I Became the Final Boss in the Game

Chapter 129 : Chapter 129

Chapter 129. Execution (1)

However, Pyo Seok-jung's expression was still cautious.

Riman continued speaking.

"Mayor, why do you think people feared Cha Hak-jun? Why did corporations crawl in front of Cha Hak-jun?"

"…Are you trying to say it was because of military force?"

"Yes. Powerful military force, that completed Cha Hak-jun's power."

Private soldier groups.

Mana user agents.

And even Mugan escapees hired by him.

Cha Hak-jun's military force was wide, dense, and solid.

Enough that no one dared even think of resisting.

"Mayor possesses immense financial power surpassing Cha Hak-jun. You also have a vast network of connections. But you do not have military force equivalent to Cha Hak-jun."

"…I cannot deny that."

Pyo Seok-jung chewed the grilled asparagus with a crunch.

His brow wrinkled slightly as if tasting bitterness that wasn't there.

Riman said.

"But as you know, power in this world is not established by financial power and popularity alone."

"Are you saying proper power can only be constituted when military force backs it up?"

"Yes. When you have the power to crush, kill, and destroy opponents, and when that is publicly recognized externally, the final piece of power is fitted."

"Hmm."

"In other words, this incident could be an opportunity."

"Opportunity?"

"An opportunity to fit the final piece of power, that is."

Pyo Seok-jung's eyes narrowed.

A sign that he accurately grasped Riman's intention.

Riman said.

"Formally issue an administrative directive, and delegate full authority related to it to me. I will take care of the rest."

"……!"

"I guarantee. In a few days, no one will even dare think of defying you, Mayor. Because I will take on the role of announcing your military force to the world."

"…Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

With this, Parakel Company's lab will be definitely trampled.

Through this, Pyo Seok-jung clearly reveals the military force he possesses, and simultaneously, Riman gains an opportunity to officially announce his strength.

A definite win-win strategy.

Pyo Seok-jung smiled and said.

"Now then, before entering into the actual execution, there is something we must do."

"What is it……?"

"Dessert."

RATTLE.

The room door opened, and a crystal bowl containing dessert was served in.

"The whisky sorbet here is quite something."

"I'll eat it gratefully."

Riman scooped up a spoonful of amber-hued sorbet.

* * *

The next day.

A building located in a secluded part of the old downtown.

This rectangular building standing alone in a place with few people was called Parakel 3rd Research Institute in the past.

Of course, the current name was just 3rd Research Institute.

"…We clarify that the 3rd Research Institute is merely a subcontractor of our Parakel Company and has no connection with the headquarters' policy."

…Was the name changed immediately after Parakel Company performed tail cutting.

Well anyway, nothing changed.

The researchers in the institute were the same, and the relationship with Parakel Company was the same.

They just changed the name at a level of covering eyes and saying 'aung' (pretending/deceiving).

And in front of that building, reporters began to flock one by one.

"Is it here?"

"They say so."

"I received contact that something would happen… what on earth is it."

Just then, guards stationed around the building shouted toward the reporters.

"What are these guys?"

"Hey!! Is there a show?! Won't you get lost?"

At that moment.

Several black vans gathered one after another in front of the research institute.

VROOOM-

SCREECH!!

Cars stopped, and people in the cars began to get off.

Among them, there was a man who stepped out first.

A man wearing a pitch-black coat, black gloves, and letting his long black hair flutter.

Everything worn on his body was luxury goods easily fetching hundreds or thousands.

It was Riman.

"Stop."

Riman's voice struck the guards' ears heavily.

Vocalization with thick mana embedded in the vibration of the voice itself.

Hearing that voice, the guards unconsciously stopped moving.

Like small animals hearing a beast's growl.

"…Who are you?"

The guards' tone became polite instantly.

Of course, the thorns underlying the words didn't disappear.

Riman took out a document from his bosom and said.

"The commander is Seoul Mayor Pyo Seok-jung. The execution agent is me, Leman White. I came here after receiving an order related to the execution of business suspension of the relevant research institute."

"……!"

Hearing this, the guards quickly exchanged glances with each other.

Reporters were the same.

"Did he just say Pyo Seok-jung Mayor's order?"

"And wait a minute, business suspension?"

Reporters continuously clicked shutters, and filming drones floating in the sky started recording.

Soon, a person appearing to be the captain of the guards stepped forward and said.

"We have never received such content though."

"You just received it now."

"I don't want to play word games."

"Word games? Does an order issued at the level of the Seoul Mayor look like a joke to you?"

"……."

"Tell the institute director to come out. I have nothing to talk about with a guard captain."

"Hey."

"I advise you, run away."

"What?"

"According to this order, this research institute is scheduled to be completely incinerated after closure today. Everything that makes up this institute. But you are not part of this institute yet. You are just standing with a foot on the boundary. So……."

"What are you trying to say?"

"If you run away now, I will ensure your lives are preserved."

At those words, the guard captain smirked and said.

"Do you know how many troops are gathered here right now?"

"I have a rough idea."

"Then you must also know what the result will be. Do you think you can beat us with just that many troops?"

At those words, Riman glanced around the people standing behind his back.

Roughly fifteen people.

All personnel equipped with rifles and bulletproof vests.

They were security guards belonging to the City Hall.

But whether they were security guards or just ordinary people wasn't important.

