Chapter 170 – Molang Fantasy (8)
[Chapter 9 – Section 4] I’ll Smash You!
“So Un-hyeon believer. The very existence of someone like you makes even the word ‘miracle’ feel insufficient.”
“Miracle… Calling a miracle in front of a god is extremely rude.”
“Oh my! This is the Holy Roman Empire. We don’t believe in any other gods.”
The witch Ranuvel the 7th observed the ‘Blood God So Un-hyeon,’ who had borrowed Kang Moon-soo’s body, with great interest.
The incarnation of evil that appears in the world of the martial arts novel <Is This Heavenly Demon for Real?>.
She had already finished her investigation, but meeting him in person exceeded her expectations.
“I meant don’t dismiss results that follow providence as miracles. That’s not faith—it’s tyranny.”
And it was dangerous.
“Being scolded with proper logic is a first since I became a cardinal.”
“Let me warn you in advance so you won’t be disappointed. If you try the same habit of deceiving naïve rookies who know nothing on me, you won’t enjoy it going forward either.”
“This isn’t a habit—it’s a witch’s nature.”
“Have you forgotten the history of witches being persecuted for looking down on the world?”
“Oh my! Where’s a witch here? There’s only a devout cardinal and a rude believer.”
It was chilling.
The conversation flowed without hesitation, as if they were long-time friends. Was this even possible without knowing anything about each other?
Blood God So Un-hyeon.
A god born from the settings of a dream.
But not every god can escape their dream like that.
‘I learned something new.’
Ranuvel the 7th was slightly surprised that there were still things to learn at her age.
“Black tea… I never had the chance to drink it before, so I didn’t know, but I like it. Fermenting green tea and adding sugar gives this flavor… Now I understand why the Westerners went so crazy they started the Opium Wars over it.”
“Did you get that knowledge from Kang Moon-soo believer?”
“That guy has no interest in black tea. He knows the price of convenience store black tea, though.”
“Then…?”
“Mao Zhai.”
“Pardon?”
“I took it.”
“……”
Seeing him sip black tea casually while saying that sent a shiver down her spine.
Interfering with someone else’s soul to steal memories and knowledge…
In theory it was possible, but it was so difficult it lacked practicality.
But if it’s a god?
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s strange. For someone like you, wouldn’t taking over a body be simple?”
“Deceiving those who trust you is something only ghosts do. If I had to classify myself, I’d be a benevolent god.”
“You?”
A benevolent god? The sheer audacity was so absurd that…
“You blindly believe in the world setting. You call it a dream with your mouth.”
“……”
She’d been had!
“I suppose it’s only right in the martial world to share one piece of knowledge in return. Ranuvel the 10th. If you don’t start preparing countermeasures right now, she will definitely die.”
“Nonsense.”
She denied it immediately. She was the witch who had inherited the name ‘Ranuvel.’
It was harder than a monkey falling out of a tree and dying.
Impossible.
“From the moment I turned a blind eye to this guy’s antics, I already expected witches to be enemies. Is it still fine if one or two more die?”
“So Un-hyeon believer…”
“If I misunderstood, my apologies. A god making a mistake—how embarrassing. Hahaha!”
“……”
Humans die easily. But there are humans who must absolutely not be killed.
“I enjoyed the black tea. If you pack some for me later, I’d be grateful. This guy doesn’t drink it, but I’ve enjoyed tea since I was human.”
The Blood God So Un-hyeon, who only borrowed the body while Kang Moon-soo was inside the dream, never spoke carelessly.
He enjoyed the black tea.
‘That means he’s already obtained all the information he needs right now.’
Pack some black tea.
‘Is this a nudge to decide before it’s too late?’
Kang Moon-soo doesn’t drink it.
‘He’s reassuring me that Kang Moon-soo can’t hear our conversation…’
Since I was human.
‘That means he’s choosing to converse not as an impeccable god, but as a human.’
It was a concession.
Though somewhat humiliating, she also thought there was no helping it when the opponent was a god who used his head instead of brute force.
“…You have a human side after all? If you’d like, I’ll pack some for you.”
“Oh! Thank you. Taking care of this frustrating guy makes my mouth go dry often.”
