Chapter 336
Chapter 336: Correction (1)
Heavenly City District 9.
In the place where space twisted and the blinding cluster of light subsided, Han Siah slowly opened her eyes.
“Ah…….”
An exclamation mixed with admiration flowed out from between her lips.
Massive obsidian walls and defense towers erected all over the streets.
And the numerous heteromorphic races and humans coming and going beneath them.
However, what caught Han Siah's eyes was not such external development, but a different part.
“Glory to the great God of Death.”
“Please bestow mercy upon us today as well.”
The sound of prayers heard from all over the streets.
The residents gathering both hands and bowing their heads reverently in front of Kim Minwoo's statue placed in the center of the plaza.
Whether buying goods at a shop or going out to a hunting ground, they were proving their faith to each other by taking out Faith Orbs from their pockets and manifesting the light.
“This is the Heavenly City…….”
Holy deep emotion filled Han Siah's pupils.
“It is a truly beautiful place. A perfect paradise.”
Of course, from the perspective of the residents of District 9, it was largely prayers driven by capitalistic control where if they didn't believe, their livelihood would be cut off immediately and even entering hunting grounds would become impossible, but such trivial reasons were not important to Han Siah.
As a result, the entire street is worshipping and praising Kim Minwoo. That alone made this place a flawless and perfect holy land.
“Oh my! Saintess! Have you arrived!”
At that time, a single Lizardman came running hurriedly, his scales gleaming.
It was Amteron, the Vice Guild Leader of the Money Talks Guild in the Heavenly City. As soon as he stood in front of Han Siah, he rubbed his two hands together vigorously and bent his waist 90 degrees.
“I have heard a lot about you from the Guild Leader! I am Amteron, who is in charge of managing District 9. It is a humble place, but I will serve you with all my heart and sincerity!”
Amteron stole a glance up at Han Siah from beneath his bowed head.
Dressed in a pure white dress with two hands gathered neatly.
Skin so clear it was pale, and a gentle and soft smile. Anyone could tell she was the paragon of a holy and benevolent priest.
‘Thank goodness.’
Amteron let out a sigh of relief inwardly.
She was completely different from the Guild Leader who exercised dominance by crushing flesh and bones, or the four Legion Commanders who dripped murderous intent just by breathing.
If she was such a clear and pure person, it seemed it would be much easier to serve and manage her here from now on.
She must surely be an angelic person the Guild Leader sent to warmly embrace the rough public sentiment of District 9.
‘I wonder if I'll be able to leave work a bit early this evening.’
A peaceful picture of having dinner with his children at home for the first time in a while was already being drawn in Amteron's head.
“Thank you for your hospitality, Brother Amteron. I am very…… to see this holy land that the Guild Leader has cultivated with my own two eyes.”
Han Siah, who had been speaking softly, suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her gaze whipped around toward a street vendor in a corner of the plaza.
“Oh my.”
The pupils of Han Siah, who had been wearing a neat smile, wavered minutely.
‘That is…….’
A very thick, captivating, and unbearably ecstatic aura. The epicenter where Kim Minwoo's necromancy mana was spewing out in chunks was there.
Han Siah's footsteps headed that way as if possessed by something.
“S-Saintess? Where are you going…….”
Amteron followed behind her in a panic.
In front of the street vendor, two men and women were chewing on something like skewers.
Among them, the black-haired woman dripping thick aura of darkness.
Han Siah instinctively intuited.
‘That woman…… is the dependent Lord Kim Minwoo personally took in.’
A tingling sense of jealousy surged from a corner of her heart.
To think she was harboring the master's aura so thickly inside her body. She was merely envious of the characteristic of the undead race.
However, Han Siah quickly concealed her emotions and approached with her unique gentle smile.
“You, must be Ms. Lee Seoyoon?”
“Hmm?”
Lee Seoyoon, who had been chewing on a skewer, turned her head.
The moment Lee Seoyoon's eyes, where red glints wavered, captured Han Siah, they widened minutely.
“……Han Siah?”
Of course she had no choice but to recognize her.
Because the most famous person in the world next to Kim Minwoo currently was the woman right before her eyes.
The Saintess of the Death Cult who was manipulating the entire world with the Ilsung Group on her back.
It was at a level where you would be considered a spy if you didn't know her.
“This is the first time we meet in person. I have heard a lot about you from Lord Kim Minwoo.”
Han Siah bowed her head elegantly and offered a greeting. Lee Seoyoon nodded her head reluctantly while holding the skewer. She felt a sense of reluctance toward that woman's unique atmosphere.
At that time, Han Siah's gaze headed toward the man standing next to Lee Seoyoon with his weight shifted to one leg.
The man looking at her with an expression of interest with sauce smeared all over his mouth.
It was Namgung Min.
Han Siah's gentle smile cooled down very minutely, about 1 degree.
“Hmm…….”
Han Siah scanned Namgung Min up and down and opened her mouth.
“However. The person next to you is…….”
Her voice was still soft, but the temperature contained within it was distinctly different.
“……You are a non-believer?”
