Papapat!

  Damages increase on the battlesuit.

  His main body will be fine but like with a mutant’s awakened state, the fight is won once the battlesuit is destroyed.

  Cha Jun Sung’s dark tent repeatedly ripped and regenerated. Besides a physical fight, they were in a battle of attrition. The one who gets pushed back, loses.

  Writhing.

  A chunk of flesh coalesces on the ceiling and creates Cha Jun Sung’s bust. He is going to exercise physical force on Tyrant who is trying to avoid the attacks.

  ‘Leg.’


  Legs over arms. This makes him lose mobility. It is worse to not be able to walk around than it is to not be able to use arms.

  While busy, Cha Jun Sung quietly fell to the bottom.

  At that moment, Tyrant looked up and met Cha Jun Sung’s eyes.

  “I knew you would come out! Die! You disgusting mutant!”


  Tyrant picks up his left arm.

  There is a light bomb in his hand. Cha Jun Sung saw this and his face fell. He can’t avoid it. They will both get hurt at this close range, but there’s nothing he can do.

  Bang!

  Tyrant’s arm gets cut off. A light bomb goes off at the same time. He must have put a lot of energy into it, because the explosion was tremendous. It must be multiple times of the usual.

  Cha Jun Sung’s body is burned to ashes.

  He didn’t die. It’s a burn. But a burn is created on a foundation of stamina and nutrients, so he lost that much and there are injuries to his dark tent as well.

  Rapid regeneration becomes slower and slower. It is proof that his strength is becoming depleted.

  Tyrant is pushed by his light bomb’s explosion, thrown against the outer wall, and falls.

  He can see the part for his left arm over there. It is empty inside. The part is fine, but the cut off arm inside seems to have melted in the heat.

  Tyrant sighs. His internal organs were shaken. Even so, he didn’t stay on the ground. He needs to fight to his death if he wants to live.

  Bang!

  The part that Tyrant was leaning on bounced out briefly and hit his back. The inside is Cha Jun Sung’s space. Everything moves at his will.

  “This! This!”


  Tyrant fell forward and held the cut section with his right hand.

  He howled.

  His arm is cut off, but his abilities from 10 stages of body modifications and his battlesuit treated itself and the wound stopped spreading early.

  However, there is no way he doesn’t see that the situation is changing disadvantageously.

  He needs to get out of here. He needs to do it, but things aren’t going the way he wants them to.

  “I’ll kill all of you! I’m going to sweep this whole place! I’m going to be the only one left!”


  Boom!

  Tyrant’s battlesuit lights up red.

  It grows more and more condensed, and then goes into the light bomb he is holding in his right hand. An incredible amount of energy is becoming concentrated.

  Cha Jun Sung felt something ominous coming from Tyrant’s actions. After living with Bomb Ants for a time, he thought of the term “self-destruct”.

  He can’t tell if that’s really what this is, but it isn’t something he can just laugh and pass over.

  “Crazy bastard!”


  Korean.

  Cha Jun Sung’s mouth had been shut until now, and he finally opened it.

  Right before the light bomb went off, the insane Tyrant’s eyes shook.

  But that was it. It was too late. He can’t stop the explosion now.

  Bang!

  The dark tent that had swallowed Tyrant evaporated under the heat of the light bomb. It is a blinding and beautiful red explosion.

  Tyrant and Cha Jun Sung who had been inside hadn’t been able to avoid the light.

  The energy Tyrant had injected into the light bomb was 80% of his battlesuit. The amount of energy in a level S is tremendous and he basically injected the majority of it, but the explosion range wasn’t large considering this.

  It seems to be a 50 to 60m radius measuring by eye, but it is small enough to be visible in whole from the top of a building with a few floors.

  But the atrocity Tyrant committed isn’t as simple as it looks. A crater that goes dozens of meters deep formed at the center of the explosion in a constant curve. It is as though he scooped out that area.

  Also, though the explosion is over, the atmosphere is hazy. From far away, it looked like there was an opaque film over it.

  The space is in a lull.

  Rage guild members put their battlesuits into full function to look for Tyrant.

  He can’t die.

  None of the guild members are truly loyal to Tyrant. He isn’t someone worth showing sincerity to.

  However, they need Tyrant’s abilities and the powerful foundation that provides him with, so they follow him without another option. If Tyrant dies, the guild will be destroyed. They might be able to go into Bloody Kingdom, but they won’t have the upper hand in Japan anymore.

  The 9 Bijous who sustained minor injuries from the Rage guild’s concentrated attack go back to their nest. About 100 mutants follow them.

  They had been swept into the atmosphere of war, but came to their senses at the sound of the explosion.

