Chapter 37: Dark Star (3)

Chapter 37: Dark Star (3)

Kwon Do-hyuk went down the stairs to the basement with Dark Star's Boo Gil-ma.

His name is Wrong. He looked pretty old, but he was 36 years old, and his eyes were protruding, and his nose was hooked, so he had a slightly unfavorable appearance.

Smash! Smash! Smash!

Smash! Smash! Smash!

As I went down the stairs, knocking on the iron intensified.

It had a basement floor.

As we went down to the bottom floor, Oryong opened his mouth.

"Do you want to visit the lowest floor first?"

Kwon Do-hyuk answered the Chinese question in Korean.

"Because there was no need to come."

There was no problem in communication as the two had an interpreter in their ears.

Orion smiled and walked away.

"Don't be surprised to see it."

Kwon Do-hyuk walked along and looked at the blacksmiths working inside the iron cage.

They wore mithril handcuffs on their feet and were under the supervision of a dozen people, making items there.

Kwon Do-hyeok was not particularly interested in blacksmiths, but one seemed to know.

"Kim Seong-han?"

At the age of 29, he was a Korean blacksmith who even said he was unique in Epic+.

"They seem to recognize you because you are Korean."

"I knew he went missing in Singapore, but I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah, I got it from Singapore. Even if I'm doing the management, it's Bragen's work."

Bragen was the name of Dark Star Boogilma.

Seong-han Kim, imprisoned, stared at Kwon Do-hyuk with dead eyes.

A member of the Dark Star guild, the guard here, slammed the adamantium bar once and shouted.

"What are you looking at! Don't you work? If you don't meet the standard, you should know that there will be no rice."

Kim Seong-han bowed his head and clenched his hammer in anger.

Oryong slapped the head of the jailer on the back of his head with his palm.

Right!

"Hey, be kind and be kind. How much is the ransom for this bastard?"

"sorry."

"It's about providing a good working environment. That's how good work comes out. That's all our revenue."

"I will keep that in mind."

Kwon Do-hyeok shook the great man and looked around, and asked.

"Are you strong here?"

"The basement floor is solid. All of these iron plates are 30 cm long. Besides, the bars are made of adamantium."

"Isn't there anything that can't be pierced through an iron plate that is not an item?"

"There are 10 guards on each floor watching 24 hours a day, so what can you do? And the lowest level is at least 10 people at the Epic level. That jailer is a unique level 100."

Kwon Do-hyuk looked at the shouting chief of the guard and nodded and asked.

"I said I can use a warp. Would it be okay?"

"It's okay. If you have about ten layers of the web, your mana won't go out. I tried it. You can put people on it."

"Well ."

"Come on, that's the special room for a guy named Lewis."

It was a relatively large prison surrounded by iron bars made of adamantium.

"How much is my share?"

"20% of the revenue generated once. The rest is given to the participating guild members at their share, and the rest is the guild funds."

"Is it tighter than others?"

"Isn't it natural that all of the guild's executives are moving because of this? If you didn't like it, you should have caught it amongst yourself and put it here."

"Well It is not wrong."

Kwon Do-hyuk turned his back.

"I have seen everything. Let's go, brother."

"What do you mean by brother? Call me Boogilma."

"Did Gilma not like me?"

"If this job goes well, I will unconditionally like you. Now, het off, Takane."

"Brother, push me a little. As for the guild point, I am much higher than Takane."

There was a point for people to raise the level of the guild.

Points were obtained by hunting monsters or by giving gold.

"If you're going to the Guild Point, you're already in trouble. But you seldom kidnap. It was because of Yoroshi over there that Takane became a bully."

He was a unique blacksmith famous as a weapon craftsman in Japan.

It was a middle-aged man hammering with an undistracted posture.

In his eyes, unlike Kim Seong-han, guns were alive.

"Yoshi, did you make that Japanese gauntlet too?"

"Only a sword. It also makes only medium swords. He's a nerd. The profit he gets is the best here. It's a complete Takane pension."

"That's too bad."

"If there is something I can entrust, I can leave it to the man who will catch him now."

Kwon Do-hyuk smiled and shook his head.

