Kim Iljeong was greeted with a confrontation.
“Ahaha. Hello?”
“Who might you be, comrade? Did you call for me, Kim Iljeong?”
Jinsung stood at the 5th-floor front like a scarecrow, motionless.
Only his ominous silhouette was visible, backlit by the light behind him. The only colors that defined Jinsung at the moment were the white of his dagger and the red glow of his eyes.
“Hello? Hello hello hello hello?”
“Comrade, where did my money and my subordinates go?”
“Ahaha. I don’t know about the money…”
Jinsung slowly approached Kim Iljeong.
Stepping out from the backlight, Jinsung’s body was notably covered in red. The source was evident without needing to ask.
“Damn brat… You’ve gone and done it?”
“I was so thankful you came one by one. If I had killed you all at once, it wouldn’t have lasted long.”
[Complete Bloodlust]
Captured by the desire to kill humans.
Must take the target’s Edeya or life to be turned off.
Jinsung’s bloodlust disappears once he takes either the target’s Edeya or life, but most couldn’t withstand even a moment.
“Ahaha.”
That a powerful madman could be the true form of a soul.
Park Jinsung never wanted to acknowledge himself. The human known as Park Jinsung despised the Jinsung consumed by bloodlust.
To survive in society, he had to forcibly hide his Edeya.
A game of hide-and-seek played alone. Before long, Park Jinsung had become an excellent F-grade trash.
Turning off his Edeya inconveniently didn’t erase the memories.
Wielding the knife without morality was always the work of the Edeya, and Park Jinsung was always left with the terrible aftermath.
After all, Park Jinsung was just a high school student.
At least… he didn’t want to kill people with a smile.
“Ah… good…!”
No matter how evil they were, killing them and then coming back to his senses, only to kill again, was not something he should be doing.
“Kuhaha. Even that goblin lady earlier was shocking enough, but where did this monster come from? Could it be that the Chief sent me here for this young blade? No, no. The Chief couldn’t have known about such a madman.”
A small, young fellow, barely 170cm tall, was exuding an overwhelming scent of blood. It would have been more surprising not to be shocked.
“Ahaha. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“Powerful madmen are our specialty in the Great Plague Corps. So, little brat, are you thinking of joining under Kim Iljeong?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… Ahaha, I think the ninth route suits you best, sir.”
Jinsung, who had been cursing to himself, suddenly charged at Kim Iljeong.
It was nothing but animalistic movements. He approached Kim Iljeong, mixing up walls, ceilings, and floors in his path.
It was like a full-swing bouncy ball. The trajectory of his turns was far beyond human capability.
“Hmm. You’re like a flying insect.”
Kim Iljeong, who had even shattered the 1-to-3 Goblin Sword Technique, believed that as long as he could see his opponent, he could counter them.
Vroom.
Kim Iljeong actively utilized the side of his greatsword. Just a slight touch would turn Jinsung into a squashed bug, like what happened to Kim Seyun.
“Ahaha! This is fun!”
Jinsung deliberately entered the range of the greatsword, teasing Kim Iljeong by barely touching the blade now and then.
It was almost a mockery, but Kim Iljeong decided to endure until the end, trusting in his Edeya without a shred of doubt.
The path of the greatsword swing is absolute. To place oneself in its path is akin to suicide. Normally, without a cursed weapon like the Sainchamsageom, it’s impossible to block.
‘Just once, come into the path just once.’
“Wow. Your Edeya is amazing, isn’t it?”
“Huh?!”
For the first time, Jinsung entered the trajectory of the blade. But upon recognizing Kim Iljeong’s Edeya, he immediately moved out of range.
“Why is your Edeya’s name so long? Why? Whywhywhywhywhy?!”
“You damn brat… Can you see the soul names?”
[Extracted from the lair of a Baekdusan tiger, this ‘greatsword’ cannot be ‘blocked’ when ‘swung.’]
World Spirit Unit Grade System (Edeya): A⁺⁺⁺(B↑)
The form of the greatsword reflects the heart of its Edeya owner.
The swing of the greatsword cannot be stopped once it is fully unleashed.
Overall Combat Ability: S⁻(B↑)
Forced Enhancement Rate: 67%
“Quotation marks all over, and a forced enhancement rate? Ahaha. What’s this now?”
“…Hmm. You damn brat, what’s your name?”
“Me? I’m Jinsung. Jinsung Jinsung.”
“Kuhaha. Born a true killer, Jinsung.”
Jinsung could see several routes to kill Kim Iljeong. Though the number was astonishing compared to the hundreds seen with others, it wasn’t challenging for Jinsung. Each route was already the most efficient method to take a life.
“Ahaha. Sorry, mister. I really can’t hold back anymore.”
“Don’t underestimate me too much, you little brat.”
Jinsung switched his dagger to a reverse grip. Wrapping both hands around the handle, he zigzagged in his charge.
Whoosh.
Jinsung didn’t dodge the greatsword by predicting its path but clearly saw and then evaded after the attack was made. Even the strikes Kim Iljeong regretted were actually within Jinsung’s comfort to avoid.
His movements mocked those of a sword expert, or perhaps even surpassed them.
Purely physically, Jinsung was completely overwhelming Kim Iljeong.
“Smirk.”
In the blink of an eye, the distance between Jinsung and Kim Iljeong closed. The issue of distance control that Kim Seyun struggled with was mere child’s play for Jinsung now.
