The Return of Apocalypses Tyrant - Chapter 74

Episode 74

[Gyu-Ryu.]

[Why?]

[What are you planning to do now?]

[Anyway… The job of the proxy clan is to guide the participants of the carnival, of course. The good news is that the competition within the clan seems to have largely come to an end. Isn’t that right?]

Hyunryu clicked his tongue at his answer and nodded.

[I don’t like you, but… I can’t help but admit it when I see a scene like that. Of course, I’m talking about Namgung, not you.]

[Anyway… Either way.]

Gyu-ryu chuckled at his words.

Ha ha ha ha ha—!!!

In the hall behind where they were standing, laughter continued even though it was late at night.

It was a scene like the one Hyunryu was talking about.

[I honestly can’t remember the last time I saw my father smile.]

[Me too. Isn’t it funnier than that? This is a scene where a yaksha and a human are sitting like that. Until now, we just thought of humans as inferior people.]

[Inferior people have achieved what even we could not do.]

Hyunryu said.

[Is he really a regressor?]

[Probably so.]

[Definitely… Looking at his actions so far, he is more overwhelming than the other Revelators. But the funny thing is, they openly say they are regressors, which makes me even more suspicious.]

[Maybe that’s what they’re aiming for. It must be frustrating for the phases too. You can’t put restrictions on your activities openly.]

[It seems amazing… but on the other hand, the author is too dangerous.]

[What are you worried about? Current. He is a person recognized by his father. And we are Muhwi’s children. Isn’t that the end?]

Instead of answering his words, Hyunryu quietly drank the glass he was holding.

[And you saw it too.]

Gyu-ryu said to him.

[That’s his yaksha technique.]

[Yes.]

Hyeonryu, who had not answered, slowly nodded.

[None of us would do that.]

[Not one of us.]

They looked at each other.

[Not even my father can do it.]

Pow-ok-!!!

Muhwi grabbed the collar of Namgung, who had stabbed his sword into his collarbone.

Buuuuung—!!!

Then he suddenly threw him.

Quad deuk…!!

Namgoong, who turned in the air and landed on the floor, was unable to overcome the force and was pushed away, scraping the floor.

[Putting soul powder into the gap of the chest car. I never thought I could make my weapon useless like this…]

Clap! Crash-!!

Muhwi pulled his gauntlet back several more times. However, the bullet inside did not budge as if it was caught in something.

“Once you can’t use spiritual bullets, the chest chariot is nothing more or less than an extremely hard gauntlet.”

[Cluck… I like it more and more, huh?]

Moohwi said with a grin towards Namgung, who stood up from the floor.

He pulled out the [Baekcheonganggeom] that was stuck in his abdomen and threw it at him.

[But you know what? Being extremely hard… means that it will never break.]

Kwaang—!!!

“…!!”

In an instant, the distance between the two narrowed.

Namgung hurriedly grabbed the sword that Muhwi had thrown from the floor.

‘Oops.’

Even though I knew I had to avoid it, I ended up defending myself from the intimidation I felt from Mu-hwi.

Card deuk deuk…!!

Wood clack!!

With a dull sound, Muhwi’s fist hit Namgung’s abdomen.

“…Oof!”

Namgung’s breath came out, and at that moment, his back bent as if his bones were about to pop out.

‘It’s over.’

‘There’s no way I could survive after getting hit by that.’

The yakshas shook their heads as they watched Namgung flying away.

[…?!]

But surprisingly, Namgung, who had been hit by Mu-hwi’s blow, staggered to his feet and they looked at him in surprise.

[It doesn’t make sense… He survived?]

[Even after getting hit by that? Just a human?]

Just like their reactions, Muhwi also looked at Namgoong, who was standing up, with eyes filled with anticipation.

[He’s a strong guy. Should I say it’s quick rather than sturdy? You blocked it with your sword at that moment. Well… the sword doesn’t seem to be very strong.]

Passesuke…!!

As soon as Mu-hwi finished speaking, the [Baekcheonganggeom] that Namgung was holding crumbled into powder.

