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Chapter 75: Scary Hyung (2)

-Oho.

-Really?

-That's impressive.

Was he perhaps excited by his interjections?

YongYong didn't stop detailing his self-promotion.

-That's right! That much is nothing to me!!

-If it's something like that, I'm an expert!

-Ahahah!

The joy of being acknowledged by such a great being.

Considering the other party's status, there was no sense of discomfort at all.

"Excellent."

"Huh? Yes, that's right! Moreover, I also... when it comes to magic... Oh, that? It's easy..."

"...Subspace?"

"Yes! That's right!"

Hahaha. Maybe I was nervous for nothing.

He's actually a really kind hyung, isn't he?

"Hehe."

"It's good that you can do so many things."

"...Yes? Yes!"

Hm? Something feels off.

What is it? This sense of discomfort?

Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine.

YongYong looked up at him in surprise and saw a benevolent smile on his infinitely handsome face.

Uh... was it my imagination?

"Hahaha. Why? What’s wrong?"

"N-Nothing, sir!"

Tremble tremble-

For some reason, YongYong felt a chill.

YongYong's pupils trembled slightly.

"Well then, YongYong..."

"Y-Yes! Yes, Hyung-nim!"

YongYong unconsciously tensed up.

The Oradge was still wearing a benevolent smile.

"Our YongYongie, you can do so many things, huh? I really want to praise you, you know?"

"Huh? Th-Thank you?"

"Great! I've decided!"

Wh-What?

What?

What did you decide?

A sense of unease washed over him.

A chilling feeling as if some dark, huge hand had approached without him noticing. Like a noose.

No!

I don't know what it is, but I have to avoid it!

"Th-That..."

"Alright. I'll appoint you as a Bluadge."

"What?!"

Wot? N-No...

Aren't Bluadges just unpaid slaves who delete gross images?

"Why? Don't you like it?"

Karlstein asked with a smile.

YongYong broke out in a cold sweat.

There's no need to volunteer to be an unpaid slave deleting gross images...

Moreover, as a Red Dragon, blue is a bit... It reminds me of those one-trick Ice Magic users...

These were thoughts he couldn't voice out loud.

"Our YongYongie, you don't like it?"

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Shudder-

Why does his refreshing smile feel so terrifying?

Still, being forced into this role is unacceptable!

Somehow, I have to find a way to refuse...!

"N-No, it is not that! I-I am still far too lacking..."

"Haha. No, you're excellent."

Tenggg!

This feeling of sinking into a swamp!

I can't escape!

Kuaaak!

As YongYong met Karlstein's golden eyes, his mind gradually went blank.

"Mm, mm. Very excellent."

Shudder-

Somehow, his praise doesn't make me happy.

In the end.

"Hehe. Thank you!"

Yep. He’s an unstoppable force.

Let's just submit.

"Right, our YongYongie can do well, can't you?"

"O-Of course! He-Hehe."

"For now, I'd like you to be my porter for a while."

P-Porter?

You're asking the Lord of Mana, the Regulator of the Middle Realm, the Supreme Being, the Master of Flames, a Red Dragon, to be a porter?

"Haha. You can do it well, right?"

Huh? Well...

"O-Of course! Aren't I an SSS-Class Porter after all!"

"Is that so?"

Facing him as he grinned, it was the moment YongYong took his first step into society.

Zzzt-

The signal seemed unstable as the community connected, disconnected, and turned on by itself. The message transmission he had asked for earlier seemed to be delayed too.

Beep-

Oh? It's off again.

However, YongYong had no time to pay attention to that.

"Anyway, this is my first time here too, so follow me closely."

"...Yes! Yes! Understood!"

First time? Wasn't it the Oradge who summoned me here?

Did the Oradge get caught up in this too? It doesn't seem that way though?

"There are quite a lot of good materials here, aren't there?"

"Huh? Yes."

The bones and hides of the monsters were indeed extraordinary.

"Anyway, there's nothing to do until support arrives, so we might as well pick up some trash."

"...Trash?"

Treating those terrifying monsters as trash?

"..."

As he walked leisurely as if out for a stroll, he tilted his head while looking at the empty air.

"I guess the community doesn't work without the main body after all?"

Huh? The main body?

What on earth is he talking about...

"At any rate, so this is what 'World' is like."

As he waved his hand, the fog in front of them was pushed back.

The fog that hadn't budged even with all sorts of magic, though?

Wh-What's the secret?

No, wait, o’ Lord Oradge. Where on earth is this place to begin with?

How can goblin-like creatures remain unscathed even after being hit by Hellfire?

He had many questions, but YongYongie had to silently follow behind him.

***At that time.

Somewhere underground in the Galactic Divine Cult.

-Kuaaak!

-Kyaaak!

-DIE!

-It burns!

-P-Please spare me!

-Enough already! Please let me out!!

-Just hold on a bit longer!

-Kuhak!

Screams that made one think they were in the midst of hell.