“You must have it rough.”
“Honestly, it’s tough. Raising a kid without parents.”
“Maybe new ones will come along. A new family too.”
“A new family… Black tea alone won’t cut it for that.”
“Even though it’s not ordinary black tea?”
“Even the rare black tea only the imperial family drinks—if you don’t know how to appreciate it, it’s worse than the iced coffee sold in front of schools. People prefer familiar tastes.”
“That’s… true.”
With just one slip of the tongue, the initiative had completely shifted to the Blood God So Un-hyeon.
Looking like a fool being dragged along!
This was no attitude for Promessia Constantine, the cardinal whom even the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire wouldn’t dare disregard, but from the moment it was exposed that she had acknowledged the other as a god, she was thoroughly caught.
“Ugh! This guy… He only pays lip service to respect and shows zero consideration.”
So Un-hyeon, who had maintained his composure throughout the conversation, furrowed his brow.
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
This was pure curiosity.
“You’ll naturally come to understand once you’re ready to ascend to godhood. A benevolent god isn’t determined by the reputation among mortals. Even if you slaughter mortals like livestock for no reason, it doesn’t affect you at all.”
“An interesting perspective.”
She pretended to be uninterested, but she wasn’t confident she was handling it well.
“Honesty. That’s all it takes.”
“Indeed…”
Though it varies slightly by religion, gods may test humans, but they don’t stoop to pathetic lies or deception.
Judgment, salvation, warnings, prophecies…
And whatever they declare, they keep without regard for human opinions.
“I couldn’t keep my word to dye the Central Plains red with blood due to fierce resistance, but I poured even my soul into trying to do so. That’s more than enough qualification to be a benevolent god.”
“How amusing.”
It was enough to naturally recall her childhood, when everything the previous Ranuvel told her had seemed only wondrous and mysterious.
“By the way… Aren’t you busy? Drinking black tea with me like this?”
“Oh my! You didn’t know? Among the cardinals, I’m the one with the most free time.”
“A job fit for serving a god.”
“Want to try working?”
“No matter how much I like it, the Holy Roman Empire already has a god called P. Even from a human perspective, it’s impossible.”
“What a shame.”
Meaning she couldn’t persuade Kang Moon-soo to live in this land.
“But that’s just my personal opinion. That guy might be different from me.”
“He doesn’t drink black tea, though?”
“This country bigger than the Central Plains doesn’t only have black tea, does it?”
“For example?”
As she naturally prompted him, So Un-hyeon tossed out casually,
“The protagonist.”
“Pardon?”
“Or should I call him P?”
“……”
She never should have invited him.
***
“Hahaha! Yes! This is it! This thrill! This is exactly what I wanted…!”
[Killed 10 heroes.]
[Disarmed 10,000 traps.]
[Raped 1,000 royals.]
[Conquered 100 labyrinths.]
……
The labyrinth he had been trapped in after being betrayed by his comrades in life, unable to conquer it before death.
Over the long years, the traces of the betrayers had vanished, but this specter’s wish wasn’t revenge—it was the challenge itself.
Are you satisfied?
“Oh! Not yet. Now it’s time for dessert.”
“Eek?!”
The user who had come to the labyrinth with friends and met disaster turned pale.
Handsome boyfriend: dead!
Boyfriend’s male friend A: dead!
Boyfriend’s male friend B: dead!
She had survived, but not because of luck. It was thanks to the beauty customization system in the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy>.
She had caught the specter’s fancy.
“Please spare me! I’ll give you money! Equipment too!”
Users revive at the nearest temple upon death, but their possessed items and levels don’t.
Of course, there’s a ‘security system’ to protect valuable items and levels, but it requires real-world money. The better the items and the higher the level, the more money it costs…
So, according to the convenience store owner’s explanation, commoners with limited capital are forced to choose around level 300.
“That’s only natural.”
“Eek?!”
Reduce real-life living expenses and invest in the game avatar. If you get strong enough not to die, you don’t need the security system anyway?
…That’s the logic, but if you run into an overwhelmingly high-level powerhouse you can’t beat even with investment, there’s nothing you can do.
“Heh heh. It’s been a while—”
Pop!