“…I’m going to get some nagging from Myung-Hoon.”

Namgung threw the broken sword on the floor and spoke in a low voice.

“I’ll have to pick up a present for him when I go back later. “Because I can’t go empty-handed.”

[Kk…kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Do you plan to return alive?]

“Of course. And I will return with both hands full.”

[Really?]

Muhwi waved his hand as if telling him to attack again.

“Muhwi. This is what I like about you. “If I had given my all, I wouldn’t even be the opponent I am today.”

[Hmm, but?]

“You are currently suppressing your abilities to match my level.”

[Because this is enough.]

Crackling-

[…!!!]

At that moment, everyone was shocked.

Sigh…!!!

Wouldn’t Mu-hwi’s arm, which he had thrown towards Namgung just a moment ago, be twisted and cut off like a piece of laundry?

“You may have seen my physical ability… but it seems you haven’t seen my technique.”

[…Huh?]

Muhwi frowned slightly as he looked at his torn arm. If it were anyone else, he would have screamed and made a fuss, but he was indeed the leader of the Yaksha clan.

[How did this happen?]

Rather than pain, he looked like he couldn’t hold back his curiosity about what happened to him now.

[Aha.]

But the question didn’t take long.

[This is it.]

The card is full…!!

The cross section of the torn off arm was twisted into a spiral, as if a vortex had formed inside.

[…I thought it was a bluff. You really have mastered the state of ecstasy.]

It was the first time I had seen a wound.

Muryang’s 【Yeokjin-gyeong】 is about expressing internal speculation outward.

However, his wounds now were not the result of his anger being expressed, but rather the internal twisting caused by inhalation.

[Putting speculation into your body… It’s literally an act of suicide. Fighting is like a sharpened sword.]

“I know. “It is the infinite technique that maximizes it, and there has never been a more effective technique than that.”

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

the “Namgoong” opened his palm and a light breeze rose from above it. The swirling air was unusually spinning retrogradely from bottom to top.

“But because it’s perfect, you have to gamble that much.”

At that moment, the vortex became more and more compressed and disappeared into nothingness.

puck!!

However, the moment it appeared to have disappeared, a sharp explosion erupted from the empty air.

[I see… It’s not just releasing it, it’s compressing it and exploding it. It means adding speculation to speculation.]

“The added power does not necessarily have to be speculation. It could be magical power or elemental power.”

[Does that mean that one’s fighting spirit consumes the opponent’s strength and increases explosive power?]

Muhwi nodded as if he understood.

[The stronger the opponent, the stronger the explosive power will be. It’s like a technique designed to deal with invincibility. It is truly for fighting against the strong.]

“Yes. The infinite technique is the strongest. “The only thing that can overcome that power is infinite power, so the unknown took advantage of it.”

Namgung answered.

“It’s not about eating it completely, but spitting it out right before swallowing it and exploding its power.”

[But that doesn’t mean the technique is safe. Although it may be said that you just spit it out right before, in the end, your power has to swallow up the other person’s power, even if only for a moment. If your strength cannot withstand it and it explodes before you can eat it…]

Muhwi

said as he kicked his severed arm and threw it in front of Namgung.

[It will end up like that. You will be crushed first.]

“I’m not worried. “You are here to prevent that from happening.”

[…What?]

“Surely the Yasha clan would leave their own contractor alone?”

Namgung pointed to the building where Muhwi was and said.

“Whether it is a weapon or an elixir… whatever I do before the Octagon War will make me stronger than I am now.”

[K… Hahahaha!!]

Muhwi laughed heartily at the sight of Namgung speaking as if it were so obvious.

[Can you handle it?]

Namgung answered him.

“Don’t disappoint.”

[What do you think will happen now?]

Hyunryu asked.

[In fact, the author Namgung is a revelation of status. Of course, there is no law prohibiting a revealer from becoming a contractor for the proxy clan… but he received two benefits at the same time.]

[It is still noticeable, but it will be more noticeable.]

Since he has been designated as a contractor, his work is no longer personal. It wasn’t.

The life and death of the clan is at stake.

