I Became the Final Boss in the Game

Chapter 113 : Chapter 113

Chapter 113 Rounding Up

Cha Hak-jun's combat forces are largely divided into three categories.

First, the private soldier squads.

Next, the special agents from the Black Orphanage.

And the Mugan escapees.

Among these, the private soldier squads were annihilated by Riman's hands.

And two remain.

Cha Hak-jun summoned the agents of the Black Orphanage first among those two.

The reason was nothing else.

It was because the summon of the escapees had not been completed yet.

Of course, one of the escapees, Chae Hong-gyu, was striving for the summon according to Cha Hak-jun's instructions.

But humans at the level of being imprisoned in Mugan already have aggression and antisocial tendencies far exceeding the average.

Gathering such guys in one place itself was a difficulty.

Jensen or Chae Hong-gyu, who followed Cha Hak-jun's orders promptly, were quite unique cases.

Cha Hak-jun wrapped his head in his hands and muttered inwardly.

‘Leman White... You dare touch my army...?’

Annihilation of private soldier squads.

That fact constantly rummaged through his head.

Training organized private soldier units was a tremendously difficult task.

Because it wasn't something that could be done just by spending money.

Selecting personnel, repeating training, and establishing a command system was a task where time was invested enormously.

But once organized properly, its usefulness was immense.

In fact, these private soldiers were exactly the limbs that solidified Cha Hak-jun's ruling system.

But all of them were swept away overnight.

From Cha Hak-jun's perspective, it felt like the limbs of power were cut off.

Disaster, or accident, to the extent that reality truly didn't feel real.

Cha Hak-jun couldn't even deduce where and what went wrong.

Then there is only one thing to do.

Kill the cause first.

‘After cutting off that bastard Leman’s neck first, I’ll retrace and settle this situation.’

Cha Hak-jun had summoned the most elite forces of the Black Orphanage for this purpose.

SCREECH-

The car carrying Cha Hak-jun stopped at a deserted place.

A while later, four young men approached the car.

“We came after receiving the contact, Mayor.”

At the men's greeting, Cha Hak-jun lowered the car window and revealed his face.

“It’s been a while.”

“Have you been well?”

“If I had been, I wouldn't have called you.”

These four were exactly the agents from ‘Black Orphanage.’

However, they were not the strongest ones in the Black Orphanage.

But they were the strongest ‘team’ in the Black Orphanage.

Joint attacks moving almost like one body, and a chain of offensives not losing organic connection.

Their individual strength was around the upper-middle rank among those from the Black Orphanage, but once they started moving as a team unit, there was no one who could stop them.

And this was exactly the reason Cha Hak-jun called them.

“There is a person you need to kill.”

CLATTER.

Saying so, Cha Hak-jun held out a large leather bag out the window.

One of the men opened the bag and checked what was inside.

What filled the bag tightly were thick bundles of bills.

The man closed the bag and said.

“...No, even if you don't give us this much, we can bury one person anytime.”

“......”

“...Must be a difficult opponent?”

“Correct.”

“Hmm, well with this amount, I can roughly guess what level of opponent it might be.”

“Are you afraid?”

“If I were afraid, I would have returned this bag.”

The man handed the bag to the member standing behind and said.

“So, what kind of guy is he?”

“There is a phone inside that bag. I put the guy's personal information in there.”

“Aha.”

The men only nodded and did not ask.

Why he told them to kill this target, what this target did, etc.

Because they were just human-shaped hunting dogs.

Bite if told to bite, drag if told to drag, kill if told to kill.

Reason, ethics, morality, critical consciousness, etc. were not their concerns.

The only important thing to them was Cha Hak-jun's order, and the order was right from the moment it was given.

Nothing else could be more important than that.

Cha Hak-jun said.

“And as soon as the guy's trace is detected, I will transmit information to that phone, so move referring to it.”

“Understood.”

“And lastly.”

“Yes.”

“Cut off the head and bring it. Preserved.”

“That’s not difficult.”

VROOOM-

The car left, and the men took out the phone and checked the target's personal information.

“Leman White, huh.”

They passed the phone around and quickly memorized Riman's face.

“The neck is thin. Should be easy to cut.”

“When should we start the operation? Tomorrow?”

“The moment we received the money, the operation started. There is no grace period.”

BEEP.

At that time, a message was transmitted to the phone.

“...Leman White, appearance confirmed at a place 1.2km away from here.”

“Let’s go.”

SWISH!

They began to move with fierce speed.

* * *

PEEK-

Four people poked their heads out from different points.

The four were standing on different building rooftops.

An exquisite angle where one can look down from above, but it's hard to look up from below.

They were far apart from each other, but their gazes were all crossing at one point.

Standing at that intersection point was one man.

“That guy is exactly...”

“Leman White.”

The four exchanged radio messages while closely watching Riman's movements.

“In the photo we saw earlier, he had a snake wrapped around his body, but not now.”

“When do we hit?”

“Not now. There are too many people here.”

This was a busy street with a large floating population.

It was not a very good environment to dare assassination.

“First, track quietly. I will signal the moment we reach the most appropriate place.”

SHUFFLE-

They moved following Riman while killing their sounds.

This sluggish tracking continued for over 30 minutes.

Meanwhile, the number of people on the street decreased gradually.

200 became 100, and 100 became 10.

Like that, they were gradually entering an area with no people.

