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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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KABOOM!
While Limon was busy uniting the Black Dragon Clan and Ryu Kang-chul’s clones through shared terror, the Leviathan trembled.
A fierce battle raged between the frenzied blonde woman, Eugene, and the Silent Dragon Unit.
“Ahahahahahaha!”
A cheerful laugh echoed through the lobby as a heavy guitar swung through the air. An instrument that should have shattered under its own weight, now wielded like a devastating weapon.
KABOOM!
Marble floors exploded, reinforced concrete pillars snapped like twigs, and debris flew everywhere.
Eugene was a human hurricane, a disaster that destroyed everything in its path.
Despite facing such a force, the thirty-two members of the Silent Dragon Unit remained unfazed.
They retreated when she advanced, scattered when she attacked, and circled when she paused, maintaining a safe distance and observing her with cold eyes.
“Tag? Am I it? Okay! I’ll tag you!”
Though annoyed by their evasive tactics, Eugene grinned, finding the chase amusing.
She adjusted her grip on the guitar and, instead of swinging it sideways, scooped up a head-sized chunk of marble from the floor and launched it like a golf ball.
KABOOM!!
The marble exploded on impact, its fragments scattering like shrapnel, a force capable of wiping out dozens of players. But they were the Silent Dragon Unit.
Whoosh!
They deflected the fragments with their swords, caught them barehanded, or dispersed them with flicks of their sleeves, emerging unscathed.
It was a perfect defense, only possible for master-level experts, the strongest warriors of the Black Dragon Clan.
“Nice block! One more!”
Bang! Bang, bang, bang!
While they were busy deflecting the fragments, Eugene seized the opportunity and swung her guitar relentlessly, sending a barrage of projectiles their way, marble shards, concrete chunks, even statues and decorations.
Anything heavy and solid became ammunition.
It was a hail of debris, as relentless as a machine gun, forcing the Silent Dragon Unit to constantly defend. And then, an opening appeared.
“Gotcha!”
Flash!
The moment a unit member stumbled, his shoulder grazed by a stray fragment, Eugene pounced.
The targeted warrior tried to retreat, but she was already upon him, her guitar raised high.
KABOOM!
The guitar slammed down like an axe, creating a crater in the floor. It was a devastating blow, powered by monstrous strength, capable of shattering even a superhuman.
…
“Huh? Where’d he go?”
But when Eugene lifted her guitar, there was no body beneath it, only a wisp of black smoke dissipating into the air. As she blinked in surprise, the Silent Dragon Unit swarmed her.
Whirr!
Two chakrams, whirling with deadly intent, flew towards her, zig-zagging like living creatures. Eugene deflected them with her guitar, but it was a mistake.
The momentary lapse in her defense allowed a blast of psionic energy, refined through the Seventy-Two Martial Skills, to pierce her abdomen. It was a crippling blow, enough to incapacitate even a high-level player.
Thud!
But the Silent Dragon Unit didn’t stop. A sword emerged from the floor, piercing her foot. The returning chakrams sliced her tendons.
A massive greatsword grazed her neck. A psionic-infused punch set her blood on fire.
A poisoned needle pierced her heart.
It was a slaughter, a brutal assault aimed not just at killing, but at dismantling her, bone by bone, piece by piece.
KABOOM!!!
But the next moment, a deafening roar echoed through the lobby as the Silent Dragon Unit members were sent flying.
“Wow… exhilarating!”
Her neck was half-severed, her entrails spilling out, blood steaming from her wounds, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
She looked like she should be dead several times over. But Eugene, unfazed, slammed her guitar into the floor, repelling the unit members who had tried to pin her down, and then charged, swinging her guitar wildly.
Bang! Crash!
There was no finesse in her movements, only the brutal efficiency of a beast accustomed to crushing skulls and mangling flesh. But her monstrous strength and speed overwhelmed the warriors, driving them back like a lion mauling gladiators.
Just as she was about to finish off a unit member, his arm broken from blocking her attack…
…
“What the…?!”
Thwack!!!
A black mist enveloped the warrior, and a wrinkled hand emerged, striking Eugene in the chest.