Jinsung chose a murder route that started from the greatsword. He timed his leap over the greatsword as it touched the air and ground.
“You damn brat!!”
For those who wield weapons, allowing an opponent above their weapon is the ultimate disgrace. Kim Iljeong showed anger on his face for the first time during the fight.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
The dagger sank into the greatsword as if slicing through tofu.
Jinsung drilled holes through the greatsword, moving towards Kim Iljeong’s right arm. Stabbing and withdrawing, stabbing and withdrawing, it almost looked like a light rock climbing exercise.
“Don’t make me laugh… Hmm?!”
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch… crack.
The dagger swiftly reached Kim Iljeong’s right bicep. As Jinsung twisted the dagger crosswise, he wrapped Kim Iljeong’s arm with his legs.
“Smirk.”
Jinsung placed his full weight on Kim Iljeong’s arm. As soon as the greatsword wavered, he withdrew the dagger and aimed for the head.
“I have to admit… you damn brat, you’re more terrifying right now.”
“Huh? Huh huh huh?”
Kim Iljeong, undeterred by his own head, attempted to catch Jinsung with his left hand. It was a futile struggle, but Jinsung felt a significant danger.
Jinsung retracted his dagger and quickly distanced himself from Kim Iljeong.
“Hmm. For a damn brat, you’re unnecessarily sharp.”
“Ahaha. What’s with you, mister? What what what what??”
“I’d like to kill you right here and now, honestly. But.”
“Mister, why do you have two Edeyas??”
[The First Beast’s Left Hand]
World Spirit Unit Grade System: ???
Only Jinsung could see the lengthy description.
It only listed the name, with no further details. Even the grade was unclear.
The dagger Jinsung held was merely a part of what was contained within the Complete Bloodlust. In other words, one soul doesn’t have two meanings. Naturally, Kim Iljeong should be the same.
“I’m changing the goal from hunting to survival. That old man Lee Shin had been nurturing an unbelievable monster.”
“Mister, why does your soul have two names??”
“Move aside.”
Kim Iljeong’s left arm began to burn without flames, turning pitch black. Suddenly, thick fur grew on the charred remains of his left arm.
Kim Iljeong grasped the greatsword with his right hand again.
“Hmm. If the Chief saw you now, he’d be shocked.”
“Mister, where are you going?”
“Don’t try to catch me. If I face you, there’ll be endless bickering.”
“…Are you running away?”
Smirk.
Jinsung just lifted the corners of his mouth in a deep smile.
Jinsung had no intention of letting go of the prey before him. The dish was nearly complete; it would be too wasteful to leave it unfinished.
Jinsung swayed as he positioned himself in front of Kim Iljeong.
“Mister… do you think you can run away? Ahaha.”
“Running away, huh? It’s been a while since I’ve heard that term.”
For the first time since his arrival, Kim Iljeong gripped the greatsword with both hands. Jinsung, whose mind was filled only with the intent to kill, spotted another distraction.
“Huh? Mister, mister, mister, isn’t it strange? Why does the combat grade keep rising?”
“Who knows. Hrrrrrrgh!!”
Kim Iljeong unleashed another attack towards the ceiling.
[Because it’s a ‘greatsword’ extracted from the lair of a Baekdusan tiger, it ‘cannot be blocked’ when ‘swung.’]
Overall Combat Ability: S(B↑)
Forced Enhancement Rate: 70%
[The First Beast’s Left Hand]
World Spirit Unit Grade System (Edeya): ???
Overall Combat Ability: ???
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!
An all-out stab.
Starting with the 5th floor, all ceilings in the building were shattered.
Unlike the first floor, there were no large remnants left. From the 5th floor to the top, it was as if the lid of a sports car had been opened, allowing light to pour through freely.
“What, what’s this?!”
Byun Kiyoung on the 17th floor was taken aback by the sudden bombardment and fell on his backside.
Kim Iljeong continued to jump upwards through the holes he had created, constantly changing the battlefield to create even the slightest variable.
From the moment he made holes in the building, he had given up on the term “raid”. The subordinates covering this place must have retreated after suffering a blow that shattered their soul names.
“Ahaha. You can’t run away… Can’t go, can’t go, can’t go!!”
“Hmm! That damn brat!”
The insane brat was truly formidable.
Though he didn’t want to admit it, that damn brat could still press Kim Iljeong at any moment. This monster was merely enjoying the hunt against the backdrop of the gaping holes.
Kim Iljeong and Jinsung’s rampage had reached the 17th floor where Byun Kiyoung was.
“Trash?! How did you get here!”
“Ahaha! New prey, uh, uh? Wait.”
Upon spotting Byun Kiyoung, Jinsung suddenly clutched his head. The precursor to resisting the Complete Bloodlust all this time seemed to manifest in an unexpected place.
In the mind of the person known as Park Jinsung, Byun Kiyoung was someone who shouldn’t be killed.
“Trash! What’s with you! Report the situation now! Huh.”
“Hmm. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a proper madman.”
“Ki, Kim Iljeong?! What about that trash Kim Seyun? How come only the two of you are here! And what’s with this explosion!”
The situation was utterly incomprehensible to Byun Kiyoung’s common sense.
Kim Iljeong’s torn right arm, his panting breath, and his disheveled hood.
“What the hell is going on!”
It was an impossible scenario.
To Byun Kiyoung’s eyes, it seemed as if Kim Iljeong was being chased around by an F-grade trash.
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