Chapter 595 – Encounter (2)
The feeling of loss of losing something precious overnight is indescribable.
Especially if it means my whole life.
For Jincheon, martial arts was like that.
A path that I have honed throughout my life, from childhood until now, but still has no end in sight.
The despair she felt when her arms were lost by an unknown being summoned by Kim Do-jin also stemmed from there.
It didn’t matter that there were so many things I could no longer do because my arms were gone.
There is only one thought in his head.
‘I can no longer learn martial arts.’
The fact that he could never punch again like before remained in his mind and tormented him.
‘If I even lose my martial arts, what kind of existence am I…’
Born in a small village in Sichuan, China, he was separated from his parents by a police officer when he was seven years old.
Just for the small reason of showing martial arts talent in a small dojo.
From then on, he survived day by day, receiving harsh training, horrendous treatment, and indoctrination that bordered on brainwashing.
To somehow survive, to follow his parents’ desperate cry to him as they were led away by the police.
At that time, he hated his own talent.
‘If I didn’t have talent…’
I wouldn’t have had to separate from my parents, and I wouldn’t have had to try to survive in this miserable pigsty.
Those thoughts became deeper when I encountered a boy.
– Haha! Look, isn’t this amazing?! “This child is a treasure to the country, a treasure!”
I realized this when I saw a boy of similar age standing proudly receiving praise from high-ranking people whom he could not dare to look at.
His real sin was not simply that he had talent, but that he had ‘mediocre’ talent.
That is why the boy with ‘brilliant’ talent became a treasure, and he became nothing more than a ‘weapon’ that could only be used roughly.
I was jealous.
It’s so unbearable.
Then a voice whispered in his ear.
-“Be constantly jealous. And take it away.”
It happened to him too.
A weapon that will not be inferior even to a boy with brilliant talent.
The power to make yourself complete by filling your own shortcomings with others.
Through this, he continued to grow.
As a seeker who worships martial arts.
As an ugly jealous usurper in front of those who show a glimpse of brilliant talent.
It was a martial art that was honed like that.
The strength gained by punching thousands and tens of thousands of times from the beginning to the end of the day.
The power gained by ruthlessly picking and trampling countless unbloomed flowers.
That’s why he was shaken.
‘If that prosthetic arm is indeed what that woman said…’
If it really has senses and is no different from a real arm that moves according to one’s will.
The lost martial arts are returned to me once again.
No, maybe it will become even stronger.
“If you don’t believe it, just try it. “It’s not too late to make a decision later, right?”
Sweet temptation leads the body.
I drag my legs, which have lost all fat and muscle and become thin, and reach in front of the case containing the prosthetic arm and lower my upper body.
Then, the cross-section of the silver prosthetic hand stuck to his cleanly cut shoulder.
Phew!
“Kuhuhuh… !”
Jincheon lets out a painful breath at the feeling of cold metal digging into his skin without hesitation.
I feel it.
Senses that were not felt below the shoulders.
“Oh, this can’t be right…” .”
A vivid sensation flows through my arm, as if I have regained my original arm.
I feel it.
The feeling of the cold floor touching the palm of your hand.
Even the subtlest sensations, such as the flow of cool air flowing around, are all vivid.
Even more than if I had real arms.
But we don’t know yet.
It may feel good, but if your arm doesn’t move according to your will, it’s ultimately useless.
He raised her body and asked her in a slightly more polite tone.
“… “I want to move my body for a while.”
She willingly accepted this.
“As much as you want. “I cannot leave your seat for you, so please understand.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
I think it was okay around that point.
He didn’t intend to practice martial arts in earnest anyway.
“Whoa.”
I take the plunge ceremony with a trembling heart.
And then he punches lightly.
Huh!
Boom!
A fist that spreads out quickly through the air and explodes with force at the end.
Jincheon’s eyes widened as if torn when he saw this.
“How… ?”
A light punch without any magic power can contain this kind of power?
Han Joo-hee continues her explanation to the surprised man.
“We increased the magic attribute output as much as possible to match the prosthetic hand of an S-class hunter. “I don’t know, but it could be at least twice as strong as a real arm.”
“Is it…”
With just one punch, he felt immense joy.
Martial arts are back.
No, I came back stronger.
My confidence, which had plummeted to rock bottom, rises rapidly.
‘With this fist, I might be able to compete with the summoned beast he summoned.’
Although it was a huge being, it was not something that could not be dealt with.
It is not a defect in existence itself, but a structural weakness that appears when summoned by human hands.
It was still great, but it seemed like it could compete well in its current state.
That’s why I was curious.
No matter how weak my body is, they obediently give me this arm.
So he asked her.
“… Have you ever thought that I might hurt you both with these arms?”
She answered with a smile.
“We put some safety measures in place. “I don’t want anyone to die from being hit by something they made.”
His face stiffened slightly.
“What if it’s a device?”
“If the direction of the fist is towards me or Kim Do-jin, the output is forcibly limited.”
