Chapter 203

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Chapter 203: Dreaming Dictator (1)

“… Nuclear?”

“Nuclear…?”

“You mean nuclear?”

Seoul’s Strongest Swords, upon seeing the operational command of Geumgang ray, wore bewildered expressions.

《Time until nuclear missile launch: 9 seconds》

This incident was beyond the capacity of the human brain to comprehend.

To think that the three generations of the Kim family would appear in the heart of Seoul and lead to the dropping of nuclear missiles… Is this really happening?

“What… What will happen if this…?”

Songpa’s Strongest Sword, Oh Yeonhee, stared at the hovering guidance line with a trance-like gaze.

“This is… Gangnam, isn’t it…?”

Gangnam.

The jurisdiction of the invincible Joseon Strongest Sword, Jeong Yeongwoo, and a region synonymous with wealth just by its name alone.

The area that everyone thought could never be destroyed, now reduced to ruins by the return of Kim Il-sung from hell.

But is that all?

“Wait, if this happens…!”

Yeonhee’s thoughts reached the residents of Songpa-gu, adjacent to Gangnam, belatedly.

If a nuclear bomb falls here, Songpa-gu will also be annihilated, as if it were obvious.

And what about the radiation that will spread in all directions?

In essence, this is it.

“Destr… Destruction. It’s the end now. We’re finished.”

Kim Doha, the Strongest Sword of Yongsan, was already seated, overwhelmed.

《Time until nuclear missile launch: 7 seconds》

Meanwhile, among the spectators, the only administrative official, Jo Sangik, yelled towards Jeong Yeongwoo.

“Yeongwoo! Somehow stop it! If a nuclear bomb drops, Seoul is finished!”

With eyes that seemed almost gone, he screamed at Jeong Yeongwoo.

He had always thought that guy would cause a major accident someday, but he never dared to imagine it would involve a nuclear bomb in Seoul.

Of course, Yeongwoo knew very well the extent of the disaster this time.

“Nuclear? Are you insane? It’s not just us who will die! Are you planning to wipe out all of Seoul?”

As Yeongwoo swung Bastard, Kim Il-sung countered with a terrible line.

「I always wanted to see Seoul become a sea of flames.」

Truly a dream.

“This lunatic!”

Is that line for real?

Yeongwoo was stunned by Kim Il-sung’s malicious intent, as he swung Bastard for the twenty-second time.

Crash!

Yeongwoo’s attack was unmistakably blocked by Geumgangjo.

‘Damn!’

Joseon’s Strongest Sword.

It seemed that the legend of North Korea’s evil could not be hunted down with North Korea’s martial arts alone.

Despite attacking following the mark left by the Joseon Sword Technique, the defense occurred at an astonishing timing, as if the opponent anticipated the same mark.

Moreover.

《Time until nuclear missile launch: 5 seconds》

Suddenly, there were only 5 seconds left.

A decision had to be made now.

‘How do I stop the nuclear…?’

Request laser bombardment at the point where the nuclear missile will fall?

In this case, if luck favored, the missile could be wiped out by the laser before the warhead exploded.

But it’s not just any missile, it’s a nuclear missile.

‘There’s no way to prevent the radiation from spreading. Laser might even act as a detonator.’

An unpredictable crisis.

Who on earth has ever stopped a nuclear missile?

‘Maybe it’s better to quickly kill Kim Il-sung? There’s a way to request bombardment while I’m attached to him.’

It was practically a suicide mission, but it was better than a nuclear bomb falling on Seoul.

But even in this case.

‘No, the missile guidance line has already appeared due to the dream reflection. Even if Kim Il-sung dies, will the missile launch be canceled?’

But is that the only problem?

《Time until nuclear missile launch: 3 seconds》

Now there were only 3 seconds left, and Kim Il-sung was still skillfully blocking Yeongwoo’s attacks.

At this rate, neither Kim Il-sung would die nor the nuclear missile would be intercepted.

“This bastard…!”

As he was pushed to the brink, Yeongwoo’s mind began to race rapidly.

‘Martial arts! Let’s change martial arts first!’

After handing over the Chosun Sword Technique he was equipped with to the golden trajectory, Yeongwoo directly used ‘Rohm’s Bottom’, registered in the Great Sword.

「Rohm’s Bottom」- Legendary Sword Technique

【Fights like a prisoner.】

Pheeng!

At that moment, a purple hologram appeared, but Yeongwoo didn’t even bother to confirm it.

《Time until nuclear missile launch: 2 seconds》

Checking the guide and taking the time to execute it would have been a waste in this critical situation.

Swish!

He solely relied on his own judgment and threw Bastard.

And then.

Crash!

He reached a state of ‘physical deficiency’ by tearing off his own right arm with his left arm.

‘40%…!’

The ‘physical deficiency’ assessed by Yeongwoo as losing one arm granted a 40% increase in power, and at the same time, the blood gushing from the torn surface of his right arm added a 25% increase in strength due to bleeding.

Sssaaa!

His whole body felt like it was boiling.

There was another doping agent, but there was no time to take it out and consume it.

《Time until nuclear missile launch: 1 second》

The task at hand right now was…

Thud!

To dig deep, avoiding the opponent’s Geumgangjo and reaching under the chin.

「It’s already too late. Whatever you do…」

Kim Il-sung, who realized that the Joseon Strongest Sword was making a final effort, wore a triumphant expression, but then lifted his head upon hearing a sharp sound above.

Swish.

「You’re still playing tricks.」

Ssaaeeeeeck!

