Chapter 12: Club Hades (1)

Chapter 12: Club Hades (1)

Kang-hoo, upon seeing the information about the constellation contracted by Yun Sang-mi, wore a curious expression.

[Gale Sword Emperor]

[A neutral constellation. Supports the utilization of wind power in all sword-based attacks.]

Simply put, a swordsman who creates sword winds.

Not quite to the level of Aura Blades in fantasy novels, but capable of confusing opponents with wind generated alongside sword attacks.

Kang-hoo was curious because the Gale Sword Emperor constellation was not unfamiliar to him.

It was one of the ideas he had briefly considered during his days as the original author, wishing for such a constellation to exist.

Then, it was clear that his subconscious had naturally reflected it somewhere in the world.

As Kang-hoo silently observed the battlefield again, Yun Sang-mi pointed in one direction and said,

The bastard seems to be losing ground.

No. The bastard is deliberately giving space to Pyeongjeong. Its a lure.

Their assessments of the situation differed.

In truth, regardless of who won, the bad guys would be the victors.

Perhaps thats why.

The interest that had been burning at the perception of a decisive turn in the tide cooled down.

Yun Sang-mi, seemingly having the same thought, dusted off her pants and stood up, then asked Kang-hoo,

You look like a handsome vampire from a movie. So pale. Are you sick?

He always thought he looked pale, probably due to congenital mana hypersensitivity.

Im always kind of in pain.

He didnt deny it.

Even in the original story, no cure for congenital mana hypersensitivity was found until the end.

Of course, it was resolved in another way.

With Shin Kang-hoos death. More of a liberation than a resolution.

Where to now?

Daejeon Station.

Oh! Really? I was about to go there too.

Your reaction is a beat late. It doesnt seem like it was your original destination.

No, its not like that. Its close by. I had planned to go. I never expected to find a travel companion so coincidentally!

She was a unique character.

Hunters usually didnt act friendly unless there was long-established trust.

In a dangerous world, companionship or co-traveling was naturally avoided. But Yun Sang-mi was different.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.

She must be very confident in her own abilities.

If one is confident in taking care of themselves, being open-minded isnt really a problem.

Usually, people trusted others only to be backstabbed, killed, or kidnapped.

But it doesnt matter if you are powerful.

Then well take the safety bus. The station area is a concern.

Kang-hoo pointed to the Pyeongjeong hunters starting to retreat towards Osan Station, caught in the Bastards lure.

They seemed to be planning a prolonged fight, using the subway structures as cover.

A safety bus was guarded by armed hunters, including those who handled magic bullets.

The high fare guaranteed safety during travel.

Kang-hoo chose the comfortable option.

Inside the moving bus.

Yun Sang-mi, sitting next to him, fell asleep, hugging her greatsword like a teddy bear.

Her head occasionally rested on Kang-hoos shoulder, but he neither paid attention to it nor pushed her away.

The limited leisure was given.

Kang-hoo reviewed the items he had obtained from killing Kim Mok-hyun.

He had put them on but hadnt checked their compositions.

[Mollis Maniche - Gloves]

[Grade: 5th Grade]

[A one-handed mitt glove that allows you to instantly retrieve any 'recognized weapon' within 5m.]

Wanting a drink and confident in his ability to handle himself in an emergency, Kang-hoo headed to a nearby underground Fight Club with Yun Sang-mi.

The clubs name was Hades.

Club Hades, starting from the third basement level, was more crowded than he had expected.

A fight between hunters was already underway on the specially constructed stage at the center.

With the fighters names displayed on a large monitor and money amounts updating below, it appeared to be a death match.

The stakes placed on the deceased hunter would go to the winning hunter and their bettors.

Can I dance?

Do whatever.

Kang-hoo gestured indifferently.

They were only companions, not a complete party.

As she moved to the stage and got lost in dancing,

Kang-hoo ordered the cocktail he had wanted since entering the club at the special cocktail bar.

Solarkium Burst.

Oh? Youre drinking this?

Isnt it made to be drunk?

Actually, its more for show. Solarkium has a bit of a you know, taste. Heh heh.

The bartender, with striking smoky makeup and red hair, chuckled and shrugged her shoulders.

The taste of Solarkium was indeed awkward to describe outrightan adults-only kind of flavor.

Its fine. I like it.

Kang-hoo handed over 100,000 won more than the original price.

It was a tip.

In such underground fight clubs, bartenders often had useful information to sell.

But it was hit or miss.

If the bartender knew little, the information might be useless, just trivial details.

So, people often tipped without much expectation, listening to the stories as if scratching a lottery ticket.

She asked,

Were strangers, right?

Nod. A silent answer.

Im Benny.

Bennya common pseudonym, likely to be forgotten in a few days.

As Benny leaned forward to make the cocktail, following the recipe, her revealing outfit created a rather bold scene.

But Kang-hoo, surprisingly, only looked at Bennys face, as if he saw no reason to look elsewhere.

Benny let out a slightly incredulous laugh, thinking maybe he was asexual.

Anyway, it was time to earn her tip.

Theres a rumor about a dungeon entrance on the unpublicized seventh basement floor of the Fight Club. People have gone in, but none have come out.

The building clearly had only up to six basements, as indicated in the lobby and on elevator buttons.

A dungeon means rights and interests, so it wasnt a far-fetched story.

Maybe it was a secret open-type dungeon, kept hidden because it was always accessible.

Being always open, control inside the dungeon was necessary for when access needed to be restricted.

Kang-hoo was about to ask why she told him this but held back.

Bartenders tales are often bluffs or rumors. Its best to filter them.

And theres talk that Blue Moon will soon merge with Eclipse. But if that happens

Just then.

Crash! Bang!

Sounds of glasses and bottles breaking erupted simultaneously from all around.

Then, a sizable group of men in the crowd of clubbers rolled up their sleeves.

An organization with three diagonal swords as their insignia. Eclipse.

Hmm.

He roughly guessed what was happening.

This club, relatively known for moderate forces, was operated by the Blue Moon organization.