Chapter 282:

Chapter 282:

“What, what are you doing! Hurry up and attack!”

As soon as they heard someone’s scream who had regained their senses, the Unleashed warriors who had been frozen in their seats moved.

At first, they were overwhelmed by the aura of the five who had appeared, but they were only five after all.

On the other hand, this side was 50, ten times more.

They were the members who specialized in combat and had been waiting for the diversion operation when the tenth layer of the world system had successfully exploded.

They had gathered only those who had confidence that they would never lose to the collectors of the association or clans. Their arrogance pierced the sky.

That’s why they quickly forgot the fact that they were scared for a moment, and they raised their murderous intent by fanning the flames of anger, feeling ashamed that they were frightened.

They grabbed their weapons and ran towards Yu-hyun.

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“They look like they have something to show, do they think they are heroes or something?”

Rather than being afraid for a moment, they sneered at the four demons who stood in line on both sides of Yu-hyun.

“Laplace. Maxwell. Descartes. Darwin.”

[Yes, master.]

[What do you wish?]

[Command us.]

[Master. Order us.]

“Wipe them all out.”

As if they had been waiting for those words.

The four demons stepped forward instead of Yu-hyun.

“What are these guys? They’ve been wearing weird masks since before. Do they think they came to a masquerade?”

“Kill them all!”

The Unleashed warriors laughed at the four demons, but the first one to move was Laplace’s demon.

[This old man is the oldest here, so let me move first.]

He said that and walked slowly towards the warriors. The ones who were confused by his leisurely steps were the Unleashed warriors.

It was clear that they were outnumbered, but they couldn’t understand how he could come so confidently.

Did he have some kind of faith?

“What are you doing! Just kill him!”

Someone shouted that and swung his sword from behind Laplace.

It was a surprise attack from an unseen place.

However, Laplace avoided the sword by lightly lowering his head as if he had read the attack.

“Huh? He dodged it?”

The opponent felt angry that his attack missed and swung his sword again and again.

Laplace avoided all the attacks with minimal movement without even looking back.

“What, what is this.”

It was rather embarrassing that he avoided all the attacks without even looking at this side.

Did he have eyes on his back?

[Hmm? Is that it? Don’t tell me, that’s all you can show me?]

The moment he faced the masked face that glanced at him, he felt an irresistible fear.

“Th-this bastard! What are you doing! Attack him all at once!”

He shouted hysterically and then his comrades ran towards Laplace with their weapons.

Laplace silently watched them.

He had ‘seen’ this scene before.

Many times, no matter what he said or did.

[You always repeat the same foolish mistakes.]

He had no choice but to show them because they didn’t realize it.

Swoosh.

Laplace drew his twin swords from his waist.

They were thin and long rapiers.

Laplace immediately stabbed the air with his sword.

“Huh?”

One of the Unleashed warriors who was running first made that sound and collapsed on the spot.

There was a hole in his forehead that he didn’t know when it was pierced.

Laplace didn’t stop moving.

He swung or stabbed his sword easily and knocked down those who were close to him.

It was strange.

His attacks were not that fast or powerful, but somehow they couldn’t avoid them.

As if he knew the future where they would dodge his attacks.

“Aaaaaah!”

Someone thought it was impossible and swung his weapon at Laplace, but he only cut empty air.

[I can see everything. Simple ambushes, your fears.]

Before he could adjust his posture, Laplace’s masked face appeared in front of him.

[And your deaths.]

“Aaaah!”

Laplace was not good at swordsmanship or physical abilities.

His greatest power was his ‘eyes’.

Seeing the future was his foundation and everything.

He saw when, where, and in which direction the opponent would swing his sword, how he would react if he attacked him, and where he would try to dodge.

Laplace saw it all.

For him, swinging his sword meant nothing more than transferring the predetermined future into reality.

[Oh my. Laplace seems to be having too much fun.]

Muttering so, Maxwell’s demon stepped forward in a gentleman’s suit.

He was surrounded by Unleashed combatants.

[I’m a gentleman, so I’ll refrain from swinging my sword.]

He said that and put away his cane. Instead, he held something that popped out of his wrists.

It was a black revolver.

The Unleashed combatants who recognized the gun scoffed at Maxwell’s demon.

Did he intend to shoot a gun at the awakened collectors? The ones who could see and dodge the bullets with their eyes?

