Chapter 146: Bong Me-Eon

The battlefield was a blur of destruction and terror as the little skeleton pulled with all his might, trying to drag Sung Woo-Ji's limp body through the chaos.His bony arms trembled from the effort, and his hollow sockets were filled with fear.

Each passing second felt like an eternity as the Ogres rampaged all around, their thunderous footsteps shaking the earth.

Just as the skeleton began to lose hope, a shadow descended from the sky, landing gracefully before him with an impact that sent dust swirling in every direction.

The figure was tall and imposing, her long black hair flowing behind her like a midnight curtain.

She was dressed in sleek battle gear, her eyes sharp and calculating.

She surveyed the scene with a calm that seemed out of place amidst the chaos.

Her presence, however, commanded respect and fear from both allies and enemies alike.

This was no ordinary ranker—this was Bong Me-Eon, the Class S Ranker, the only one capable of holding her own in the face of such overwhelming odds, easily like facing a little breeze.

The little skeleton's jaw dropped. seaʀᴄh thё novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"P-P-P-President Bong Me-Eon!" he stammered, his voice quivering with both awe and relief.

He immediately began jumping up and down in excitement, his tiny bones rattling as he did so.

"President Bong Me-Eon! President Bong Me-Eon! You're here!"

Bong Me-Eon looked down at the skeleton, her brows furrowing slightly as she took in the scene.

"Even my necromancer disciple was turned into this," she muttered, her voice laced with a mix of concern and frustration. Discover exclusive content at M V L

"This is really a disaster. And I'm the only Class S Ranker here who can deal with some of these creatures, but not all of them…"

The skeleton continued to hop up and down in excitement.

"Master! Master! Please, you have to save him!" he cried, pointing to the lifeless body of Sung Woo-Ji, who lay at her feet. "He's still alive! You have to save Master Woo-Ji!"

Bong Me-Eon's sharp gaze shifted to the limp form of Sung Woo-Ji.

Her expression softened just slightly, her lips forming a thin line.

She knelt down beside him, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear as she examined his condition.

"Alright," she said calmly. "But tell me, what exactly do I need to do?"

The skeleton frantically nodded, his small hands gesturing wildly as he tried to explain.

"He buried something! A Death Ball! Full of spirits! It's the only thing that can save him!"

His voice cracked with desperation.

"Master tried to hide it just in case! But I'm not sure exactly where… it's in one of the buildings nearby!"

Bong Me-Eon arched a brow, her lips twitching with mild amusement. "A Death Ball?" she repeated. "And you expect me to go digging around blindly for it?"

The skeleton nearly burst into tears as he pleaded.

"Please! Please, Master Bong Me-Eon! I don't know where exactly, but we have to find it! It's the only way to save him!"

Bong Me-Eon sighed, tapping her chin thoughtfully for a moment.

Then, with a casual flick of her wrist, she reached into her pouch and pulled out a dark orb, swirling with ethereal energy.

The moment it appeared, the little skeleton froze, his hollow eyes wide with shock.

"This?" Bong Me-Eon asked, holding the Death Ball in her hand. "Is this what you're talking about?"

The skeleton was stunned into silence, his jaw clattering in disbelief.

He stared at the orb for several long moments before suddenly snapping back to life, his excitement returning tenfold.

"YES! YES! MASTER OF MY MASTER! YES!"

He jumped around with renewed energy, hopping in circles as he pointed frantically at the orb.

"That's it! That's the Death Ball! Please, please save him!"

Bong Me-Eon's lips curved into a faint smile as she turned her attention back to Sung Woo-Ji.

Without hesitation, she pressed the Death Ball against his chest, her hand glowing with a faint, eerie light.

The orb began to pulse, its energy seeping into his body, and the air around them grew thick with a strange, otherworldly power.

The phenomenon that followed was unlike anything the skeleton had ever seen.

The sky seemed to darken, as if the sun itself had been swallowed by a shadow.

The very air around them trembled, rippling with dark energy that made the hairs on the back of Bong Me-Eon's neck stand on end.

The ground beneath them began to crack, fissures spreading outward like the roots of a tree, as the Death Ball's power surged through Sung Woo-Ji's lifeless form.

A low hum filled the air, growing louder and more intense with each passing second.

The energy from the Death Ball was no longer just contained within it—it was spreading, filling the area with a chilling, oppressive presence.

The wind howled, carrying with it the faint whispers of spirits long forgotten.

Shadows twisted and writhed, swirling around them like a dark storm.

Suddenly, Woo-Ji's body jerked, his chest rising and falling as if some unseen force was pulling him back to life.

His fingers twitched, his limbs shaking as if he was struggling against invisible chains.

His face contorted with pain, his eyes fluttering open for a brief moment before falling shut again.

Bong Me-Eon's expression remained calm, though there was a flicker of concern in her eyes.

"Stay with me, Woo-Ji," she murmured, pressing the orb harder against his chest.

The energy continued to flow, and Woo-Ji's body responded in kind.

His breathing became more regular, though shallow, and a faint glow began to spread across his skin.

The little skeleton was hopping frantically beside them, watching the scene with wide-eyed amazement.

"Master! Master's coming back! He's coming back!" he cried, his voice a mixture of joy and relief.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sung Woo-Ji let out a weak cough.

His eyes opened slowly, glassy and unfocused, but alive.

Bong Me-Eon let out a quiet sigh of relief, pulling the Death Ball away and stowing it back in her pouch.

"Woo-Ji," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. "Can you hear me?"

Sung Woo-Ji blinked, his gaze drifting upward to meet hers.

He was pale, his body still weak from the ordeal, but his eyes held a flicker of recognition.

He tried to speak, but his voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

"Master…" he muttered weakly, his hand trembling as he pointed toward the Draconic Domain Graveyard in the distance. "Please… don't let the thing out."

Bong Me-Eon frowned, following his gaze to the towering, bone-chilling graveyard. "Why?" she asked, her voice sharp with concern. "What's inside there?"

But Woo-Ji didn't answer. His body went limp, and he lost consciousness once again, leaving Bong Me-Eon with more questions than answers.

She glanced back at the graveyard, her brows furrowed in thought, before turning her attention to the little skeleton, who was still bouncing with excitement.

"We'll figure it out," she said quietly, her eyes dark with determination. "But first, we need to get him to safety."

The little skeleton nodded frantically, his bony hands clasped together in gratitude. "Thank you, President Bong Me-Eon! Thank you! Thank you!"

With a final glance at the ominous graveyard in the distance, Bong Me-Eon lifted Sung Woo-Ji's limp body into her arms.

The battle still raged around them, but she was calm, her mind already working through the next steps.

This was only the beginning.