"It's not that I haven't grown up yet. It should be a little bigger.

"How old are you?"

"Are you around 73? From now on, I will slowly make an Epic Plus."

"If it's a legend, shouldn't it be unique in the '70s?"

A six-pointed star was drawn on the floor, and a powerful light was emitted.

At that moment, four people appeared above the six platforms.

It was Kwon Do-hyeok and Ram and the sub-guild masters of Dark Star, Oh Ryong and Zhao Ming.

Oh-ryong, dressed in black leather clothes, stepped forward with a satisfied smile.

His face was old-fashioned, and his nose was a hawk nose.

"Hello?"

It was poor Korean.

After that, it was Chinese.

"You seem very surprised, Dohyuk."

"I know, right. I'll calm you down."

"Yes."

Kwon Do-hyuk smiled and walked out.

"Hello, Mr. Lewis. No, should it be Lee Junwoo?"

" ."

"It's good that you don't think about anything else. Already besieged? Do you have any teleportation orders?"

The teleportation spell was a binding item that could be obtained with a very low probability when hunting monsters.

When used, it was an order book to teleport the user to a random place from 10km to 200km.

Kwon Do-hyuk smiled.

"If you don't have it, you'll be here right now?"

Since he didn't hunt, Junwoo didn't have it.

"You must have been shocked, but calm down. We are a guild called Dark Stars. Have you ever heard of it?"

"slightly."

Junwoo also knew that it was the most significant criminal organization in Asia.

"Our guild is providing a comfortable crafting space for producers. Some of the producers you would know just by name became our guild members."

A comfortable production space was definitely confinement.

"I will prepare a special space for you. You just have to craft it there. I'll give you anything but going out. A comfortable production space, the necessary ingredients, the food you want to eat, and a woman who suits your style if you want."

Wu Long whispered to Zhao Ming.

"If you don't know, attack immediately if you show any action."

"Don't worry."

Junwoo looked at them.

Although he was hiding mana, Junwoo could feel the mana of those who were nearby to some extent.

Except for Ram, the other three were monsters to Junwoo.

At least it was a Walker-class, maybe even more.

Resistance was futile.

He had no choice but to see the opportunity and run away.

Obviously, monsters similar to the people here seemed to be overhead.

Kwon Do-hyuk walked towards the watch in the box and grabbed one.

A smile spread across his lips.

"Escape is impossible. It was the first time we had mobilized so much energy, so I thought it was a bit of an oversight, but looking at this watch, it seems like it wasn't at all."

The watch was thrown at Oryong, and Oryong looked at the clock and smiled, satisfied.

Kwon Do-hyuk looked at Junwoo and pulled out thick mithril handcuffs.

"Let's go quietly together."

"Is there room for conversation?"

"Let's go and talk about that."

If we went together, there would be no freedom for Junwoo.

If you don't make it, you won't be given food, you won't get a good night's sleep, and you'll be tortured in various ways.

Junwoo looked around them.

"Isn't there anything else?"

And Junwoo disappeared.

When Junwoo disappeared, the eyes of the four became extremely wide.

If it was a warp, the energy of mana movement had to be felt. But I didn't feel it at all.

Junwoo disappeared from there, but he simply climbed upwards.

Magic light bulbs were floating in all directions, and his vision was reflected toward Junwoo.

"What, what?"

Junwoo looked around.

A large, puzzled man stood there.

At 195 years old and of great size, the 30-year-old was a Japanese Yuma called the King of Destruction.

Hundreds of people ran in all directions.

Boogilma Yuma looked at Junwoo and asked in Japanese with a curious face.

"You, where the hell did you appear?"

Junwoo doesn't know him.

But he, like the monsters seen from below, seemed to be enormous.

Junwoo's head hurriedly turned to the right.

Liu Wei, a Chinese known as a killer, ran with a sword.

It was at great speed.

It was so fast that my spine shivered in that brief moment, and it seemed that it was impossible to avoid it by moving my body.

Junwoo hurriedly pressed the button he was holding in his right hand.

Shock!

Just before Liu Wei's sword reached, Junwoo's body disappeared.