Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

[Dawn Department Store (7)]

A mountain where no one sets foot even in Gyeonggi Province.

In the middle of the mountain, there was a hut that looked like it hadnt been maintained for a long time.

Inside, two men were facing each other.

I did everything as instructed. What more do you want?

Kim Kyung-won, the sub-lord of the Changhae Clan, spoke while raising his internal mana. He held a weapon in his hand, ready to respond at any moment.

Kim Kyung-won trembled.

In the Changhae Clan, all responsibility for the Bukhansan incident had been shifted onto him.

Despite being the one directly dispatched to Uijeongbu, the clan lord insisted that he should bear everything and leave.

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He had a mentally ill mother and a family to support, as well as borrowed money from the clan.

Clan Lord Gil Sung-jun had said that if he stepped down as Sublord and left the Clan, he would take responsibility for him and his familys lives.

He should just keep quiet and breathe, and when the publicity dies down, Ill arrange something else for him.

But, but, but!

What more do you want me to do?

Kim Kyung-won shouted at the man who had brought him here.

There was no way he didnt know the rumors about .

Clan Lord had asked to kill him.

I will die here!

No one dies when asked to die.

I didnt want to die like this.

Kim Kyung-won drew the weapon he had hidden behind his back and lunged at the man.

The man only stood still.

As if to say, if you can do it, do it.

Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

He hadnt become a Sublord of Changhae Clan for nothing.

He was fully confident in his abilities. He thought he had a chance against .

But he was wrong.

With just the release of internal mana, Kim Kyung-won didnt even notice the man standing still.

-What?

He was definitely stabbed.

When he turned around, the man was looking down at him.

He was looking down?

It wasnt until he fell to the ground that he realized he had been stabbed.

A message.

Noname pulled out the knife embedded in Kim Kyung-wons abdomen and spoke in a low voice.

Ill take care of the family. Dont worry about your wife in particular.

What.

Coughing up blood, Kim reached for his hand.

His hands flailed in the air.

After wiping the blood off the knife, Noname was looking down from a different position.

Thank you for your service. Goodbye.

Whatwhat

Kim Kyung-won was speechless.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself hanging from the ceiling.

Gasping for breath, with tears streaming down his face, he breathed his last.

That was the undisclosed ending of the Bukhansan incident.

Cheerful music plays.

Noname walked leisurely through the chaos.

The people passing by didnt notice his presence.

An easy job.

Terrorizing a department store on commission was nothing to him.

Gift Disorder.

A gift that diminished the perception of something, the larger the crowd, the more effective it was.

The fact that no one was looking at him was proof of that.

The henchmen waiting on each floor seemed to have been waiting for the right moment.

They were like fish out of water, but they were also fulfilling a request: to eliminate Silla Clan players who were in their way.

It would be troublesome if they enjoyed it too much.

The boy looked down at the trembling players on the ground with a contemptuous tone.

Hey, why arent you coming?

Unbelievable.

Yet, they were killed in an instant.

Noname couldnt believe what was happening in front of him.

If you dont come, Ill go?

Snap!

Faced with the childs flesh, was silent.

It shouldnt be faced head-on.

Stepping back, he manifested a Gift.

Disorder.

When he manifested his Gift, there was no one he couldnt deal with.

He might not be able to take on the Twelve, but he could certainly take on the one called The Seed.

It was a pride that came from never failing a request.

And that pride was crushed to nothing.

-Why.

Do you even recognize me!

Noname was puzzled by the boy rushing towards him.

His Gift is the ability to hinder the perception of something.

The child would surely not recognize himself with it wrapped around him.

But the boy was aware of him.

This is ridiculous.

Noname was stunned. He had never met anyone who recognized him so clearly before.

What in the world does this kid recognize me for?

The possibility that came to his mind was that the boy did not perceive who he himself was.

A cold sweat ran down my back.

He knew what that meant.

The world reflected in the boys eyes was a world where distinctions between friend and foe were nonexistent.

Its a world where there is no distinction between life and death.

No matter if it was human or monster.

If he sees it, he kills it.

It was just that.

What kind of a kid.

What kind of life did he lead to be like this at his age?

Cough!?

Youre weaker than I thought. Were you always this weak?

The boy kicked him in the abdomen as if he was looking at his liver.

Knocked back, gritted his teeth and glared at the boy.

Youre no big deal, Noname. Now I realize that the reason people dont know your name is because youre an asshole.

The boy grumbled in an unamused tone.

Noname, who had remained calm, became agitated.

He was furious, but he couldnt do anything.

He had already realized the difference in skill between himself and the boy.

Fight as hard as you can. Its a shame to just die.

No Eunha.

He spoke from a position of overwhelming strength.

Thats what makes it worthwhile for me to follow you here. I dropped everything to come here for you.

Eunha held up a hand.

It was a gesture for him to come in.

Snap!

It didnt matter. If he wanted to survive, he had to take him down.

Even if it was an impossible task.

To survive, he had to struggle.

Like all those who had died before him.

Noname gritted his teeth and lunged at him.

Eunha watched him approach, still.

Seeing how far he would squirm.

Dont think of dying easily. Ill show you that being alive is more painful than dying.

He opened his mouth to speak, staring at the insect.