But Maxwell’s demon didn’t care about their mockery.

[Don’t underestimate the revolver too much. This will happen.]

Bang!

His brain overloaded with the gap between his past decades of life and the current reality.

Was it all a dream until now, or is this a dream? His head was dizzy and nausea surged up.

Park Chul-gyu made a decision in an instant.

Let’s kill this guy in front of me first.

And then let’s think about it later.

It was a choice based on instinct that had no reason at all.

Park Chul-gyu immediately swung his sword.

Descartes’ demon was easily cut by the sword and split in half.

Just like he saw in his dream, or in his past.

He felt the touch clearly. This time he was definitely dead.

“Huff. Huff. It’s over now, for real.”

[Is it really over? Is that really true?]

“Huh?”

He looked at where the voice came from and saw him standing there looking at him.

Park Chul-gyu looked back and forth between the corpse on the floor and Descartes’ demon in front of him.

“What the hell, what are you! You’re dead! I killed you!”

[Really? Did you really kill me?]

“What are you talking about!”

[Let me show you the truth.]

Descartes’ demon spread his huge crow wings behind him.

The inflated wings swallowed up the world in an instant.

Seeing the world dyed black, Park Chul-gyu couldn’t come to his senses.

‘What is this! What the hell is going on! Is anyone there?!’

He wanted to scream, but no words came out. His scream only echoed in his head.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Then he heard a sound.

It sounded similar to the sound of measuring heart rate in a hospital, but it didn’t fit with this reality at all.

‘Who are you? Is anyone there? Can someone answer me?’

“Wow. Subject 34’s reaction is amazing.”

He heard a voice. Judging by the voice, it seemed to be an old man over 60 years old.

At that moment, his dark vision opened wide and Park Chul-gyu could see where he was.

‘Huh?’

It was a glass wall.

A green liquid filled with bubbles rising up was inside the glass wall.

He was trapped in there.

Beyond that wall, a scientist in a white gown looked at him with interest.

‘What is this.’

He couldn’t feel any sensation when he tried to move his body.

No, it was doubtful whether his body existed at all.

He couldn’t speak, nor could he move his arms or legs.

Even what he saw with his eyes was not perceived by his sense of sight, but by something completely different.

Park Chul-gyu was now left with only his brain.

‘What the hell is this!’

Could it be, was everything until now just a dream?

Awakening as a collector, fighting against enemies in Unleashed with a noble mission that the world did not acknowledge.

Was that all? Everything that happened until now was just a dream shown by this scientist?

All my memories were tangled in confusion.

“Oh. Subject 34 has regained consciousness. Hmm. Maybe the stimulation was too strong. This time, let’s lower the voltage to 70%. And reduce the proportion of the drug that induces happiness by half, and keep the rest as it is.”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Let’s see what kind of amazing dream he will have this time.”

The moment he heard that conversation, Park Chul-gyu’s reason could not accept reality and shattered.

Ah. I see. In the end, everything was just a dream.

Park Chul-gyu gave up on everything and closed his eyes. His consciousness drifted away from reality and sank into darkness.

[Yes. Rest well.]

Above the doctor’s head, higher than the dark ceiling of the laboratory.

Descartes’ demon used a thread to control the doctor and spoke softly to the man.

[It was all just a bad dream.]

All the warriors who rushed at Descartes’ demon lay down and fell asleep.

Never to wake up again, in a deep sleep where even dreams did not exist.

***

“This guy, he’s kind of big, huh?”

“Don’t worry. He can’t be that fast with such a large body.”

The Unleashed warriors who surrounded Darwin’s demon exchanged such conversations with slightly wary voices.

He had an inhuman physique.

His upper body was grotesquely huge, and his thick arms were long enough to touch the ground.

What about that mask on his face?

He looked dull and stupid, like a clumsy bear.

He might be strong in muscle, but his movements must be slow.

The warriors prepared to strike and retreat quickly to bring down Darwin’s demon.

Then, Darwin’s demon, who had been still, moved.

Swoosh.

“Huh?”

“What, what is that?”

Darwin’s demon lifted his arms and took a strange pose.

One foot forward, the other back.

His waist straightened, his left hand brought to his chest, and his right hand stretched out in front of him.

It was an incongruous act for his bulky body, and chills ran down the backs of the Unleashed warriors.

The pose that Darwin’s demon took was like that of

A martial artist.