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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Thump, boom!
As the battle between the Silent Dragon Unit and Eugene intensified, the tremors shook the Leviathan. The constant rumbling and periodic shaking were enough to wake even the deepest sleepers.
“My… such a commotion in the Leviathan.”
“I wonder what’s happening.”
Most of the Leviathan’s guests were awake, but that was all. Few seemed worried or eager to escape.
This was the Leviathan, a hotel renowned for its absolute protection of its guests, even during the Heroic Age when Sword Masters rampaged. Unless the Ten Great Guilds themselves were attacking, the guests felt safe.
Vellus was one such guest.
A glass of wine in one hand, a book open on the table, he leisurely turned the pages, unfazed by the occasional tremors.
He looked so relaxed, sipping his wine, that one might think he was in a different dimension altogether.
After a while, the wine bottle half-empty and several pages turned, Vellus spoke softly,
“It’s about time.”
As if finally bored, he stretched and pocketed a small bell from the table. He picked up his book and opened the door, intending to leave.
“Is something the matter, sir?”
A guard appeared as if on cue, blocking his path. But Vellus wasn’t fazed.
He replied calmly,
“I can’t sleep, so I thought I’d take a stroll.”
“A stroll… sir?”
“I’ve been staying here for quite some time, but I haven’t used any of the facilities. I thought I’d explore.”
It wasn’t a strange request. The Leviathan’s facilities were top-notch and operated around the clock. Many guests used them even at night… that is, when the hotel wasn’t on lockdown due to an intruder.
“I apologize, sir, but movement within the hotel is currently restricted. Please remain in your room for your safety until the situation is resolved.”
Despite the obvious tremors shaking the building, the guard politely requested his cooperation. Of course, if Vellus refused, the request would become an order.
“According to the regulations, guests of the Leviathan have the right to use the facilities.”
“This is an exceptional circumstance.”
“Then I have no choice.”
Vellus nodded and, holding up his book, said softly,
“But to collect compensation for breach of contract.”
The guard tried to explain that the penalty for breach of contract would be handled by the staff later, and that he should return to his room. But he never got the chance.
Crack!
“You have violated our agreement and unlawfully detained a guest. I trust you won’t find your death unjust.”
The guard crumpled like a crushed tomato, as if trampled by an invisible giant. Vellus muttered indifferently, looking at the remains, then glanced around.
“Hmm, I was a bit worried, considering the Leviathan’s reputation… but it seems my efforts haven’t been in vain.”
This was the Leviathan. Even during emergencies, guards should have swarmed him instantly. But the silence confirmed his success.
“It seems Mad Comrade and Fool Comrade are performing admirably.”
Ryu Kang-chul outside, Eugene inside… their combined chaos had created a situation where a single guest could wander the Leviathan unnoticed.
Vellus smiled coldly, recalling the layout he had memorized during his month-long stay.
“Time to enjoy my stroll.”
A high-ranking member of the Liberation Brigade. Number five among the Twelve Specters. The man known as Judgment.
Vellus, the man with braided hair, stepped over the guard’s corpse and walked leisurely towards his target.
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Thump, boom!
[Oh dear, what a mess.]
Na-kyung shuddered.
Unlike the other guests who were merely uneasy, she flinched with every tremor.
Reincarnated as a bird, her senses were far more acute, allowing her to feel things others couldn’t, like the chilling killing intent that erupted whenever the Silent Dragon Unit clashed with Eugene.
If she weren’t Na-kyung, she would have fainted long ago.
[He always abandons me at crucial moments.]
Of course, she knew that in her current state, a mere chick, she was nothing but a burden. That was why she hadn’t insisted on following Limon. But knowing that didn’t make the situation any less frustrating.
She was exhausted from being bombarded by waves of killing intent for the past hour.
[I need to grow up and become independent, seriously…]
Crunch.
[Huh?]
Na-kyung tilted her head, her sharp ears picking up a faint sound. Like a cookie crumbling, or a fruit being squashed. A small, subtle sound, yet strangely clear.
[Did the maid step on something again?]