An empty soul where neither traces of prayer, nor the wavelength of a Faith Orb, nor any remnants of belief could be felt.
In an instant, chilling madness flashed deep within Han Siah's pupils.
And Namgung Min did not miss that fleeting look in her eyes.
‘…….’
Namgung Min's jaw joint moved slowly as he chewed and swallowed the skewer. His black pupils stared straight at Han Siah's face.
A pure white dress.
A benevolent smile.
A holy atmosphere.
That shell which an ordinary person would have knelt before as if possessed.
However, the intuition of a psychopath crazy for dismantling and breaking people recognized the truth beyond that shell at a glance.
‘What is this, this lunatic.’
The corners of Namgung Min's mouth twisted upwards.
The eyeballs of a perfectly insane fanatic who would more than burn away everything that went against her standards.
Although of a different grain from himself, she smelled of a fundamentally equally broken breed.
“A non-believer?”
Namgung Min chuckled and casually tossed the skewer stick into the empty air.
“Ah, well. I've only seen that gentleman's face exactly once, you see. I haven't quite developed enough faith yet, Saintess?”
Namgung Min grinning as if provoking her, and Han Siah still wearing an elegant smile but with eyes as cold as ice.
The gazes of the two existences with different grains began to clash silently in front of the shabby street vendor in District 9.
“Heretic.”
Han Siah's red lips parted slightly.
Her hand stretched out toward the empty air.
Seureureuk.
Black mist coiled around her entire body.
The pure white and holy dress was instantly dyed into a pitch-black dress, and on the tips of her neat feet, dizzyingly sharp black high heels were worn before anyone noticed.
A massive scythe was grasped in her hand where the mist scattered.
Scythe of Silence.
The moment the weapon revealed its form, the warm and holy aura wrapping the plaza suddenly changed.
The surrounding air froze in a single breath, and pitch-black murderous intent that choked one's breath spewed out.
A few passing residents screamed and stepped back, and the street vendor owner threw his goods aside and began to run away into the alley.
The gentle shell of the Saintess completely disappeared. Only blind fanaticism to judge the world by god's standards settled in her pupils.
“Since you are one taken in by Lord Kim Minwoo, I will not treat you like filth that must be carelessly cleaned up.”
Ttogak.
Han Siah raised her scythe at an angle while clicking the heels of her black high heels.
“However, it seems a very strong correction is needed to tear you down from deep within your bones and engrave the right faith into you.”
Hearing that chilling sentence, Namgung Min's eyes curved like crescent moons.
Far from fear, it was an expression of someone who was genuinely enjoying it so much he couldn't stand it.
His hand, having slowly wiped off the sauce smeared on his lips with the tip of his tongue, sluggishly headed toward his waist.
Seureung―.
Along with an unpleasant metallic sound like scratching one's spine, two daggers revealed their forms in the empty air.
The Murderous difficulty test given by Re-evaluation Inspector Popo.
It was a unique weapon exclusively for him, ripped out as a spoil of war after finally breaking through that hellish test.
[Summoning the Demonic Sword Cardis (SSS)!]
[Effect 1. Can summon the Demonic Sword. The Demonic Sword grows together with its master.]
[Effect 2. Receives a powerful correction when holding the Demonic Sword.]
[Effect 3. Uses mana to erase the trajectory. As strikes accumulate, the target's pain and bleeding are maximized.]
[Effect 4. Can declare a ‘Slaughterhouse’ in a certain area.]
Holy Relic Iverg, Holy Sword Arpesia, Divine Bow Yferin.
An SSS-rank weapon along the same lines as the weapons of heroes.
Above the pitch-black twin daggers openly swallowing the light, red mana like capillaries was pulsating ominously.
“That's great.”
Namgung Min twirled the twin daggers between his fingers. Every time the blades cut through the empty air, a creepy rupture sound rang out.
“I wanted to test out my newly obtained weapon by slicing something up, too.”
He wiggled his finger toward Lee Seoyoon, who was watching this situation with interest from the side.
“Noona, don't interfere.”
Namgung Min's black pupils gleamed toward Han Siah. The eyes of a murderer anxious to completely dismantle the inside of her shell.
“Because that's mine.”
“……Hah.”
Lee Seoyoon let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded.
She had no intention of stopping them in the first place.
A clash between a fanatic and a psychopath; there was no more entertaining spectacle to watch while grabbing popcorn than this.
She took a step back without a word of complaint, and tapped the shoulder of Amteron, who had turned deadly pale and frozen stiff next to her.
“Hey, lizard. Bill the Ilsung Group for the cost of the street vendor that's about to be destroyed. Ah, I guess they don't have that here?”
“E-Excuse me?!”
Thoughts of peaceful days vanished completely from Amteron's mind.
‘An angelic person, my foot! I was crazy!’
Regret washed over him belatedly, but it was already too late.
The moment Amteron stepped back in shock.
Kwaang―!
Along with an explosion that cratered the ground, the figures of the reaper in a black dress and the murderer holding demonic swords shot forward simultaneously.
In the middle of District 9, a shamanistic ritual of uncontrollable lunatics raised its curtain.