Chapter 162

[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]

Chapter 162: Hot Night (6)

Sightseeing.

Visiting other regions or countries to see their scenery, customs, and cultural heritage.

Therefore, Yeongwoo’s proposal made sense in terms of sightseeing.

“Where are we going? A dungeon. I’ll take you there.”

“A dungeon…?”

Upon hearing the name of the tourist spot, Jeonggu first tilted his head for a moment, then widened his eyes.

That place where you have to go out at night and activate the orb left by a mutant to enter.

A space called a dungeon where people from all over the world gather to fight for their lives.

“I’m not stupid, why should I go there?”

“It’s worth a visit before you die. When else would you go to such a place?”

“No, that’s not the point…”

Jeonggu, unable to speak, just opened his mouth silently.

Then Yeongwoo continued.

“In the dungeon, it’s very important not to betray your comrades and to adhere to the rules.”

“So, why do you want to go there with me? I’d be free the moment you die, so why should I refrain from betraying you?”

“Betrayal. You haven’t done it even though you had a chance.”

“What?”

Jeonggu looked puzzled by Yeongwoo’s words.

Then, inadvertently, he clapped his hands with a sudden realization.

“Oh, damn. Right.”

If he really wanted to be free, he should have taken advantage of the moment when Jeong Yeongwoo07 was lying on the operating table, replacing his spine.

“But there’s no need to regret it. Your son, Don Jeong, could have beaten you even lying down.”

Yeongwoo’s words were literally true.

– Weeing…

Because he had an automatic combat greatsword equipped with prisoner sword technique.

How could an ordinary Dobong Strongest Sword fight against a legendary-grade weapon equipped with legendary martial arts?

“…This bastard is real.”

“And it’s better to entrust the rear to one of our own than to trust foreigners.”

And if it’s a blood relative, it’s even better, Yeongwoo added.

At this, Jeonggu glanced at the sword at his waist and spoke up.

“Don’t I have the right to refuse? Aren’t there other Strongest Swords in Seoul? You could choose one from among them. They’ll all probably come running if you ask.”

“Well, most of them I think are people who could stab me in the back whenever they want when I’m in crisis. It’s just natural because they are strangers.”

Yeongwoo didn’t think it was bad to betray others in a crisis situation.

In this world, it was wise to bet on what was advantageous for oneself.

That’s why Yeongwoo highly appreciated Jongsu, who discovered him struggling in Chungju but didn’t swing his sword.

Because he was a truly rare character in the world after the reset.

‘And another person who could do that has emerged.’

None other than his father.

Or rather, Kim Jeonggu, the candidate for father.

Of course, he couldn’t trust him entirely, but as mentioned earlier, he was more trustworthy than the other Strongest Swords in the meeting.

But paradoxically.

“You have the right to refuse… That’s right. Because the dungeon is a place where the will of the gods matters, forcibly dragging you along won’t do any good.”

“Oh, really?”

As Jeonggu hesitated to respond, Yeongwoo added a warning.

“You should know, father, that there is probably no one on the Korean Peninsula who can defeat me.”

“…That’s probably true.”

“That means, if I die in the dungeon, the power of this country will greatly diminish.”

“…Isn’t that a bit of an overstatement?”

“The rewards in the dungeon are substantial. Just staying alive until the end guarantees unique equipment.”

“…It makes me realize once again that life is precious.”

“And more than anything else, do you want to see your son die betrayed by foreigners? Last time, I was lucky with comrades, but who knows what will happen this time.”

“….”

Yeongwoo’s words this time left Jeonggu speechless.

Apart from whether he agreed with the term ‘son,’ the fact that the nation’s leading Strongest Sword could die at the hands of foreigners was unpleasant.

So when Jeonggu was about to find a suitable response,

– Weeing.

The doorbell rang near the entrance to the room.

As promised, Suna brought the people.

“The kids are here, father. Please relax your expression.”

With these words, Yeongwoo took out the weapons strapped to his waist and handed them to the Golden Goblin.

Then he gestured for ‘Golden Trail’ to hide behind the sofa.

Then.

– Weeing.

The sword really lay quietly behind the sofa in the living room as Yeongwoo instructed.

“Should I draw my sword too?”

“Of course.”

“You should have told me that in advance.”

Jeonggu hurriedly hid his sword behind the sofa in the living room.

“You’re not hiding a dagger in your chest again, are you?”

Yeongwoo confirmed that Jeonggu had returned hurriedly, then opened the door to the room.

Click.

Then, outside the door, Kim Taejoon’s wife, Kim Seok, and their children, were standing side by side in the long corridor.

“Oh, CEO, please come in.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Yeongwoo chose to address Seok as a CEO.

In fact, she was the head of the Moi Cultural Foundation.

On the other hand, Jeonggu…

“Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Kim Jeonggu.”

He bowed his head and reflexively extended his hand for a handshake.

Swoosh.

Seok also lightly shook hands with Jeonggu and introduced herself.

“Yes, nice to meet you. I’m Kim Seok. These are my children.”

As she introduced her son and Lee Hyun one by one, Lim Suna, who had been quietly standing in the corner of the corridor, told Yeongwoo.

“Your colleagues will be here soon.”