  There had been hundreds of mutants, and a lot of them had died.

  That many Rage guild members died as well, but they thought that going beyond this was meaningless. The Rage guild members didn’t follow after the retreating 9 Bijous.

  They are tired.

  They don’t want to fight.

  They had been fighting in the first place because of Cha Jun Sung.

  “He’s over there!”


  “Master!”


  Bang!

  Rage guild members looks for Tyrant. He was detected on their battlesuits’ search function, buried under the wreckage outside of the crater.

  A group numbering a little over 1 raid went to Tyrant. They entered as a full core of 10,000 people, but about 1/10 is left now. Some of them are still in Ant Hell, but there’s maybe 1,500 people in total. It is a devastating blow in terms of numerical value.

  Tyrant gets up, supported by his subordinates.

  He is only wearing impact tights. He has taken his battlesuit off somewhere, and is bare bodied.

  “What about the mu-mutants?”


  “They must have been frightened by the explosion ground, because they ran away.”


  “Then what about him?”


  “Him?”


  “Black Devil! Where’s Black Devil? The mutant points haven’t come in! I’m sure he’s alive! They didn’t run away because of the explosion. They felt his oncoming defeat!”


  Tyrant interpreted the situation to his liking.

  He is saying that the 9 Bijous ran away because there is a problem with Black Devil.

  There are no odds.

  He’s saying that he’ll cling to his life.

  If Black Devil had been wounded, this is the chance to kill him. The damage to Rage guild is tremendous, but they still have fight left in them.

  ‘.…… He spoke. It was Korean.’


  Right before the light bomb exploded, the language that went through the translator was Korean. He had been left in wonder because he hadn’t been able to stop the explosion.

  Tyrant stumbles in dizziness.

  He’s lost too much blood. He lost his right arm too. This is why he can’t stand up on his own.

  His hair stands on end when he thinks about what just happened.

  He had resorted to extreme measures in order to kill Black Devil and get out of this play.

  When the light bomb exploded, the first thing to melt was the right arm that he was holding. He had injected 80% energy and the heat generated from this formidable energy completely melted his right arm and battlesuit part away.

  At his helper’s warning, he activated his defensive series items and battlesuit’s energy barrier, and several overlapping barriers protected Tyrant.

  All of that was destroyed at once.

  Fortunately, Tyrant had been able to buy a fraction of a second’s time to eject himself from his battlesuit. Due to this, Tyrant got out of this range faster than the heat spread. He had survived with having only lost an arm.

  “Take out the battlesuit.”


  Tyrant speaks to his helper.

  When he was ejected, his PDA and space compression bag were also ejected. There’s no reason to take his item out himself.

  He can take out the items he wants by just giving an order.

  Tyrant received treatment from medics and put on the battlesuit.

  It is an extra level A.

  He doesn’t have either of his arms, but he can manipulate arms manually.

  Several needles come out inside the battlesuit and go into Tyrant. It is like a nutritional injection that stimulates vitality.

  ‘My level S battlesuit’s destruction is devastating, but I’ll advance once I kill him.’


  The last leg.

  It all ends once he kills Black Devil.

  If he fails the mission, his use of the card becomes meaningless. He’ll just become a level A Lifer like before.

  “Search everything!”


  “Yes.”


  Excluding the few forces protecting Tyrant, the 1 raid spread out in forces. They looked for traces of Cha Jun Sung.

  ‘Come out. Come out!’


  The dark tent that had trapped him was Black Devil. He had set fire to the entire thing. Mutant points would have come in if he had died.

  But he’ll be alive since those points didn’t come in, and he must be somewhere close by.

  He’ll never be able to get away from the guild members’ search network.

  “Ack!”


  A ripping scream. Tyrant and the leftover forces next to him had been watching from one place when they looked to where they heard the scream come from.

  Ack!

  Kya!

  They hear successive screams. It isn’t coming from just one or two people scattered here and there. They went around in force numbers. It seems they are getting attacked in groups.

  “Over there! Let’s go!”


  Papat!

  Tyrant ran toward the noise.

  His heart beats fast.

  Because he’s scared?

  It is excitement that he could become a true level S Lifer. He doesn’t care whether people die as long as he can complete the mission. Even while injured, he can understand the guild members dying when thinking of the level.

  He can think of this as the last struggle. This is the end.

  Completion.

  Tyrant arrived at the location of the screams with his big dream.

  And as soon as soon as the Rage guild members saw ‘it,’ their bodies stiffened.

  It didn’t take a long time. It only took moments for their heartbeats that were like excitement to become fear, and for that fear to become hair-raising horror.