Director Hugo Blanc! When did you request support from South Korea?"

"Did you secretly negotiate with them?"

The reporters threw out questions at random, but Hugo Blanc remained silent. Truthfully, he had nothing to say.

How can I answer what I don't know?

The reporters were just as curious as he was. Why had a South Korean hunter come to help?

Flash.

As the black liquid mass shrank, the heroes who had conquered the A-rank dungeon emerged.

Six people.

Two of them were East Asian.

Special One, Two.

Kim Junyong and Kim Remi. The remaining four were the hastily deployed exploration team.

Leon!

What a relief. Truly, a relief.

Sixteen were sent in, and twelve died. It was horrible and tragic. But it was encouraging that Leon Faivre was one of the four survivors. While all lives were equal, hunter resources were another matter.

As harsh as it was, the survival of SR-rank Hunter Leon Faivre was the best possible outcome in the worst situation.

Even at first glance, the four survivors looked anything but well.

"Leon, are you all right?"

"Ughh, Bureau Director."

Fear clouded his eyes. He kept glancing at Remi, unable to hide his dread. He whispered into Hugo Blanc's ear.

"N-Never oppose them."

"Hm?"

"Never, ever make them enemies."

"F-For now, go rest."

"Hahh."

Leon Faivre and the other survivors were rushed into waiting ambulances.

"Hahh."

Hugo Blanc drew a short breath and steeled himself. Now, he had to deal with the ticking time bomb that had dropped in from South Korea. He had to hand it off before it exploded in France.

Damn Italians.

He approached South Korea's Special One, who was muttering to the air.

* * *

< "Salvation" is placed on the Scale of Order. >

Clatter.

Orbs rolled onto the pan, larger now with each upgrade.

< Order : 875 - 38 : Chaos >

The black orb on the chaos pan grated on his nerves.

This bastard killed a human thinking it was a monster.

When Kim Junyong glared, Remi pretended not to notice. There was nothing to be done about it now.

It feels like a waste to settle now.

The doppelgänger's dungeon must have been quite threatening. This was nearly on par with saving Yeouido.

If I hadn't stepped in, the damage would have been that bad.

< Many hunters would have perished in the conquest. >

He nodded at the scale's words. The doppelgänger was a troublesome demon.

"Still, they would have managed to conquer it."

< The damage would have been great, but yes, it would have been conquered. >

France had its Saintess, after all. In any case, he had earned quite a lot of points.

It would be a waste to settle for a sloppy 800-point reward.

Any villains around?

He might as well clean up while they were here before leaving.

"Hm? Come to think of it, it's night in Korea, right? This makes the settlement time all jumbled."

< As long as the sun's power is with us, the settlement can be delayed. >

"Ah!"

It wasn't the day that mattered, but solar energy.

"So the sun is your driving power source."

< That is correct. >

"Oh, then maybe I could even knock the scale out at night."

< ... >

Kim Junyong smirked. A few tricks came to mind immediately.

If I teleport to places where the sun's up, I could endlessly farm order points.

Order points were forcibly settled at sunset. Because of that, it was impossible to collect them indefinitely. However, he had found a way to extend that time.

< It is better to choose growth of the scale and opt for deferred weighing. >

"I'll handle that myself."

< ... >

He was teasing the scale when a bald man approached.

Whoosh.

He bowed in the Eastern style and blurted out fluent French.

[ I am Hugo Blanc, the bureau director of the French Special Security Bureau. I extend my gratitude for your aid. ]

"This person is Hugo Blanc, the bureau director of the French Special Security Bureau. He thanks you for your help."

The interpreter standing next to the bald man spat out fluent Korean.

"Oh, right."

Of course! Kim Junyong saw an opportunity to increase his lacking order points. The citizens crowding around–look at their curiosity, their anticipation, their elation!

He raised his hand and waved.

"Waaah!"

"Hey, interpret this. Tell them that France is safe and that they don't need to worry."

"Ah, understood."

The interpreter relayed Kim Junyong's words.

"Waaah!"

< "Gratitude" is placed on the Scale of Order. >

< "Praise" is placed on the Scale of Order. >

These bastards. Be a bit more thankful!

It was still far from 1,000 points. Kim Junyong threw his arm around Hugo Blanc's shoulder, linking shoulders like comrades.

"Hey, call me if there's another crisis. I'll give you a discount."

[ Uh, r-really? ]

"Yeah, so smile."