And indeed, there was the sound of the elevator opening on the other side of the corridor.

Swoosh.

Then, two long shadows appeared in the corridor.

It was none other than Jongsu and Taeyoung’s silhouettes.

“Hyung!”

Finally recognizing Yeongwoo, Jongsu dashed down the long corridor towards him.

“Nothing happened while I was away, right? I asked you to come because I thought there was something you might find interesting.”

“Oh, thanks to you, I’ve been doing well…”

As Jongsu chuckled as usual, he suddenly widened his eyes at the sight of Yeongwoo’s changed title.

“Joseon…? What did you do again within half a day?”

Then, Kwon Taeyoung, with his head bowed, approached, showing more interest in Jeonggu, who seemed like a police officer, as he was meeting him for the first time.

“Who is this…?”

“Kim Jeonggu. He’s my father.”

“Yeongwoo’s father…?”

“Yes.”

As Yeongwoo introduced the two strangers to each other, Lim Suna, who had been watching them closely, quietly stepped back.

“It’s been a while since the room was bustling. I’ll go in first! If you need anything, call me on the walkie-talkie.”

“Yes. Thank you for your hard work.”

[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]

Although Lim Suna had temporarily left, the corridor was still chaotic.

It was natural with seven people remaining.

“Now, please come in. It’s time to watch TV until 11 p.m.”

* * *

Television.

To be precise, it should be called the television of the reset world.

So far, Yeongwoo had only seen it in expensive residences like Room 3233 of the Parnas Hotel.

And as such, on the reset version of television, unusual things were always broadcasted.

‘Last time, it showed videos of experts from various countries sleeping and scenes of me promoting Dogo… If you think about it, maybe different channels come out depending on the guests.’

In particular, the fact that the television showed the rooms of returnees was crucial.

Because Yeongwoo was the only one in Korea who considered mutants as ‘friends.’

“Everyone please go to the bedroom.”

Once again, Yeongwoo confirmed that there was a television in the bedroom and called everyone together.

And when Detective Kwon Taeyoung approached the bedroom area, Yeongwoo cautiously pulled him aside and said.

“Detective.”

“Yes, Mr. Yeongwoo.”

“Do you still have it? The bracelet Commander commander used.”

“Oh.”

At Yeongwoo’s words, Taeyoung showed his right wrist.

Swoosh.

Sure enough, there was an artifact, a mutant-grade weapon, on his wrist.

「Cross Knot」- Mutant Bracelet

【20% resistance to abilities】

【–Empty Slot–】

An absurd equipment with 20% resistance to abilities on a single bracelet, with a gem slot attached.

Until a few days ago, Yeongwoo didn’t recognize the true value of this equipment, but now it was different.

“I’m sorry for the impertinence… Can I use that bracelet? I’ll give you a weapon that you can use right away in return.”

When Yeongwoo instructed the Golden Goblin to open the dimensional pocket, artifacts and mutant-grade weapons slid out of the pocket as if on cue.

Then, after seeing the weapons, Taeyoung, who was momentarily taken aback, looked back at Yeongwoo.

“It seems like you really need this bracelet.”

“Yes. I do.”

Yeongwoo answered brazenly.

Because 20% resistance to abilities had its value.

And frankly speaking, for Taeyoung, who was finding it difficult to rise to the ranks of the strong, ability resistance didn’t hold much significance.

Because if he encountered a being that inflicted abilities, whether human or alien, he would probably die nine times out of ten.

“When you gave it to me in the first place, it was out of kindness. If you need it, of course, I should give it to you. And I feel like Yeongwoo will use it much more meaningfully.”

Taeyoung said as he willingly took off the bracelet and handed it over.

Yeongwoo nodded slightly with a somewhat uneasy expression.

Then, he took out a weapon from the Goblin’s dimensional pocket and handed it to Taeyoung.

“Please take this, even if just for my peace of mind.”

While it was true that it was easy to hand over mutant equipment without much hesitation, the sentiment was genuine nonetheless.

“If that’s the case, thank you, I’ll gladly accept it,” Taeyoung replied.

Finally, Taeyoung accepted the authorized weapon from Yeongwoo, and at the same time, Jongsu called out to him.

“Hyung.”

“Yes?”

“Something strange is showing on the television.”

“What? You’ve already turned it on? Who did?”

Why would they turn on the television when the children were present?

Was it his reckless father?

Startled, Yeongwoo quickly entered the bedroom, where he saw Kim Taejoon’s family standing in a row by the bed, staring blankly at the television.

In front of them, Jeonggu stood holding the remote.

‘Ah.’

Indeed, it was undoubtedly this audacious gentleman who pretended to know something while turning on the television.

However, the problem was…

–These reactionary bastards must all be killed.

It was a strange voice that was currently echoing in the room.

“Crazy.”

As soon as he heard the voice, Yeongwoo felt chills down his spine.

He seemed to know the owner of that voice, and he confirmed it through the reflection in the children’s pupils from the television screen.

–Kill them all! Don’t let anyone get away with it.

The strange voice echoing in the room.

What was being broadcast on the television after the reset was none other than.

[Dictator – Kim Jong-un].

It was North Korea’s Kim Jong-un, locked in a secret space, muttering to himself.

[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]