“…”
“For your information, that restriction can never be lifted except by me or Kim Do-jin.”
Jincheon’s face rotted when he heard this.
That means he can no longer cause any harm to the two people.
“… “Wearing a prosthetic hand was a trap.”
The two people knew.
The moment you wear your prosthetic hand and get a taste of it, you will never be able to take it off.
And the aim was right on target.
It would have been better if he had not known, but now that he knew, he had no choice but to accept this arm.
So all he can do now is ask questions.
“… Kim Do-jin has been an enemy who has interfered with our work on numerous occasions.”
“Yes, I know.”
“And yet you still believe it? If you make a mistake, you could also end up in the wrong.”
“That is.”
It was a problem she also worried about.
Is it perfect to mediate between Kim Do-jin and the organization?
Then she saw.
At the end of the plan, his eyes are full of desire to push away the organization and take everything to himself.
That’s enough.
As long as I can reach the end, it doesn’t matter what anyone does after that.
“He is a trustworthy person. “Once he holds your hand, he will never let go.”
Of course, the one holding hands is not the organization, but yourself.
“I guarantee it.”
Hiding this, she finished her sentence.
* * *
The plan went as expected.
From the moment we created a prosthetic hand that was better than a real arm, it was actually game over.
How do you know?
If it were me, I would have done the same.
In a situation where you lost both arms while practicing swordsmanship all your life, is there a prosthetic arm that looks more real than the real thing?
How can I tolerate this?
Moreover, isn’t the situation situational?
A chance to get rid of the enemies that were in your way and increase your powerful allies.
Is there someone there who can vouch for your identity?
He must have thought.
It will never be a loss for you.
Well, that may be true.
“… At least for now.”
After completing the discussion, Jincheon was released as is.
And within a few days, news articles poured in.
【The villain who escaped from prison died after a fierce fight during the arrest.】
A battle broke out after chasing the escaped villain, and he died in the process.
This was the cleanest way.
Since we can’t imprison Jincheon again, it would be better in many ways to disguise him as dead and release him.
Thanks to this, the Department of Homeland Security, which had been on the verge of ruin, regained some of its status.
It’s not like it used to be, but it’s a decent amount of growth.
The organization’s plan to gradually take over the government has been put into operation again.
And a few days later.
I received a call from Joohee Han.
It contained instructions to come to the magic tower at midnight without being seen by others.
I recognized it as soon as I saw the contents.
“Has it finally begun?”
The day has finally come when we can face them.
I am ready to go out with an excited heart.
Then, after a bout of lovemaking, Shin Yu-jeong, who was asleep on my mattress, rubs her eyes and raises her upper body.
“Hey…, Where are you going at this time of night? ?”
“Meet someone for a moment.”
Then the guy frowned.
“What kind of year is this again?”
“… “I’m not a woman.”
Maybe.
“If it’s not a woman or something… “Have a nice trip.”
The guy quickly lets his guard down when he is told that he is not a girl and collapses on the mattress.
Not long after, the sound of heavy breathing is heard.
“… “Is this true?”
A wonderful guy.
I smile bitterly without realizing it and carefully open the door so as not to wake him and leave the house.
“The weather is nice.”
A clear night sky without a single cloud.
After casting an invisibility spell to hide himself, he flies through the sky, lands at the top of the magic tower, and squeezes himself into the window that Han Joo-hee had previously opened.
“Welcome.”
Han Joo-hee sits in front of the desk and greets me.
She raises her body.
“It came at just the right time.”
The interior is noticeably different from usual.
There are six huge screens in front of her desk where she works.
Just by looking at it, it looks like they are planning to reveal themselves over there…
“I guess we can’t meet in person?”
“It’s hard to be away because everyone has work to do.”
“Aha.”
I see you are busy doing behind-the-scenes work in various countries.
She says, pointing to the spot where she was sitting just a moment ago.
“Sit down slowly. The meeting will start soon.”
“Yes.”
Sit with your buttocks pressed against a chair where someone else’s warmth remains.
There is only one minute left until midnight.
The moment when the hour and minute hands of the clock hanging on the wall finally point to exactly 12.
Wow-
Darkness fills the transparent glass-like screen where the other side is clearly visible.
Each person appears, one by one, with their backs turned to a dark background.
“Oh my♥ This cute, fresh-faced kid has been tormenting us all this time?”
A woman wearing a low-cut dress.
“Wow, look at the confident expression on this kid’s face. It makes me want to crush it.”
A giant man who seems to be wearing armor with thick muscles.
“…”
The shadow guy who was beaten by me the other day and barely came back alive.
“Hmm.”
The guy who cut off his arm.
“Wow, you look delicious, you…” .”
A pig looking at me and tasting it.
“Everyone, calm down. “Shouldn’t we listen to the story first?”
A handsome boy with brilliant blonde hair and icy blue eyes.
Looking at their unique faces, there is no resemblance whatsoever.
“… “It’s complete shit.”
Oops.
Just thinking about it has come out in words.