[ Huh. ]

Kim Junyong grabbed the hand of Hugo Blanc, who was smiling awkwardly, and raised it high.

< "Acclaim" is placed on the Scale of Order. >

< "Respect" is placed on the Scale of Order. >

< "Awe" is placed on the Scale of Order. >

Clatter.

The figure passed 900. Easy, too easy.

But then the white orbs, which had been climbing sharply with the crowd's cheers, abruptly stopped.

"Hm?"

< Everyone who wanted to express thanks have already done so. >

"These bastards."

Too few citizens had gathered. Or perhaps they were just people who offered praise only in words.

"Hey, Bureau Director."

[ Hm? ]

"Ah, damn language barrier...Interpreter! Ask him if there are any villains worth killing."

"Eh, villains?"

"Yeah. Any guys who are usually a headache?"

"Th-The shapeshifter Louis is the most infamous."

"Is he nearby?"

"He lives in Paris."

"...?"

Wasn't he way too close? When Kim Junyong tilted his head, the interpreter hurried to add.

"He can take many forms, so he's very hard to find."

Kim Junyong and Remi exchanged a glance. Just from the description, the situation became perfectly clear.

"Interesting."

This Louis had made a contract with a demon. Moreover, a doppelgänger type. How coincidental.

"All right. I'll take care of him."

"Eh, r-really?"

"Why would I joke around?"

Flash.

Kim Junyong summoned the sentinels. Over a hundred sentinels that had been wandering near Hansan 2-dong were summoned simultaneously.

Flap–

When suddenly magpies, crows, pigeons, sparrows, and the like appeared around them, the gathered crowd was bewildered.

"Before we find the bastard, let's take a commemorative photo."

"Uh?"

Kim Junyong and Remi headed toward the Eiffel Tower.

It was an unexpected situation!

"Ci-Citizens, please step back!"

"Please make way!"

The police hurried to act, and the citizens, knowing the situation, obediently opened a path. But they didn't disperse. Instead, they trailed after Kim Junyong in a line, like a marching protest.

"Special! Korean Special!"

Hearing the cheers of the crowd, Kim Junyong and Kim Remi continued walking.

< "Acclaim" is placed on the Scale of Order. >

Order points were added one by one. Kim Junyong smiled pleasantly.

Easy pickings.

< Order : 917 - 38 : Chaos >

To gain at least a meaningful reward–a divine orb–he needed 1,038 points.

"Make way! Quickly!"

Hugo Blanc, having heard the general situation from the interpreter, urged the police.

The Special One had appeared in Paris, conquered the dungeon, and offered to take care of Louis, the shapeshifter who had been a thorn in their side for so long!

This opportunity could not be missed.

Click, click!

Reporters snapped photos ceaselessly of the marching group. Hugo Blanc walked beside Kim Junyong, hoping to be photographed with him, even if only in the background.

The people near the Eiffel Tower were flustered. A mixed crowd was approaching, and curiosity stirred about what was happening.

"What is this? Some protest group?"

"Isn't it a celebrity? The police are escorting them."

"Oh, with this many people, could it be Sophie Giraud?"

As more onlookers gathered, the police were unable to advance and were held back.

"Request reinforcements! Now!"

"Yes, Bureau Director!"

Hugo Blanc grew tense. Too many people had gathered.

Mob psychology was viciously contagious. The crowd chanted for the Korean Special.

He stole a glance at Kim Junyong's face.

Is he smiling?

Not bad. Whatever the reason, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"What the–? I thought it was a celebrity, but it's some ching-chong I've never seen before."

"Grab that bastard!"

"W-What?"

The police rushed in en masse and beat the man with batons.

"Ugh! Are you crazy? Why are you hitting me?"

"Arrest him! Drag that German away!"

"What? I'm a Fr–mmph, citiz–mmph."

As Kim Junyong watched five officers rush in and drag the man away, beaten and gagged, he asked.

"What's 'ching-chong'?"

Hugo Blanc admitted with an anxious expression.

"A-A racist. I apologize for the offense. On behalf of Europeans, I apologize."

"Tsk-tsk. Racism, in this day and age?"

"Well, the Germans...that country has a long-standing tradition of it."

"Ugh, Germany."

Kim Junyong shook his head repeatedly. Hugo Blanc finally let out a sigh.

Italy tossed the time bomb to France. France sent it flying to Germany.

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