I Became the Final Boss in the Game

Chapter 81 : Chapter 81

Chapter 81. World of Art (1)

He opened his eyes.

The inside of the building had become dark.

It was daytime when he took Physiquesio, but the sun had set before he knew it.

‘…It’s over.’

Riman cautiously clenched and unclenched his fists.

Muscles were moving smoothly without obstruction as intended.

‘Success… I suppose.’

Instead of exercising, the plan was to control the absorption speed of the medicine through Ki Circulation.

Judging by the condition of his body, it seemed to have gone well.

‘Of course, I couldn't absorb all the energy of the medicine, but…….’

Riman's Physiquesio absorption rate was about 60 percent.

At a glance, it looked like 40 percent was wasted, but in reality, it wasn't so.

Because the energy of the medicine he couldn't absorb immediately was gathered and stored in his Dantian as it was.

Even if he couldn't absorb it right now, he just had to take it out and absorb it slowly over time.

And this too was the way of martial arts users.

Those who use martial arts often encounter situations where they eat elixirs exceeding their body's absorption limit.

In such cases, if one tries to absorb the energy of the medicine forcibly, the blood vessels are bound to be damaged.

So they take the method of storing the unabsorbed portion in the Dantian and then taking it out little by little later to absorb it.

Riman modified this in his own way and applied it to taking Physiquesio.

‘Then shall I verify it now.’

Riman raised his body.

Even though he had been sitting cross-legged for hours, his legs didn't creak even a bit.

No, the operation of joints was smooth as if newly oiled.

From small joints at the fingertips to large joints like knees or elbows.

All those parts moved too lightly and smoothly.

Muscles were tautly tensed as if screws were tightened firmly, and their density also increased considerably.

Furthermore, the breath he inhaled also pushed in without obstruction as if pierced through.

His body had changed to the extent that it was unbelievable it was a body groaning just a few hours ago.

‘Shall I test it once?’

Riman put on he had taken off next to the mat.

The amount of shock stored in the boots was sufficient for testing.

Riman took a light deep breath, then burst shock under his feet.

Thud!

Bursting shock pushes Riman's body strongly.

Body being pushed as if bouncing off.

If it were like before, he would have tumbled immediately, but…….

Chwahak!

Riman stopped exactly at the targeted point.

Not only did he not fall, but his posture didn't collapse either.

"…Oh."

It is certain.

Control over the body increased tremendously.

Furthermore, sense of balance, muscle strength, reflexes, all those things increased considerably.

"Good."

At this level, he had come up to the level of his previous life's body.

No, maybe even more.

‘But the absorption rate is 60 percent at this level… if I completely absorb the remaining 40 percent, I'll become much stronger than this.’

Just when he was smiling inadvertently thinking so.

"Uh, are you all finished?"

The gang leader returned.

Riman nodded and asked.

"By the way, how much time passed?"

"About nine hours passed."

"Hmm."

At a glance, it seemed like a long time passed, but thinking about it, it wasn't really so.

Since he finished in nine hours what would have taken 3 days by the original method.

Riman asked toward the gang leader.

"What is your name?"

"It, it is Lee Gyeong-ho."

"Right Gyeong-ho, did you and the kids eat?"

"Of course we didn't."

"Let's eat."

Riman took out one more bundle of money from his bosom.

"Go with the kids and buy some food and alcohol. Plenty of it."

"……!!"

Lee Gyeong-ho bowed deeply and received the money.

"I'll be back!"

"Okay."

"Excuse me, by the way……."

"Hm?"

"That… should I buy clothes too?"

"Clothes? Why clothes… Ah."

Only then did Riman notice that his whole body was covered in sweat.

It wasn't just sweat.

Sweat mixed with waste products discharged in the process of absorbing the medicine and circulating mana at high speed.

The stench was at a considerable level.

"…Just buy me the cheapest tracksuit set."

"Yes!"

No wonder his body felt much lighter than usual.

It was thanks to waste products inside the body being pushed out completely.

‘This is another unexpected side effect.’

After the gang returned from buying food like that.

A drinking party took place in the abandoned building.

At first, they were hesitant with each other, but as alcohol kicked in, volumes soon rose.

"By the way, did you guys all find jobs?"

"Yes, now everyone lives taking care of themselves."

Everyone chattered excitedly about where they worked, what kind of work they did, how much they earned, and what points of the work were shitty.

Seeing the details of their experiences alive, it seemed they were really living while working properly.

Riman asked.

"You don't rip off money these days, right?"

"Of course, we never rip off now……!"

Perhaps recalling the memory of getting electrocuted while trying to rip off money from Riman, a few trembled.

Well, this and that trivial stories went back and forth, and laughter mixed in occasionally as the drinking party ripened.

Of course, Riman didn't drink alcohol.

Because he had to limit alcohol intake immediately after taking medicine.

However, he was severely hungry, so he shoved in high-calorie food tremendously.

Meanwhile, Riman asked the gang.

"By the way, didn't you have one more guy?"

"Ah, he went to work. He said he would come before dinner, but he's a bit late."

"Aha."

"What did he say, it was a really unusual part-time job. What was it……?"

To this, a kid next to him answered.

"Didn't he say model?"

"Ah right, model. Didn't he say he found a figure drawing model job?"

"Right, he did have a good body. Tall too."

"We have to carry loads painfully to get daily wages. Envious, envious."

"I know right. I should have secretly gotten on that red truck too, just."

At that moment.

Riman's hand lifting the beverage glass stopped just like that.

Riman said.

"Hey, wait a minute. What did you say just now?"

"Yes? That, uh, story about figure drawing model?"

"After that."

"That uh… red truck?"