It was none other than Bastard, that Yeongwoo had remotely summoned.

The myth-grade sword was descending vertically towards Kim Il-sung’s forehead.

However…

Hwaack!

Kim Il-sung deliberately wielded his previously unrevealed Geumgangjo to deflect Bastard.

Crash!

As a result, with his arm already extended and without a weapon in his hand, Yeongwoo plunged his fist under Kim Il-sung’s chin.

Thud!

「……」

Kim Il-sung looked back at Yeongwoo.

It was because he knew that Yeongwoo couldn’t threaten him without Bastard.

Moreover.

《Time until nuclear missile launch: 0 seconds》

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The countdown for the nuclear missile had ended.

Kwaaaah…!

The distinctive high-speed missile movement sound began to be heard without fail.

And at that moment…

‘Fuck, Di… Did I miss the timing?’

With a perplexed expression, Yeongwoo extended his fist diagonally towards Kim Il-sung’s chin.

This time, it was exactly as Rohm’s Bottom had guided him.

Yeongwoo had demanded only one thing from these prisoner’s martial arts.

‘A single punch that can forcibly turn Kim Il-sung’s head…!’

Just like the opponent, Yeongwoo’s absurd wish also came true in reality.

Indeed, his left fist was driven into Kim Il-sung’s right chin.

Peeeooook!

As a result, Kim Il-sung’s head was pushed to the left, forcibly moving Kim Jong-un’s head attached to the side to the front.

「Huh…?」

In an instant, Kim Jong-un, who had once again become the owner of Geumgang Yaksha, wore a startled expression, and Yeongwoo embraced his head and exerted all his strength.

“What… What is your dream?”

「…My dream?」

As Kim Jong-un responded like this, Yeongwoo’s body wrapped around his face trembled violently.

Hwaack!

Kim Il-sung, who had been pushed aside, was actually trying to use his strength to bring himself back to the front.

And at the same moment…

Shwaaaaa!

A very realistic missile propulsion sound was heard from above.

「…Hah!」

Kim Il-sung, who was fighting for control of his body to regain control, exclaimed as he saw the missile entering the visible range.

And Yeongwoo…

‘Ah… Is it a failure after all?’

Gazing deeply with a sinking feeling as the nuclear missile entered 200 meters into the air.

Utter despair.

Indeed, it was impossible to change the content of the ‘dream’ just by changing Kim Jong-un to the front of Geumgang Yaksha.

《Geumgang ray brings the dreams of the owner into reality.》

According to the inscription of Geumgang ray, since the realization of the problem was based on the ‘dreams of the owner’, Yeongwoo had thought that even if late, changing the owner of Geumgangryeong to another person would reflect this.

After all, the method he had been using to exploit the system had been like that.

However…

‘The luck doesn’t seem to continue. Was the dream already realized and couldn’t be changed? Or was I wrong from the beginning?’

Whatever it was, this battle was a defeat.

Yeongwoo checked the coordinates under his feet, even at this late hour, to request a bombardment.

Seoul was finished now, but it wasn’t the end for the entire Republic of Korea.

Here, even if it meant annihilating Kim Il-sung, other cities could survive.

“Earth! 482! 182…!”

Eventually, the moment Yeongwoo attempted his last resort, the self-destruct sequence.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud sound resembling something breaking apart echoed from the sky.

“…?”

As Yeongwoo hastily looked up, he saw the bottom part of the nuclear missile descending straight down along the guidance wire, spreading out in all directions like a blossoming flower.

“Huh…?”

Yeongwoo’s pupils expanded to their maximum.

And the widened eyes were the same for Kim Jong-un, Kim Jong-il, and Kim Il-sung.

Because the missile, which had been descending smoothly, suddenly came to a sudden stop.

「What, what’s happening? Why did it stop?」

Kim Il-sung, unable to hide his unease.

Then soon after,

Crackle, boom, crack!

The entire nuclear missile spread out in all directions, transforming into small fragments, then spat out one of the fragments.

Thunk!

The identity of the fragment descending in a gentle arc from the sky was…

Shwaaaaaat, Kwaaaah!

“What… What is that?”

It was an unexpected limousine.

Of course, Yeongwoo wasn’t asking because he truly didn’t know the identity of the fragment.

He had also seen the Maybach emblem on the rear side of the limousine.

So, that was, Maybach, the luxury brand of Mercedes-Benz.

However, the problem was why a Benz vehicle suddenly popped out of the sky at this moment.

“That’s a Benz… right? Why did a Benz suddenly come out?”

As Yeongwoo muttered in confusion, even feeling fear, Kim Jong-un, buried in his embrace, cautiously opened his mouth.

「…No.」

“What?”

「It’s not just a Benz. That’s…」

Unconsciously, Yeongwoo used his only hand to cover his mouth.

“No way, you…”

With an incredulous look, Yeongwoo stared at Kim Jong-un.

It was a well-known fact through the media that he, as the dictator of North Korea, had a great fondness for foreign cars.

Especially since luxury vehicles like Benz were not imported into North Korea as part of UN sanctions, Kim Jong-un had once smuggled foreign cars through six countries to avoid this.

And the smuggled vehicle was the Benz Maybach S600 Pullman Guard.

He even managed to acquire the next version, the S650, showing just how sincere he was about the car.

「…..」

Eventually, he seemed resigned, as he closed his eyes tightly.

「…That’s the new model Maybach, my dream car.」

Dream car.

The moment Kim Jong-un’s words were spoken, the nuclear missile in the sky disintegrated into hundreds of Benzes and began to rain down like showers.

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