The force of the blow sent her flying across the lobby, crashing into the opposite wall.
She staggered to her feet, her broken neck snapping back into place with a sickening crack, and puffed out her cheeks.
“Old man, that’s cheating.”
“You flatter me.”
“…That wasn’t a compliment.”
“Being called a cheater is a compliment for the Black Dragon Clan.”
“Crazy bastards.”
Eugene shook her head at Yo Ouin, the elderly man who emerged from the black mist, as if confirming her belief that the Seven Dragons Association was beyond reason.
Then her eyes lit up as she noticed the mist surrounding him.
“What’s that trick?”
“The result of diligent training in the Seventy-Two Martial Skills, developed by our great ancestors.”
“You can do that with psionics? Amazing.”
“You’re the amazing one.”
Yo Ouin couldn’t help but be taken aback by her words.
Whether it was amazing or incomprehensible, Eugene’s abilities far surpassed his Black Heaven Dark Soul Style.
“Why won’t you die?”
He had landed fatal blows, mutilated her countless times, yet she not only shrugged off the damage but regenerated completely in the time it took to exchange a few words.
Yo Ouin clicked his tongue.
Eugene wiggled her fingers at him.
“Old man, it’s rude to ask a lady her secrets.”
“A Unique Skill, I presume.”
“Huh? Who told you?”
Eugene blinked in surprise.
Yo Ouin replied calmly,
“I didn’t need to be told. You wouldn’t be hiding it if it were a common skill.”
His deduction was based on her abnormal abilities.
Strength, speed, regeneration, durability… Possessing all of them at such a superhuman level was practically impossible, even for a high-level player, unless they had a Unique Skill, a power akin to a miracle.
“And it’s well known that there’s a Unique Skill called ‘Immortal Body’ .”
“Do I look like the Immortal Grand Duke?”
“Not particularly. But just because there’s only one ‘Immortal Body’ user doesn’t mean there aren’t other Unique Skills with similar effects.”
Yo Ouin paused, looking at Eugene with intense eyes, and added,
“Or perhaps, an even stronger, superior Unique Skill.”
“The only thing above a Unique Skill is an Absolute Skill.”
“Indeed. Which means your Unique Skill must have a weakness. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“……”
Eugene fell silent.
Yo Ouin smiled coldly.
The Immortal Grand Duke was known for his immortality, but even he couldn’t withstand the combined assault of the Silent Dragon Unit, each member comparable to a Level 80 player.
There were ways to subdue even an unkillable opponent, especially for Yo Ouin, a master-level expert commanding them. And yet, Eugene had been fighting them to a standstill for several minutes.
It was impossible, even for a Grand Duke-level player with a Level 90+ immortality Unique Skill.
There were two possible explanations.
Eugene’s skill was a cheat-level ability, close to an Absolute Skill, and it had a critical weakness.
If it didn’t, she would have already reached Level 100 and joined the ranks of the Ten Monarchs.
“I don’t know what your weakness is… but it doesn’t matter.”
As the general manager of the Leviathan, and more importantly, as the leader of the Black Dragon Clan, Yo Ouin continued quietly,
“I’ll simply find it.”
He would find her weakness, no matter how long it took, even if it meant hours, days, or months. And once he did, that would be the end of her immortal rampage.
“Ahahahaha!”
Eugene burst into laughter, seemingly amused by his declaration. She gave him a thumbs-up.
“Good, old man! That’s awesome!”
“Do you find my words amusing?”
“I know you’re serious. That’s why it’s awesome!”
Eugene grinned, unfazed by his thinly veiled threat.
“Games are only fun when you risk your life, right?”
She spoke with genuine excitement, as if the act of fighting itself, regardless of the outcome, was the source of her joy.
Looking at her, Yo Ouin understood.
She was a Specter of the Liberation Brigade, one of the craziest among a group of madmen.
“Very well. Then I shall grant you the most agonizing death imaginable.”
“Oh, that’s a problem.”
Eugene’s face fell, as if she had a scheduling conflict.
She then cheerfully explained why she had to kill him, the Silent Dragon Unit, and everyone else in the Leviathan.
“I have a concert tour planned with my partner.”
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