"Right, that. Tell me in detail. What it looked like, what the vehicle model was."

"That uh… accurately it wasn't a truck, what do you call that? Right, van! It was a van!"

"And?"

"So you know the dawn labor market? We were standing there to go to work, but a red van took only Yeong-tae. Saying they use models."

"What kind of red?"

"It was a bit dark color. Felt slightly dark red……."

"Burgundy?"

"Ah yes, I think it was burgundy color."

"Haa……."

Riman put down the glass with a long sigh.

Seeing that appearance, the gang sensed that the situation was turning unusually.

"Excuse me but why……."

"The kid who went riding that car, did you say his name is Yeong-tae?"

"Ah, yes."

"There is a high probability Yeong-tae is dead."

Thud.

Everyone dropped the utensils they were holding in their hands.

"W, w, w, what on earth do you mean by that……?!"

"It's still a conjecture. The problem is it's a conjecture with high probability."

"What on earth does that mean!!"

"Francis Appel. That car is the car his subordinates use."

"Francis Appel……? Who is that?!"

"…There is one, a crazy bastard."

Riman swallowed dry saliva quietly.

It was because the studio of that crazy bastard he saw in the game suddenly flashed through his mind.

The scenery of that studio that gives people goosebumps just by recalling it.

Seeing Riman's expression becoming serious, the gang's expressions hardened more and more seriously.

Lee Gyeong-ho said.

"Excuse me, wait a minute, there is no guarantee that car is necessarily the car you are thinking of, right? Hearing only the color and vehicle model……."

"Have you ever seen a burgundy color car?"

"…Not really. Since it's not a popular color in the first place."

"What about a burgundy color van?"

"None… at all. Since vans all have similar colors……."

"That's why."

Riman said while getting up from his seat.

"Saya."

Whoosh!

Saya, who was resting nearby, flew toward Riman.

After wrapping Saya around his body like that, Riman said.

"First, I'll look for Yeong-tae. Probability is high he is dead, but probability he is alive cannot be completely ruled out either. If I was mistaken, that's the best."

"What on earth is happening right now……!"

"Details later. First, I have to move even a little faster to save that guy Yeong-tae."

Riman moved his steps out of the abandoned building.

He intended to track Francis Appel right now.

Actually, Riman had no obligation to move personally like this.

Because that guy named Yeong-tae was someone he only knew by face anyway and wasn't close to.

Nevertheless, the reason Riman moved quickly was…….

‘…That guy named Yeong-tae becoming like this is partly my fault too.’

Riman had once half-threatened this gang to live doing proper work.

Following those words, the guy named Yeong-tae went out to the dawn labor market and diligently looked for work, and while doing so, was kidnapped by Francis.

What if Riman hadn't said such things previously?

If the guy hadn't followed Riman's words?

Then this wouldn't have happened.

So Riman concluded that he also had a certain degree of responsibility for the disaster Yeong-tae faced.

Of course, Riman wasn't moving only with this sense of responsibility.

Actually, there was a more important reason.

Francis Appel.

That guy was also an escapee of Mugan.

* * *

"…Huk!"

Woo Yeong-tae opened his eyes.

Then closed them, and opened again.

He repeated this action several times.

Because what he saw in front of his eyes was the same whether he opened or closed his eyes.

Darkness, complete darkness.

No matter where he looked around, what he saw was only black color.

Woo Yeong-tae muttered.

"…What is this exactly?"

"Are you awake?"

"Heuk!"

At a woman's voice heard right next to him, Woo Yeong-tae screamed.

"W, who are you!"

"That's what I want to ask too. Who are you?"

"…You don't know who I am?"

"How would I know that?!"

They don't know who each other is.

After realizing this fact, the agitated atmosphere calmed down a little.

Because they realized both sides were victims.

Of course, even after that, it took quite a long time for the two to converse again.

Because sufficient time was needed to calm down the mind tangled with all kinds of questions.

About 20 minutes passed like that?

Woo Yeong-tae opened his mouth first.

"…I am called Woo Yeong-tae."

"Call me Lisa."

"I was selected as a figure drawing model at the labor market and came here. So I got on a van, and then……."

"You have no memory, right?"

"…Yes. By any chance, you too?"

"I was also selected as a daily figure drawing model and was coming in a car, then when I came to, I was here. Yes, I also have no memory in between."

"……."

After a moment of silence, Woo Yeong-tae opened his mouth.

"…Where is this place?"

"First of all, this side is blocked by bars."

He couldn't know where ‘this side’ she mentioned was.

But reaching out his hand, he definitely felt the texture of metal bars on one side.

Woo Yeong-tae said.

"It is completely blocked by bars."

"Yes. But the opposite side is open."

"Yes?"

"This isn't a prison. If you walk to the opposite side of the bars, you can keep going forward."

"That means……!"

"Yes. This is a corridor. A corridor blocked on one side by bars."

Woo Yeong-tae got up and fumbled around.

Her words were correct.

The width of this place was about 3 meters.

But if he walked while touching the wall, he could keep moving forward.

There was only one thing he could do within this structure.

Moving forward as much as he could walk.

The form of the space itself was forcing that.

Lisa said.

"…First, I think we have to keep walking toward the open side. Other than that, there seems to be no other way."

"Good. Then give me your hand."

"Yes? Why hand?"

"We don't know what's ahead. If one side goes wrong, the other side has to pull them out, so hand it over."

Woo Yeong-tae reached out his hand as Lisa said.

After fumbling for a few seconds, Woo Yeong-tae could grab her hand.

Even in the darkness, soft skin was caught clearly.

Woo Yeong-tae felt his mind calming down a little.

Lisa said.

"Let's go."

The two stepped into the darkness.