Chapter 301: Gold Rush (5)

There was a saying, “immune to all poisons.”

It’s mainly used in martial arts novels, referring to a state where one developed resistance to all poisons and no poison could affect them.

The poisons used in the world of supernatural abilities, those utilized through magical power, were slightly different.

Fundamentally, supernatural abilities were based on the premise that one’s ability affected the opponent’s ability, and the opponent, even unconsciously, tried to resist that ability.

If it’s an ability that was ‘not recognized’ at all, the resistance was weaker.

To counter an opponent’s ability solely with instinct and the body’s basic defense mechanisms, one’s ego must be incredibly strong.

There must be a belief, almost like faith, that no poison could affect them under any circumstances.

However, if there existed a being who could disregard such things, it was naturally because their basic magical power was at an EX level, nullifying the opponent’s abilities through mere survival instincts.

That being was Yumir.

Yumir’s magical power was so strong that no poison used by the opponent could affect her.

Unless Yumir herself recognized that she was ‘affected’ by the poison, she remained unaffected by it.

Therefore.

“No, this is impossible...! How can a woman always be in a state of heat?!”

‘That’s not it.’

Rasputin, trembling violently, pointed angrily at Yumir, but Yumir just shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, standing relaxed.

[Well, I understand your poison. You scatter it around. Probably, those behind you are all resistant to the poison. Or, they’ve been poisoned once before, or have directly accepted the poison.]

“This, this...!”

Ability users became genuinely flustered in two situations.

One was when their ability didn’t work at all.

The other was when their ability was completely understood by the opponent.

[These ability users who came along on this mission, all of them have been directly infused with your magical power using those tentacles, right? So only the Russians have developed resistance.]

“......!”

[From the beginning, you intended to betray China. You couldn’t trust each other and were planning to betray them after crossing the Amnok River, weren’t you?]

“......There was a spy.”

Rasputin’s tentacles tremble.

“Yes! There was a spy! Information leaked out! That’s why you appeared! Bringing the antidote, you great scoundrels!”

Her face contorted rapidly as she started answering her own questions about the current situation.

“If it wasn’t for that, how could you be standing here like this!”

Rasputin naturally thought so because she didn’t realize that Yumir figured out all their plans and the situation just by ‘intuition’ based on circumstances.

Deducing the correct answer just by observing the situation on the ground is really impossible.

As Rasputin said, it’s more convincing that we got the information through an internal spy, developed resistance to the poison, and came to this place.

“But, you wouldn’t have known this!”

Rasputin’s tentacles started to wriggle.

The tentacles, which had multiple barrels like a Gatling gun, repeatedly contracted and expanded, transforming into a single giant pillar in an instant.

[Ugh, do you have to shape it like that?]

Yumir takes a step back in disgust at the sight of Rasputin’s giant tentacle.

‘It’s a form intended to shake her mental state.’

It was only natural for Yumir to step back in disgust.

The shape was so intimidating that neither women nor men would dare to attack the tentacle or think of ‘receiving’ what it ejected.

While a cannonball from a fish-head rocket could be blocked with a shield, avoiding the white, sticky liquid from a turtle-head rocket is the best course of action.

“Increase sensitivity by 100 times!!”

Fwoosh!!

Yumir asked.

She was curious if I was giving Cheonma to Taejo by throwing her in that state.

She looked puzzled, as if wondering why I wouldn’t just take Cheonma myself, but I shook my head firmly.

[Cheonma can’t ride a unicorn.]

[...Ugh.]

Yumir’s eyes narrowed momentarily.

[Are you that kind of person?]

[Just think of it that way. I’ll explain in detail later.]

It seemed like I was implying that I despised those who couldn’t ride unicorns, but it was better than explaining everything in detail.

The important thing was dealing with Rasputin.

“Heh, hehehe! Yes, you two! You must have a relationship, huh?! The fact that Platinum Sun keeps getting poisoned, it was you!”

Rasputin, whose eyes were filled with madness, aimed the tentacle cannon at me.

Inside the split muzzle, the white magical power was swelling, aiming straight at me.

“Don’t interfere with my missionᅳᅳᅳ!”

Fwoosh!!

A massive amount of white mana was fired at us.

Without even having time to dodge, Yumir faced the rapid barrage that spread in all directions, covering the entire cave.

[Tsk.]

[I’ll block it.]

Yumir extended her hand forward, creating a golden hemisphere.

The golden shield, spread like an umbrella, blocked the barrage, and the white mana scattered to the sides of the shield.

[She’s really an unpleasant type to deal with.]

[She deliberately takes that form to erode the human spirit.]

I lightly tapped Yumir’s back.

[Are you okay? You’re not just holding on, right?]

I wondered if she was actually poisoned but enduring it with willpower.

[Yes. It seemed like it was trying to enter through my breath, but I immediately blocked it with my mana.]

[That’s a relief.]

I was momentarily worried, but it seemed Yumir was indeed fine.

[Well, it’s true I’m addicted to someone.]

[.......]

I lightly tapped Yumir’s shoulder from behind and extended the Dragon Killer forward.

[I won’t kill you, so don’t worry. But...]

Click.

[For some people, it might hurt as much as dying.]

I aimed the Dragon Killer’s blade precisely at Rasputin, pulling the trigger connected to the handle.

Bang!

Three blades flew forward, slicing through the barrage and heading straight for the inside of Rasputin’s tentacle cannon.

And then.

Thud!

The Dragon Killer pierced right through the center of Rasputin’s tentacle cannon, which had split apart.