These four intuitively sensed similar content at a similar moment.

That soon it would be the timing to end this accompaniment.

The four nodded.

Although they were far apart enough to look small to each other, the timing they nodded was almost identical.

How solidly they were united was revealed even in this small action.

Now the number of people on the street decreased to just one person.

Riman Solaris.

The only passerby in this area was Riman.

The moment truly a perfect board for hunting was laid out.

One team member broadcasted through the radio.

“Go on my signal. Three, two...”

“One.”

“What?”

The last number of the countdown popped out of Riman's mouth.

And simultaneously—

THWACK.

Something pitch-black and long pierced one team member's face.

It crushed his nose bridge, entered, and pierced through even the back of his head.

Blood, brain fluid, and bone fragments splattering in all directions.

At the unidentified attack that flew at a speed impossible to even perceive, one team

member died instantly even before the opening of war.

“Mun-ho...!!”

“What...!”

“This damn...!!”

WHIRL!

Riman retrieved the black whip and said.

“What to do. One table leg broke.”

“...!”

“Did you guys think you were tracking me?”

LOOK.

Riman raised his head and looked above the building.

And that gaze met exactly with one person's eyes.

Riman knew from the beginning.

That these four people were chasing behind him.

Thanks to Saya, who was swimming in the sky separately.

Riman said.

“You guys must have thought you were chasing prey. Wrong. I brought you guys here.”

“Kugh...!”

This wasn't a pursuit and annihilation battle.

It was Riman's drive hunt.

At that moment, the positions of prey and hunter switched in an instant.

“Hey, what should we do...”

“Damn it!”

Movement, position, intention, all plainly caught.

Furthermore, even one team member dying before starting.

Like Riman said, they began to creak like a table with one broken leg.

Not only teamwork but even judgment.

Like that, they ended up making the worst choice.

“Hit him!!”

One prepared sniping while concentrating mana at fingertips, and the other two jumped down toward Riman.

Simultaneously, surrounding mana was sucked into Riman.

Mana is refined in an instant, structured, and soon manifests.

[Frozen Earth Critical Point]

CRACKLE!

Bursting cold wave swept the surroundings.

* * *

“Huk, huk...”

The man looked around while panting rough breaths.

Team members were dead.

One with his abdomen pierced by an ice spike, one with his head crushed from falling.

It was the result of teamwork collapsing.

Now only this one man remained.

The man felt his insides boiling with vengeance and anger.

“This monster-like bastard...!”

The man clenched his fist with all his might.

The man's hand was coated with semi-biological metal instead of skin.

In other words, a body modified limited to both hands.

Thanks to that, he obtained durability enough to be fine even if he put his hand in boiling molten iron, but that was merely an additional function.

This fist's real ability is...

“There you are!”

BOOM!!

As he thrust his fist into the air, a powerful shockwave was fired.

Ability to convert mana into shock and discharge it.

It was truly simple, but therefore powerful.

Because it could cover both close range and long range simultaneously, and could be utilized for both offense and defense.

This was also the reason why only this man survived among the four.

“Come out! Come out, you son of a bitch!!”

BOOM!

Simultaneously as the man swung his fist, a distant concrete wall caved in.

Shock almost at the level of being hit by a truck.

‘...To be able to discharge such shockwaves with no delay.’

Riman was observing the man's attack hiding inside an empty building.

Not because he was afraid.

Although tricky, he was an opponent Riman could beat in a head-to-head match with a little effort.

The reason Riman was hiding was another reason.

To analyze the guy's ability.

‘Immediate shock discharge technique without delay, huh.’

Unexpectedly, it was a technique impossible to reproduce with Riman's magic.

Of course, the shock itself can be reproduced almost similarly with wind magic.

The problem was casting speed.

Because there was no such thing as ‘immediate’ in magic.

Of course, Riman's casting speed itself was at a transcendental level.

Nevertheless, making casting speed completely 0, that is ‘immediate,’ was impossible.

Anyway, for the activation of magic, a process of constructing images in the head was necessary.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, there was not much difference between 0 seconds and 0.001 seconds.

However, in a fight between strongmen, victory and defeat and life and death are divided in that fleeting difference.

Riman felt this in the fight with Jensen.

In front of transcendental speed, that unpleasant feeling as if his own casting speed became momentarily slow.

He needed at least one immediate technique to cover such a situation.

So he was observing that man's technique while hiding his body.

‘Of course, I do have an immediate shock discharge technique too, but...’

The function of the Riman was wearing was exactly that.

But there was one fatal flaw there.

That the part of shock discharge is limited to the sole.

Therefore, it was possible to utilize for leaping or high-speed movement, but it was difficult to hit a target with shock like that man.

‘If I could discharge with hands too like that guy, it would become incredibly convenient.’

BOOM!

The man ran wild destroying here and there.

And Riman carefully observed this and analyzed the movements.

At that moment, one idea flashed through Riman's mind.

‘...Wait, can’t I just make the shock that would be discharged from the sole be discharged from the hand?’

Of course, expanding the function of a magic tool to a part of the body was almost impossible.

But what if he could connect two or more magic tools and make them share a part of the function?

‘...Worth a try.’

Because Riman had one more magic tool.

.

A magic tool with ruthless durability, corrosion resistance, and self-hardening ability.

‘If I can link and ?’

And even the tool to establish that link was already prepared.

Exactly the tattoos engraved on Riman's body.