Chapter 141

Chapter 141

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The heroes' faces froze at the menacing warning.

It was hard to believe that such sincerity was behind a warning from someone they thought was an ally.

"...What?"

In this baffling situation, the Corpse Collector let out a hollow laugh.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

A woman kept thanking Hajoon, over and over.

She had just been in the clutches of the Corpse Collector's demonic hands.

'When did he move?'

The situation was so absurd it made him laugh.

The Irregular's movement, too fast for the eye, and the strange magic he indiscriminately unleashed on friend and foe alike.

An inexplicable, overpowering magical force.

Was this guy the Irregular that he'd only heard rumors about?

'More importantly...'

The Corpse Collector looked around.

What a absurd situation.

Had his demonic hands understood the boy's warning?

After the boy spoke, the demonic hands showed no further movement.

'No, can't they move?'

The Corpse Collector's eyes narrowed.

His gaze landed on a demonic hand frozen in an odd posture.

It seemed not that they had understood the Irregular's words, but that he had forcibly stopped them.

'Even the noise inside stopped, didn't it?'

Inside the airport building, the citizens' screams strangely stopped abruptly with the arrival of the Irregular.

Only the ferocious howling of his own demonic hands could be heard.

The Corpse Collector couldn't figure out what happened, but it was clear that the arrival of the Irregular had caused some change. He looked at the Irregular tensely for a moment.

That's when it happened.

The Irregular moved.

But instead of him, it was the heroes that the Irregular approached.

He stood in front of Jang Hanjung and said,

[What are you doing?]

His voice was strange, as if not one, but many were speaking.

Yet, it wasn't eerie but rather a voice that transcended humanity and emitted an overwhelming aura.

At the sound of his voice, the heroes, overwhelmed by his presence, stepped back, except for Jang Hanjung at the forefront who calmly stood in front of the Irregular and said,

"So you're the Irregular."

He coldly looked down at Hajoon.

To that, Hajoon replied in a heavy, somber voice,

[What are you heroes doing, not evacuating the civilians?]

"Are you talking about the Association's response plan?"

His eyebrows twitched in dissatisfaction.

He looked down at Hajoon and said,

"That approach is wrong. You know that, right? They tried to catch him that way in the past and failed."

Prioritizing civilian evacuation could alert the enemy and allow him to escape.

Though it was obvious, the Association had considered this.

It was natural to prioritize the safety of civilians over potential damage during the capture.

"If you stick to that method, when will you ever catch him? Especially now, with villains running rampant across the country. We need to take the risk and capture him now."

He clenched his fists tightly.

Simultaneously emitting magic, Hajoon began to counter the Corpse Collector's power.

His words continued.

"If you're going to preach, come out and do it. Don't mistake what should be done first."

[I've heard enough excuses for the mess you've created.]

"What-?"

Thwack! Whoosh!

And Jang Hanjung's words were never completed.

Before he could finish his question, his body was suddenly flung far away, crashing into a wall.

Thud!

"Kuhuk..."

[Stay put in the corner.]

After the incident was resolved, Hajoon left the cleanup to the Association and dragged his tired body back home.

As he entered, Elaine and Irian, still with dazed expressions, were sitting on the couch watching TV and greeted Hajoon.

"Oh, brother, you're back?"

"You're back? Wow..., but did you really handle that all by yourself?"

Irian pointed at the TV as she spoke.

The live broadcast showed a news anchor discussing the Irregular, including stories about Jang Hanjung and the guild.

The news showed Jang Hanjung being carried away on a stretcher and interviews with civilians rescued at the scene.

Irian's expression crumpled as he listened to the news report.

"Tsk- really stupid. If they can't handle it, they shouldn't start something. Pathetic, really pathetic."

Tsk-tsk-tsk-

With that, Irian clicked her tongue three times in a somewhat old-fashioned manner and shook her head.

Then he turned back to Hajoon.

"That guy, the Corpse Collector. You saved him when he was getting beaten, right? Pff, pathetic."

"......"

At that, Hajoon scratched his cheek awkwardly with his usual carefree expression.

That was me doing that...

Anyway, Hajoon didn't bother to respond and simply went upstairs.

"Huh? Where are you going, brother?"

"To the second-floor bedroom."

"Ah, you must be tired. Alright, good night."

"Yeah."

With that, Hajoon gave a brief reply before entering the bedroom and lying down on the bed.

Lying on the soft bed, he stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment and thought to himself.

'This is strange...'

His activity level today was a bit high, but thanks to his magic, he hadn't moved enough to be this tired.

Considering his current stats, he had reached the realm of superhumans, so he shouldn't be this tired from today's activities.

However, amidst these thoughts, fatigue overwhelmed him, and his eyes slowly began to close.

Well, regardless of the strangeness, he was definitely tired, so Hajoon let himself succumb to the drowsiness and fell asleep.

Rustle- Rustle-

Every slight movement brought an irritating sound from the floor.

Awakened by this odd noise, Hajoon furrowed his brows and opened his eyes, his expression turning into one of annoyance at the sight before him.

"...What's this?"

The sky was red.

As if made of blood, the sky was a deep crimson.

Hajoon slowly got up to survey his surroundings, and in that moment, his pupils narrowed.

The sky was dyed blood-red, and beneath Hajoon's feet were countless bones, forming the ground that stretched beyond the horizon.

Was this what the world would look like if it had been destroyed?

'Is this a nightmare?'

Logically, it would be easier to think of it as a nightmare.

But in this scene, Hajoon felt an eerie sensation.

Although the sight was unpleasant to the eyes, there was a strange familiarity about it.

As if he had been to a world like this before.

Rustle- Crack-

At that moment, the sound of something approaching reached his ears, and Hajoon turned to look.

A woman, walking slowly toward Hajoon, stepping on the ground made of skeletons.

She had snow-white hair and a matching white robe, exuding a sense of sanctity that seemed out of place in this world.

And Hajoon recognized her face.

"Philaten."

The curse affixed to Maharazu.

Philaten.

She approached Hajoon slowly and bowed respectfully before speaking.

"I greet the new king."

"...?"

At her words, Hajoon looked at Philaten with a puzzled expression.

Hajoon, finding Philaten's changed demeanor strange, asked,

"Why have you suddenly become so formal?"

"From the moment you wielded the power of destruction, you became the new king."

"King?"

At that, Philaten slowly raised her head to look up at Hajoon.

She faced Hajoon and continued,

"There must be many things you are curious about. I shall explain as we walk."

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