But he disappeared.
“…Damn it.”
The free escape system provided in the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy>.
When buried alive or trapped under a collapsing building, it instantly teleports you to the nearest city’s temple.
Cooldown: a full day!
You can protect your level, but since it leaves you with only your underwear and drops all your items, it’s a last-resort measure that can’t be abused.
“Still… heh heh.”
The specter who had taken over my body set aside his regret and turned his gaze to the beautiful woman he had kidnapped to use as a comrade (slave).
“Beast of a man.”
“Say whatever you want.”
Unlike users protected by all sorts of systems, the game’s residents had no way to escape in a crisis.
The same went for me.
I had no choice but to helplessly watch as the specter possessing my body committed unethical acts.
‘She didn’t know this part.’
The reason the imperial princess had cleanly given up even after hearing about the Necromancer’s efficiency.
While the specter had conquered several labyrinths using my body, in the process he had relentlessly committed atrocities that Song Sun-young must never find out about.
“I will definitely get revenge…”
“That would be difficult. It wasn’t me who did those things.”
“Shameless bastard! What you did to my body…”
“That specter has been exorcised. Whether you believe it or not won’t change anything.”
“What…?”
After expelling the specter—who had lost a considerable amount of achievements and weakened—I first changed out of the delinquent outfit I’d been stuck in.
Let’s be honest and reflect.
This was the hammer of justice brought down on me, someone who only thought about growing easily through aptitude and class.
(Pathetic junior. Murder, arson, rape, kidnapping, theft. You’ve committed every sin a human can commit, evenly across the board.)
“Ugh…”
It would’ve been great if the great senior had exorcised him before the specter could run wild…
(Look back at your recent actions. You almost killed your girlfriend on the highway because you were trying to make easy money with your aptitude. Did that incident make you change?)
“……”
I had nothing to say.
(People safely pass over mistakes and wrongs and just forget them. That’s why I left it alone. Every time you see your misdeeds preserved on the internet, reflect and restrain yourself.)
“Uwaaa…”
The senior is evil! An evil god!
(Hey! Junior. No matter how much panic disorder hits you, don’t cross the line. I am distinctly a benevolent god.)
“I want to die…”
The Necromancer is trash class that ruins people’s lives.
(But don’t go killing yourself.)
“……”
My life is over.
(Be grateful, at least this time, that you’re an Olympic star.)
Why?
(The imperial princess is already moving. She’s spreading the narrative that this is slander from someone who lost big money on sports betting because of you and holds a grudge.)
“Ah…”
(Olympic national team member Kang Moon-soo in fact doesn’t even have an account in the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy>, let alone an avatar. There will be trackers after the bounty placed by people who resent you, but still.)
“I’m alive?”
The feeling of barely crawling back to the real world from a hopeless hell!
However, I no longer had the stomach to lend my body to another specter.
(Now it’s time to raise your level properly.)
“What…”
Starting from the Ghost Fairy King and going through various specters of different dispositions, I had only sucked up achievements at an excessive rate.
[Title] Son of the Dragon King (B)
[Level] 360
[Class] Perfectly Molang Greedy Necromancer (6th Job)
[Achievements] 973017
[Aptitude] Priest
The specters possessing my body had killed users and monsters to raise the level quite a bit, but they weren’t aggressive enough to call it proper hunting. More like catching whatever they happened to see on the way?
Considering that the convenience store owner—who had completed 6th Job Advancement—was level 634, the balance was way off.
“Senior.”
(Just wait a little. The imperial princess is busy cleaning up your mess.)
Yes.
I didn’t pay it much mind. Anyway, even if I wanted to get out of this labyrinth quickly, it would take quite some time.
“Want to come along?”
“……”
“If not, suit yourself.”
Leaving the beauty—who still eyed me warily—behind, I headed toward the exit.
But then…
“The bastard impersonating our nation’s pride, Kang Moon-soo the athlete—come out right now! I know you’re here!”
“……”
No way…?
“The leader of the world-ranked No. 4 Convenience Store Guild, Jang Gil-dong, is going to smash you to pieces!”
“For real…”
A very young version of the convenience store owner blocked my path.
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