Anyway…….

"Well, I'm going to fight alone."

"What?"

"Anyway, you mean the institute director has no intention of coming out?"

"There is no reason to come out."

"Well, it doesn't matter. Since this order is a document that takes effect even if the person concerned is not notified."

"What……."

"And you, if you keep blocking my way, you can be punished for obstruction of official duties. Move."

"No."

CRACKLE-

Mana began to gather in the guard captain's both hands.

The gathered mana began to seep into the knuckles he held.

A clear expression of intent to attack.

He said.

"You are the one who should move. Get lost from this institute."

SWISH-

A fist flying sharply as if a compressed spring bounced out.

And around the knuckles fitted on that fist, layers of slashes were hovering.

Not a fist that hits and breaks, but a fist that cuts and digs.

A punch that would cut off bones just by grazing flew toward Riman.

And Riman received it with one hand.

THWACK!

He catches it.

He spread his palm and caught the opponent's fist.

A crazy act that would have resulted in being cut into dozens of pieces instantly if it were an ordinary hand.

But Riman was wearing the .

Gloves that wouldn't even get scratched by moderate attacks thanks to their tremendous durability.

Riman completely blocked the slashes emitting from the guy's fist with that hand.

Furthermore, activating shock absorption linked with the , he completely neutralized the impact as well.

The guard captain was flustered.

'Keuk… What kind of grip strength does this bastard……!'

CRUNCH.

And in the very next moment, Riman's other hand grabbed the guard captain's head.

A hand gripping so tightly that he couldn't even open his mouth or breathe.

And seeing that scene, reporters began to get excited.

"What?!"

"It's getting serious?!"

"Are they really fighting?!!"

Cameras flash, and filming drones don't stop recording.

All those lenses are the eyes of the media.

And what is reflected in those eyes spreads instantly in the name of news.

In other words, tens of thousands of people will watch this very moment right now.

For Riman, it was the first time.

Even when he overturned the ground, struck down thousands of lightning bolts, and summoned storms with his fingertips, people didn't know who did it.

They just thought, 'Oh, a huge fight happened,' or 'Something exploded, so let's quickly avoid the place.'

But now it was different.

From now on, everything Riman does is broadcast live.

The moment he reveals his existence to the public for the first time.

Riman knew what action to take in such a moment.

'Impressively.'

ZZZ-

'Crush impressively.'

With this, I let the world know who I am.

Thereby…….

'Imprint my power on the public's mind.'

This is a performance and an execution ceremony.

Lightning discolored black ran along Riman's arm.

A deliberate choice for an impressive debut.

Black electricity burst out.

ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP!!

Pitch-black lightning stretching in all directions.

Electricity swallowed the guard captain's body at once and burned it.

Reporters' mouths opened wide, and cameras captured all these moments while flashing ceaselessly.

'With this, everyone will know.'

Not that Pyo Seok-jung is behind me, Leman White…….

'But that I am behind Pyo Seok-jung.'

THUD.

Riman threw the burnt corpse onto the floor.

Seeing that, the other guards' gazes began to waver.

But he had no intention of letting them off just because they backed down now.

A moment ago, he clearly gave a chance.

And they rejected the chance.

So now is the time to pay the price for the choice.

Riman said.

"The charge is obstruction of official duties, first degree. Therefore, all security guards here……."

ZZZ……!

"…Are summarily executed."

* * *

Parakel 3rd Research Institute.

That place was a heaven for demons and a hell for humans.

Biological experiments on humans were established as basics there.

New test subjects were constantly supplied through Cha Hak-jun, and the researchers' humanity had long been bleached.

Cutting flesh and extracting organs without anesthesia was basic.

Gambling on how many hours a dying test subject would survive was daily life.

On days when they felt low, they relieved their mood by committing torture for fun.

Although it was an evil deed sufficient to put them all in Mugan, Parakel Company just abetted these acts of the researchers.

No, rather, they subtly encouraged it.

Because there were quite a few useful contents in the research reports these researchers submitted.

Like that, under Parakel's secret protection, the researchers enjoyed research and amusement.

For them, cutting flesh without anesthesia was no different from an office worker typing, and torturing was no different from eating dessert for a change of mood.

Screams occurring in that process were like noise from a construction site.

None of them approached this work with vivid malice.

Just because it's an order.

Because it's efficient.

And because they pay a lot.

…They were doing such things nonchalantly.

Having no particular thought about what they do.

Evil was originating right from there.

And therefore, Riman could carry out the execution without any agitation.

SIZZLE…….

FWOOOOSH…….

"……."

"Ah……."

Reporters couldn't close their opened mouths.

People watching this scene through their cameras were the same.

A scene where black lightning and black flames swept over the ground.

And even the figures of guards swept away and dying without putting up any proper resistance.

To people's eyes, Riman wasn't just a mana user.

He was a disaster in human form.

"That is… one person's power……?"

"Hey hey, nothing came up on the identity check?!"

"He's not even affiliated with a Magic Tower… What is that person……?!"

Like that, Riman's face and performance spread rapidly into society.

Everything was rolling according to Riman's thoughts.

But the execution wasn't finished yet.

Of course, the cleanup outside the institute was done.

Now it was time to clean up the demons inside the lab.

Riman placed his palm on the main gate of the laboratory.