I couldn’t help but worry. It’s great to see that the clan’s contractors are excellent, but the needle in the pocket is bound to stick out eventually.

[You will become everyone’s target.]

And those needles will eventually break first.

Gyu-ryu nodded as if he understood what his concerns were.

But I just understood and wasn’t worried.

[Maybe that’s the real purpose.]

[…Hmm?]

[I told you so. That person is crazy. You shouldn’t look at it with ordinary eyes. If you see him running wild like that, he might be intentionally trying to become a target for others.]

[Why?]

At that moment, Gyu-ryu shrugged his shoulders.

[I don’t know either. How can I know the thoughts of a human who has a bunch of snakes in his head?]

Hyunryu shook his head as if he was disappointed at the answer that was different from what he expected.

[But…]

Gyu Ryu said while looking at Namgung having a drink with Muhwi.

[He said he would bring the Titan’s Heart?]

[But?]

[It certainly won’t take that long.]

Maybe…

it could be when the third door opens.

* * *

-All contractors for the proxy clan have been decided!

– A fierce auction results in many deaths and waves of mourning occur throughout the country…

– Two contractors are born in Korea!!

-An unprecedented amount of attention is being paid to Nam So-min, the youngest contractor…

“Hmm…”

Namgoong pressed his temples due to the pounding headache that had not yet subsided from the alcohol Mu-hwi had given him, and looked at the news being reported on the electronic display board.

After passing through the gate of the yaksha and returning to Sebitseom, he was passing through the city, feeling a sense of alienation from the clean island scenery, as if nothing had happened.

“…hmm?”

When Namgung returned to base, he momentarily wondered if he had taken the wrong path.

Even when there were several barricades erected on the road leading to the base, I felt something was strange, but it was only when I entered the neighborhood that I realized why.

“what’s this?”

The strangeness of the clean Sebitseom was such a ridiculous sight that it was nothing.

“wait a minute!! “It only takes a moment!!”

“Hey, don’t cover yourself!”

“Wow! Let’s not push!!”

The alley was occupied by reporters. There was a scuffle between the reporters who were packed in and the police who were setting up the barricade.

Boom –

I roughly understand the current situation.

When Namgoong stepped onto the ground, the heads of the noisy reporters turned.

“uh?”

“That person…!!”

After a moment of silence, reporters began to rush towards him like a tidal wave.

“It’s Namgung!!”

“Namgoong has arrived!!”

There was a huge uproar in the area, with police, reporters, and onlookers all mixed up.

It was then.

Kwasik-!!

When I grabbed the microphone and grabbed it, it was immediately shattered.

“What…!”

“What are you doing?!”

The reporters shouted as if they were embarrassed by Namgoong’s attitude, but he didn’t care and pushed them away, taking away the microphones that were in the way and breaking them

.

“Namgoong?”

He looked down at the reporter.

“Am I your friend?”

“…yes?”

Hiccup –

The reporter met his gaze and his shoulders trembled without realizing it.

“…older brother!!”

At that moment, the door opened and Myung-Hoon shouted with a surprised expression. He looked tired, as if he had been through quite a bit.

“Take this.”

“What is this?”

Myung-Hoon looked at the object Namgung threw.

“Your sword is broken. So I got a new one. I should have asked and chosen, but I just chose randomly. However, since it is rare, it will be better than before.”

“Les le? No, is it broken? “My sword?”

Myung-Hoon looked at Namgung with a puzzled expression at the sudden situation.

“You guys, go back and stop making a fuss in front of other people’s houses.”

“Wait a minute! You’re going back!”

“We do it for citizens’ right to know…!”

The reporters, who had a blank look on their faces for a moment, began to shout at Namgoong’s words.

“Right to know?”

Namgung said in a cold voice, raising his sword and pointing into the sky.

“What do you want to know?”

Kugggggggggggg….

At that moment, red light began to emanate from the sky he was pointing at.

“When are you going to sleep?”

The reporters fell silent, staring blankly at the third light pouring in.

“The third door opens.”

That was enough of an answer.