The atmosphere in the safe zone was tense to say the least.
Everyone turned their heads one by one and faced my direction. They were looking at me as if I was a rare species of monkey the zoo just recently discovered.
Was it because I was carrying this box with me? Or was it because of my first appearance in the same zone?
In any case, the fact that I have taken the spotlight did not change.
"Jakga, are you sure this is a good idea?"
"I've already told you before we got here."
"I know. But still..."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Despite my reassuring words, Angelica still looked concerned.
It was understandable. What I was able to do was very risky. In fact, I won't be surprised if I was immediately attacked. But everything should be fine if I just follow the script.
Thud—
As I reached the centre of the safe zone, I dropped the heavy box on the floor.
As expected, the first person to greet me was Minhyuk. He approached from the crowd with that same stupid grin on his face.
"Hey Jakga, have you been well? Where have you been all this time?"
Look at this bastard. He was acting as if we were buddies despite sending assassins to kill me. Maybe if the world wasn't destroyed, he would be a great actor.
"You already know. I had a few things to do."
"You mean gathering cores?"
"What else did you think I was talking about?"
"That's true, my apologies. So what do you got there?"
Minhyuk looked at the large box I just dropped on the floor.
"Nothing special. Just some cores."
"Cores? I don't see any cores."
"Wait, give me a moment."
I pulled out my inventory pouch and flipped it over.
Pooour—
Plip, plop, plop—
"...!"
"This bastard!"
Countless marbles poured out from the inventory pouch as if it was candy. They were the cores I obtained from the plague spider's hideout.
In such a situation, the people opened their eyes wide in shock before being filled with greed.
"Are those cores?"
"Isn't that alot?"
"There's gotta be at least a thousand in there."
Just as predicted, it didn't take long before the people began to move.
"You are Jakga-ssi, right?"
"Please hand me a few cores."
The people rushed towards from all directions like a pack of hyenas. If I gave everyone the cores I had, many people will pass the scenario. But that was not why I was here.
[The constellation 'Chaos Architect' snorts.]
"You all want cores, right?"
The people nodded their heads. They were visible desperate. In the first place, it was impossible to pass the scenario by just hunting monsters.
As a result, the people were lacking cores to move to the next scenario. This was no greater opportunity than this.
"I will give them to you. I already have enough cores so I don't need them."
"Then I will..."
"However, it's not for free."
The noisy people became silent as soon they heard my words. They looked puzzled as if they did not understand.
"I will make a deal with you. I will sell you the cores for a fair price."
"S-Sell?"
"What...?"
"Uh, do we have to pay with money?"
I smiled and raised my index finger.
"Not money. You have to pay 100 coins for each core."
The people began to think. 100 coins for one core. It was pretty reasonable. And considering how cores weren't sold in the market, I was their only option.
"Are you really selling cores right now? If you really wanted to help this people then why not distribute it evenly?" Minhyuk asked
I laughed at his question and replied.
"Is there anything free in this world? Didn't you say so yourself, Minhyuk?"
Minhyuk's expression stiffened. He wasn't expecting his own words to be used against him.
"What if we don't have money."
A random person from the crowd asked. It was a sudden yet expected question.
"That's simple. You're all aware of the shop, right? You can sell any of your valuables and get coins in exchange."
"Sell items?"
"Minhyuk, didn't you say you had to do anything to survive in this world?"
As if the final string binding the people snapped, they screamed and rushed towards the mainframe group.
"Minhyuk, you bastard!"
"Son of bitches!"
"Shit! WHAT ARE YOU ALL STANDING FOR?! KILL THEM!!!"
Minhyuk stepped back and his henchmen moved infront of him as if following a programming.
In the next moment, the place became noisy. It was a situation where two groups were crashing.
Slash! Puok!
The survivors were vicious with their attacks but they were slowly getting overwhelmed by the mainframe group members.
It was an expected outcome. The people from the mainframe group possessed high fighting power due to all the coins they obtained through human sacrifice.
Thankfully, there was a way around this.
Puok! Puookkk!!
The members from the mainframe group that got torn by the Iron-cutting sword spat out a scream and crumbled on the floor, straining it with fresh blood.
"S-Spare me..."
The ones that did not die, begged for forgiveness. They were the same people that sacrificed others to gain others. I killed them without mercy.
"Stop him!" Kim Minhyuk shouted.
It was useless. No matter how he shouted or how he tried to force his lackeys to act using the slave mark, the power of the brand was limited.
In the end, the mainframe group members that tried to stop me got cut down one by one. Blood spurted everywhere.
This was a result of something I had prepared beforehand.
[The cursed players has been slain.]
[Due to the Stigma, their remaining life force will be absorbed!]
"What?"
Minhyuk seemed surprised.
It was because the magic power that was supposed to be transferred to him was entering my body. To be precise, the magic power was flowing into the tattoo I branded on my shoulder with blood.
A strange energy was coursing through my body. It was demonic energy, a kind of power only wielded by demons.
Since this energy was flowing through my body, it was evident I had become the second host of the Demon Seal.
[The constellation '### ### ###' is extremely curious about how you were able to steal their magic!]
Claaang!
Somehow, Minhyuk managed to stop the swing of the Iron-cutting sword using his weapon. Even then, there was an obvious gap in strength between me and him.
Minhyuk gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak.
"You bastard... How?"
His eyes were filled with resentment. I didn't answer his question. In response, a sharp smirk formed on my lips. It was a mocking smirk.
"Kim Minhyuk, did you think we are still in high-school? Those times where you used to be in control. Being protected by your family name."
A flash of memories occurred. They were painful memories I had buried deep inside my mind. Those rough times when I was treated like a dog. When I was Minhyuk's erand boy.
But those times had changed. Now it was me at the top of the food chain.
"And after all these years, you're still pathetic daddy's boy. Where is your daddy to save you now, I wonder?"
However, Minhyuk was no longer listening. His eyes had changed. Those eyes belonged to a cornered animal that will do anything to survive.
He retreated and tried to run away. His attempt was at a cute level. I raised the handgun and shot both of his ankles.
Puok! Puok!
"Kuaaaak!"
Minhyuk lost his footing and crumbled on the floor, wriggling around in pain. With both of his ankles pierced, he won't be able to run away.
"They should be done with those guys."
As it turns out, I wasn't the only main actor. Jung Yunhee took the stage and slaughtered people left and right with Jongho, Angelica and Gyeong protecting their respective positions.
Jung Yunhee. She contained a personality or another self that enjoyed killing. Eyes, throat and heart. She was rather brutal in her approach.
In any case, she took care of all those I left behind while I dealt with the main leader. I slowly approached Minhyuk who was still wriggling on the floor like an ant.
"Dear goddess, please help me! Help your apostle! You won't allow me to die, right?"
Minhyuk desperately called out to the constellation that had given him power.
It was then....
[The constellation '### ### ###' looks at their pathetic subordinate in disgust.]
[The constellation '### ### ###' had collected back their Stigma from the foolish incarnation.]
Minhyuk looked pale as if he had seen a ghost.
He was a fool. He was nothing but a clown for the constellations. He was a toy that could easily be replaced once it has served its purpose.
Perhaps it was time to out him out of his misery.
Snik!
The Iron-cutting sword was buried in Minhyuk's throat.
There was no hesitation. Neither was there guilt or sadness or even a sense of satisfaction. Only a vast unexplainable indifference remained.
Puok!
Minhyuk's head rolled down on the floor with a final look of despair frozen on his face.
Thud!
[The walker 'Kim Minhyuk' has died.]