Mastermind
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Chapter 39
A-class fighter Balam.
Among fighters ranging from F-class to A-class, he was considered one of the top in terms of combat ability.
It was just an ordinary day for him, relaxing with a drink at a pub he often visited, as there was no scheduled duel.
Until a nobleman appeared before his eyes.
The nobleman, dressed opulently without trying to conceal his wealth, was strolling through the city for the first time.
Unsurprisingly, he got caught by Adigo and his gang. Adigo, an A-class fighter of a higher rank.
Even then, it still felt like just another ordinary day. Balam had seen Adigo extort money or goods from merchants or nobles who wandered into the colony several times before.
“Look at those fancy clothes. Jackpot.”
“We’ll make some good money off this one.”
The fighters beside Balam chatted casually as they watched the nobleman surrounded by Adigo’s gang. None of the fighters in the pub or nearby shops had any intention of helping the nobleman. Even though there was another A-class fighter present, they simply watched Adigo robbing the noble with lazy, indifferent eyes, taking no action.
It was only natural. There was nothing to gain from helping that nobleman. Even if the noble offered immediate payment in return for assistance, none of the fighters would step forward. No one was foolish enough to cross Adigo’s gang, or more precisely, the monster Malian, who backed Adigo.
The fighters knew that Adigo’s arrogance came from his belief in Malian, the monstrous Babayaga, so they all quietly drank their beer, using the situation before them as mere entertainment.
Then, when Adigo lightly smacked the nobleman’s head—
Boom!
Something extraordinary happened.
“Start talking.”
A sudden appearance. One of the four Babayagas in the colony.
“Hey.”
The atmosphere cracked with electricity as Seolrang, the Golden Flash, appeared. Lightning, her signature, crackled around her body.
“Which bastard...?”
Adigo, who had been knocked into the wall, stood up confidently but was left confused by Seolrang’s sudden entrance.
“S-Seolrang?”
Mumbling in disbelief, it was as if he couldn’t comprehend the situation, though he recognized the person standing before him.
However—
“What did you do to my Master?”
At Seolrang’s following words, Adigo’s expression shifted from confusion to terror.
“Arrrgh!?”
Before he could react, Seolrang grabbed Adigo’s head and slammed it to the ground.
Crack!
The fighters could hear the chilling sound reverberating in their ears.
But it didn’t end there. Seolrang, with a cold expression, grabbed Adigo’s leg and flung him aside.
Crash!
Adigo was hurled into the pub. As he scrambled to get back up, he tried to speak.
“W-Wait, I didn’t kno—”
Crack!
Seolrang grabbed his head again and smashed it into the counter.
“For real!”
Over and over.
“Aaagh!”
Over and over.
“If you keep doing this, my boss will—”
Over and over.
“P-Please spare—”
Crack!
Silence.
All the fighters watched, their mouths shut, staring at the wreckage of the pub. Even the owner, who should have been angry about the damage, stood there trembling, holding his breath in terror. A customer, seated at a shattered table, remained frozen, holding a heavy mug of beer.
And then—
Thud!
Seolrang, covered in blood, finally released Adigo’s head without a trace of interest. At that moment, all the fighters present shuddered in awe. Her speed was beyond their perception, and the way she effortlessly handled an A-class fighter like a mere underling left them in reverence.
As Seolrang, who hadn’t even broken a sweat, glanced at the trembling thugs surrounding Alon—
Boom! Crackle!
In the blink of an eye, she had sent them all flying. They crashed into walls and windows, convulsing before going limp.
The fighters, who had witnessed Seolrang show no mercy and crush every opponent without emotion in the Coliseum, shuddered as they watched the Golden Flash, who had become a Babayaga, once again.
“Master! You’re here!? You should’ve told me!”
Before anyone realized it, Seolrang, who was now smiling brightly and playfully wagging her golden tail, wrapped her arm around Alon’s. Everyone around her froze for a moment.
“I’ve been waiting so long for Master to arrive! I prepared a lot of things, so let’s go quickly!”
Regardless of the fighters’ confusion, Seolrang, still wagging her tail and grinning, pulled Alon along and started moving somewhere. As Seolrang and the nobleman disappeared into the distance, the fighters watching were left with a bewildering question:
“Who is that guy...? Who could make that mad dog...?”
They were left wondering who the nobleman was, the one Seolrang referred to as her Master.
However, Alon, who was being dragged by the blood-covered Seolrang, was just as bewildered as the fighters. Despite feeling grateful and oddly proud, he couldn’t help but wonder,
‘Am I ... not going to die?’
Since Alon arrived at the colony well into the afternoon, by the time Seolrang led him to a particular building, the sun was already setting.
“This is it!”
Following Seolrang, who perked her ears up and entered the building, Alon thought to himself quietly, ‘It’s big.’
As he stared blankly at the building, which rose more than nine stories high—unlike most others in the area—he heard Evan’s admiring voice beside him.
“Wow, it’s huge.”
Although it didn’t have the vast feel of Deus’ mansion, tall buildings were rare in this city, making the contrast more striking.
After entering the building with Evan and Seolrang, they headed straight for the top floor.
“Ah, Boss, you’re back.”
“Boss!”
As they approached the top floor, they passed several beastfolk who greeted Seolrang with stiff salutes, all of them, like Seolrang, having golden hair.
“Boss, welcome back.”
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