Chapter 204

Chapter 204

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Chapter 204: Dreaming Dictator (2)

“Dream Car...? Can Kim Jong-un really use such words?”

As Seongbuk’s Strongest Sword, Lee Yoobin, muttered from afar while observing the situation, Songpa’s Oh Yeonhee, standing right beside her, replied with a click of her tongue.

“Get a grip and look at the sky.”

With that, she swung her sword above her head, slicing a Mercedes-Benz in half.

Crash!

The ‘Benz Rain’ summoned by Kim Jong-un began pouring down to where Seoul’s Strongest Swords were standing.

Whoosh!

The scene of vehicles weighing over 2 tons falling from the sky... no, pouring down like artillery fire, was not only astonishing but also terrifying.

“Hey, this seems dangerous.”

Gwanak’s Jo Sangik panicked as he watched Benz cars flying three at a time above his head.

“W-What on earth is happening?”

“Watch out!”

Crash, bang!

As the Benz cars crashed mercilessly into the ground, shattering into pieces, the Strongest Swords realized this was not something they could just laugh off and stiffened their expressions.

“Split them before they fall!”

Someone from the audience shouted, drawing their swords, and from then on, the Strongest Swords began showcasing their extraordinary skills by splitting the rapidly flying Benzes with their swords.

“Darn, was becoming a Strongest Sword all for surviving Benz baptisms?”

Dongdaemun’s Jang Jeongho, with a bitter laugh, clashed his sword against a Benz that came to chop off his head.

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Fortunately, it was a relief that outside Cheongdam Park, Benzes weren’t falling down elsewhere.

Of course, to the dictators visiting South Korea, this was an incredibly unpleasant situation.

「This crazy bastard is going to replace something like this with a nuclear weapon?」

Kim Il-sung frowned deeply.

Meanwhile, Kim Jong-il, with an expression of disbelief, stared blankly at his son’s ‘dream’.

「Is this really all your dream amounts to?」

At that, although Kim Jong-un wore a face of embarrassment, he didn’t just passively accept it.

「...Father, when you think about it, aren’t you not much different?」

He pointed out his father’s history of indulging in pleasure despite knowing that the people were starving to death.

「What? You little...」

Kim Jong-il and Kim Jong-un.

As the two clashed fiercely, Kim Il-sung, who was between them, erupted in anger and once again took control of the situation.

「Shut up, you bastards!」

「...!」

「Oh, Father.」

Then, Kim Il-sung turned his head to the south.

「...」

It was clear he was looking towards the rows of apartment complexes in Gangnam.

“...Don’t act up.”

Understanding Kim Il-sung’s intentions, Yeongwoo quickly pushed himself into his line of sight.

It meant not even attempting to enter the city center before breaking his own will.

But Kim Il-sung just chuckled lowly at Yeongwoo, who was now left alone.

「I still remember when you couldn’t do anything even with two arms.”

At this, Yeongwoo silently reached out his left hand and retrieved the Bastard lying on the other side.

Swish, thud!

As he did so, Kim Jong-il, still haunted by the trauma of the Bastard, trembled his eyelids.

Wasn’t it a sword that once almost slit his throat?

But Kim Il-sung no longer cared about the safety of these two ugly offspring.

「I will turn this land into a battlefield today.」

With that, he confidently took his first step towards the south.

Crash!

Under his feet, there was a loud noise, and chunks of metal shattered.

「...?」

Kim Il-sung lowered his head to look at the debris, and soon he saw it.

His grandson’s dream cars had already turned the area into a sea of Benzes.

「Oh, damn it.」

Finally losing his composure, Kim Il-sung unintentionally cursed, and in that moment, Yeongwoo, holding the Bastard in his left hand, sprang into action.

「Ugh......!」

Feeling pain beyond imagination, Kim Jong-un tightly closed his eyes along with his grandfather.

And seeing this, Kim Jong-il, instead of moving to the forefront, took a deep breath and closed his eyes firmly.

There was always something to learn from the past.

「Haa......」

Sensing that he too could become such a spectacle, he had already declared his surrender.

Although it was a choice that seemed cowardly, it was a great relief for Yeongwoo and everyone in Gangnam.

Crash!

In the meantime, Yeongwoo, who had fallen to the ground, not with his feet but with both knees and chin, was because his left foot had shattered into pieces while breaking Kim Il-sung’s finger just before.

“Ughh!”

Now, all that remained for Yeongwoo were his left arm and right foot.

But thanks to that.

【Depending on the degree of limb loss, power increases up to a maximum of 80%.】

The effect of ‘body loss’ had increased to the maximum of 80%.

‘Now, if I just cut his throat, it’s over.’

As Yeongwoo prepared to slash Kim Il-sung’s Achilles tendon, a hologram of violet color swinging a sword in that direction was visible.

Seeing this, Yeongwoo pushed forward with his only functioning right foot and slid forward as if slipping.

Crash!

Then.

Swoosh!

In an instant, he slashed the right Achilles tendon of the golden Geumgangjeo, which had approached right in front of him.

Crash!

As the blade of the Bastard cut the blue Achilles tendon, the pattern of Dogo was embroidered gorgeously along its trajectory, firmly identifying who Yeongwoo’s ‘backer’ was.

And next.

「Ah...!」

Kim Jong-un, who was occupying the body, screamed as he tilted his body, unable to stand up anymore with one ankle severed.

Crash!

Finally, Kim Jong-un buried himself in the ground covered with his own ‘dream cars’.

Kwa-aang!

As he collapsed with his body sprawled out, the Benzes wedged on the outskirts of the area jumped into the air, sparkling with their silver marks.

「Aah...」

Amidst the pain from his broken finger joints, Kim Jong-un struggled to lift one eyelid.

Then, amidst the ‘dreams’ he had invoked himself.

「Huh!」

A streak of something soaring through the air caught his attention.

“Diiieee!”

In an instant, his vision was engulfed by an enraged face.

As Kim Jong-un locked eyes with Joseon’s Strongest Sword, the Bastard impaled him on the neck.

Kwaak!

「No!!」

Startled, Kim Jong-il hastily changed the position of his head, but Yeongwoo, who had already drawn the sword, seemed to be waiting for it.

“You too, follow your son.”

「This...!」

Unable to walk properly anymore, but still able to move his other arms.

Kim Jong-il tried to grab Yeongwoo clinging to his chest, but as he did, the Bastard descended vertically once again.

Kwa-aak!

Piercing through Kim Jong-il’s neck.

“Next.”

Yeongwoo drew the sword again and called out to Kim Il-sung, who was trembling below.

Practically a death sentence.

However, as before, he closed his eyes tightly and showed no reaction.

“Surely he’s not pretending to be dead...?”

Yeongwoo leaned over to look at Kim Il-sung’s face attached to the side.

Then, disengaging from the three dictators’ grandiose bodies, he glanced around.

Perhaps it was to confirm whether his ‘friends’ were still present in this world.

‘They must have all left.’

Confirming that Yeong-tae and Tae-jun had returned to the returnee’s room, Yeongwoo looked up at the sky.

“Earth, 482-182-3273-92. Requesting artillery fire, General.”

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