-Are you going to give up here?

-Get a grip! It's almost over!

-Hold on just a bit longer!

-If you faint, we start over from the beginning!

Ten thousand martial artists were being drilled and drilled again under the instructors' directions.

-Everyone follow along! For His Majesty Karlstein!

-F-For His Majesty Karlstein!

-Your voices are too weak! Do you think you can survive here with voices like that?!

-Repeat after me! Galactic! Divine Cult!

Various training equipment that was challenging even for martial artists.

An underground cave where escape was impossible to even dream of.

A difficulty bordering on torture.

Iron-blooded instructors akin to evil spirits.

It was no wonder there were wails of anguish.

-It's too painful!

-No more!

-We must escape from here quickly!

However, this place called the 'Eight Gates of Hell' was a place one could only leave through death.

Before passing through the 8 Gates, the pain would only repeat endlessly.

-Kyaaak!

-Kuhak!

-N-No!

The ten thousand or so martial artists who had been captured while trying to raid the main hall of the Galactic Divine Cult were spending their time in hell.

The name 'Absolute Martial Unit' had long been erased.

-Kuak! Galactic! Divine Cult!

-Galactic! Divine Cult!

-Kuluk! Galactic! Divine Cult!

-Woo! Woo!

A hellish training course involving forced indoctrination facilities and all sorts of drug enhancements.

Once they pass through the Eight Gates of Hell, perfect elites with both body and mind trained would be born.

Recently, as martial artists who had passed through all Eight Gates began to emerge one by one, the Divine Cult's combat power was increasing exponentially.

An elite soldier training facility combining martial arts and cutting-edge technology.

It was at the level of mass production, like a factory.

"Hmm..."

A woman pondering something while looking down at them through a glass window.

The leader of the Galactic Divine Cult.

A Moderator of the Integrated Dimensional Community.

Virdel was having trouble concentrating.

"..."

"Noonim, is something wrong?"

Namgung Jin expressed his puzzlement at her unusual mood.

"It's nothing..."

Virdel was unable to focus at all, as her contemplation continued for a while.

Meanwhile, Namgung Jin was watching the warriors in the Eight Gates of Hell and breaking out in a cold sweat.

It's not like you’re raising an army of Jiangshi or something.

What on earth are you trying to do...

On one side, people were being forcibly indoctrinated in capsule-like devices, while on the other side, machine devices were injecting drugs through various needles.

Below, a scene of hell was unfolding, and in some places, battles of killing and being killed were taking place.

...

Is this really okay?

But then again, when you look at those who have passed through the Eight Gates of Hell, it seems fine.

The only drawback is that they show excessive loyalty and seem machine-like.

It's better than losing their lives, I suppose.

That was the only way he could think about it and move on.

"Then... I shall visit you again, Noonim."

Currently, the Central Plains were peaceful. There were no forces that dared to defy the Galactic Divine Cult. Not unless they wanted to immediately face a flying army of Force Users.

Even after sending Namgung Jin away, Virdel didn't open her mouth.

FlameYongYongie....

Hmm. What kind of feeling is this exactly?

It's frustrating and my nerves are strangely on edge.

I feel irritated and impatient.

Is it jealousy?

A vod she had come across by chance the other day.

Since she couldn't watch it live, she only grasped what happened through a separately organized post, but she could guess roughly what had occurred.

...How dare he.

"..."

Just how...

Anger was rising.

She shook off the aftermath of her sticky emotions with a deep breath.

"Jealousy... It's an unfamiliar emotion."

Was this also thanks to the Overhaul Rebirth?

Many things had changed since the previous Overhaul Rebirth.

How to put it… It was as if a layer of her mental shell had been peeled off?

The terrible memories of the past that had always weighed heavily on her mind now felt like distant history.

She could look at things more objectively, with more peace of mind.

Just with that, the world that had looked ashen to her was now tinged with color and vitality. The sensation of her once endlessly heavy emotions becoming fluffy and alive.

It could be said that she had thrown off the heavy shackles that had tormented her for a long time.

Of course, it wasn't perfect. It was just one stage of growth, so her essence hadn't changed.

She still found humans so disgusting that she didn't even want to think about them.

At that moment, a message came from the person in question.

"...?"

Virdel's face was surprised as she read the message.

This is?

The sender was 'FlameYongYongie', but the content was from Him.

"!!"

It was asking if she could come to the world called 'World'.

And if she could come, to prepare to participate.

A bright smile bloomed on Virdel's face.

Ah...!

Finally.

Will I be able to meet Him directly?

If that's the case, I can't prepare carelessly.

Virdel looked down at the martial artists in the Eight Gates of Hell with cold, shining eyes.

"To prepare properly, I'll need to drill them a bit more."

For some reason, the martial artists in the Eight Gates of Hell had to tremble in anxiety as goosebumps rose.

-Kuaak!

-This is too much!

-Save me!

-Sob sob!