She briefly considered the clumsy maid who cleaned Limon’s room, always dropping or breaking things.
Then she frowned. It wasn’t just because of the current situation at the Leviathan. The faint sound carried a chilling, ominous undertone, no less unsettling than the killing intent emanating from the lobby.
[Hmm… should I check it out?]
Unable to shake the uneasy feeling, Na-kyung hopped towards the door. Limon had told her to stay in the room, but she figured a quick peek wouldn’t hurt.
But the moment she teleported out of the room…
[…?!]
…she froze.
The floor was covered in blood, littered with mangled flesh, bone fragments… the once elegant hallway looked like the entrance to hell.
Snapping out of her shock, Na-kyung, a former PAB agent, calmly assessed the situation.
‘This is… the guards? Were they attacked by the intruder? But the intruder is still on the first floor…’
Examining the clothes and weapons amidst the gore, Na-kyung sensed the lingering killing intent from the lobby, confirming that Eugene was still fighting there.
She racked her brain.
‘Another intruder? If they came from outside, they couldn’t have gotten this far undetected… then from inside? An intruder disguised as a guest? How?’
The Leviathan had strict security protocols, especially after the Black Dragon Construction incident and the subsequent attacks on the affiliates.
If an intruder had managed to infiltrate…
‘From the beginning! They were here before the Black Dragon Construction attack!’
To hide within the Leviathan, the heart of the Black Dragon Clan, knowing they would be hunted down… it was madness, a suicidal act.
But it wasn’t surprising. They were Specters of the Liberation Brigade, a group of psychotic criminals.
‘But why? What are they after?’
The question wasn’t how, but why.
Why risk infiltrating the Leviathan? As she pondered, Na-kyung noticed bloody footprints leading to the elevator.
‘The penthouse!’
The elevator near Limon’s room had been configured for direct access to the penthouse, a courtesy from Li Chingwei that had inadvertently created a backdoor to the most secure location in the hotel, bypassing all security measures.
If the intruder knew about this…
‘Are they after the princess?!’
Na-kyung was horrified.
She sometimes forgot, but Li Chingwei was one of the heads of the Seven Dragons Association.
There were plenty of criminals who would target her, for her wealth or to exploit her position. And with the Leviathan in chaos and its forces occupied, Li Chingwei was practically unguarded.
If a dangerous criminal like a Liberation Brigade Specter had infiltrated the Leviathan to target her…
‘Team Leader! I have to tell Team Leader!’
[Team Leader! We have a big problem!]
Na-kyung sent an urgent telepathic message.
Fortunately, the communication item Li Chingwei had given her was top-of-the-line, capable of long-distance transmission. If Limon wasn’t too far away, he would receive it and rush back, eliminating the intruder.
…That was the plan, anyway.
[Team Leader? Hello? Team Leader?]
She clutched the ring on her ankle, sending message after message, but there was no response, like throwing stones into a bottomless pit.
‘The communication’s blocked!’
Just as she was about to look for a phone…
…
…she felt a prickling sensation on her feathers and instinctively ducked behind a nearby vase.
Ding.
The elevator doors opened, and someone stepped out.
“Hmm… I thought they would be hidden in the penthouse, given the tight security… it seems I was mistaken.”
The man with braided hair, Vellus, stepped out of the elevator, his shoes soaked in blood, yet his clothes spotless. He closed the book in his hand and muttered,
“No matter. If the top is wrong, I’ll just start from the bottom.”
Step, step.
He walked across the hallway and entered another elevator, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“This might be more entertaining than I thought.”
He looked like he was anticipating a festival.
As Vellus descended, Na-kyung, clinging to the vase, trembled. It wasn’t just the chilling killing intent emanating from him. It was his words.
‘The bottom? The Leviathan’s underground facilities?’
Na-kyung felt a chill.
The Leviathan’s basement housed a bank, a jewelry store, a casino… all prime targets for criminals. But only one thing came to mind.
[My babies!!!]
Na-kyung was horrified, thinking of the nursery where her siblings were staying.
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