There are more important things to do right now. But considering these things now is a luxury. We can't afford to be distracted by the enemy before us. Now that we know the mercenary group's target is our parents, we must remain absolutely vigilant. "Let's try probing with conversation first." I temporarily set aside the abnormal data in my mind about her "complete asexuality" and focused on the conversation at hand. The problem is my limited English conversation skills—luckily, the system is there to assist me. "Can you translate my words in real time?" [There will be a slight delay] "As long as it doesn't affect basic communication, it's fine." [Understood] With the system's help, I resumed the conversation with this silver-haired beauty: "Would you like a cup of coffee?" "Oh? Aren't you going to ask why I'm here?" "Do I need a reason to talk to a beauty like Cynthia?" "Hehe... Mr. Rein is quite interesting." As I pretended to be captivated by her beauty, she smiled with satisfaction. "But please allow me to explain why I'm here." "Why did you come to me?" "Because I like you." "Ah..." Although I had expected it, even as a seasoned lover, I was momentarily stunned to hear this perfectly proportioned body confess to me. [User] The system's notification jolted me back to reality. Remember—this is the enemy who tried to harm my parents. "I like Cynthia too." "Really? Thank you." "No, I should be the one who initiated the conversation." Her adorable chuckle as she covered her lips was incredibly endearing. But her acting made me even more wary: someone with absolutely no interest in sex could portray it so convincingly. "Are you in America for tourism?" "My parents work here, I'm visiting them." "Which country are you from?" "South Korea." There was no need to lie. She clearly knew my identity. "Time flies, can we meet again next time?" "I'd love to." After a brief conversation, she cleverly obtained my contact information. "What if I ask you out?" "A beautiful lady is always ready to accompany me." "I had a great day, Ryan." "I'm so happy today too. My parents suddenly had something to take care of, and I thought I'd be alone, but I made some new friends. Thank you so much." "But I really envy you being able to spend time with your family." "I deliberately brought up my parents, acting like a well-behaved child immersed in the warmth of family. Cynthia looked slightly lonely upon hearing this, uttering words of envy before leaving. 'That expression didn't seem fake.' Although I didn't know why she joined the Skull Mercenary Group, which was driven by revenge, the expression on her face whenever her parents were mentioned gave me a vague idea of the reason—her family had probably been murdered, her entire clan destroyed. While she deserved sympathy, I didn't show any pity. This woman knew the pain of losing loved ones, yet she still made others experience the same tragedy; in the end, she was nothing more than an enemy of her own kind. 'System, can you track that bitch?' [Yes] Watching Cynthia's departing figure, I instructed the system to set a tracking mark. Now that she was locked onto by the 'Eye of Lust,' her physical body could no longer escape the system's monitoring. I had considered using a dedicated tracking and eavesdropping device, but considering that the Skull Mercenary Group was a secretive organization that even system abilities struggled to penetrate, the risk of exposure with ordinary shop items was too great, so I ultimately decided to settle for the location function. — 'Smoother than expected.'" After initiating contact and conversation with Rein, Cynthia recalled his reaction earlier that day. Guys meeting foreigners for the first time in a foreign land usually show subtle resistance to strangers, let alone this guy whose broken English made the conversation stumble—yet he still tried his best to communicate. Fortunately, he seemed completely captivated by his own beauty, completely unguarded. For her, who had suffered a massacre because of her beauty and narrowly escaped being assaulted by a man, this keen sensitivity to male emotions was a mark left by trauma. Distinguishing between a lecherous gaze and a wary look was incredibly easy. There was no sign of wariness in today's conversation; the seduction mission shouldn't be difficult. 'Disgusting...' Cynthia, who loathed men, felt nauseous just thinking about talking to a strange man. But vomiting in the street would surely arouse the suspicion of Rein's guards—in fact, a tail had been following her since they parted—so she could only suppress the acid rising in her throat. 'Three days left.' Thanks to a traitor within PMC, the enemy's plan and route of action are now fully under control. According to David's intelligence, the attack will be launched on the fourth day when security is at its lowest. In the remaining three days, she must successfully seduce and control Rein. 'Although I need to use some violence... but that level isn't enough, is it?' That guy is strong and muscular, but for her, who has been walking on the edge of life and death for many years, subduing him shouldn't be a problem—of course, this is under the premise that she doesn't know that the other party is a monster that cannot be killed by all of humanity's weapons. — When Cynthia successfully made contact with Lee Jin-seok and obtained his contact information, shaking off the mercenaries' surveillance. "Then I'm going to school. Keep a close watch. Don't do anything unnecessary." The swan, who was safely escorted to school by the mercenaries, finished her instructions to Lee Jong-wook, who seemed to be the captain, and was about to enter the school gate. "Wait." "What now!?" "Take this." Just as she was about to explode because she was in a hurry, Lee Jong-wook suddenly handed her a black round plastic block. "A device with a listening device and GPS." "To prevent any emergencies on campus." "Huh? You want me to carry this kind of thing with me?" "It's a necessary security measure." "...Okay! Can I go now?" Hearing that she was going to expose her every move, she wanted to refuse, but in the end, she had no choice but to compromise—after all, this was a care arrangement made by her grandfather. Even with her terrible personality, she never disobeyed her grandfather's orders. Her parents were businessmen overseas all year round, and she was raised by her grandfather. If she were to make such a grandfather sad... just imagining it was suffocating. Swan's whole face scrunched up as she reluctantly stuffed the black round object into her schoolbag. Just as she was about to rush towards the school gate— "Wait a minute!" "Is there! Something else!?" "It's safer to carry it close to your body." Lee Jong-wook watched her furious back, stroking his bald head and sighing: "Sigh... I have to protect this kind of young lady for a whole week." Even if the reward was generous, having to spend every day with a bodyguard with such a terrible personality would naturally build up pressure. "What's wrong with that?" "We're grateful enough that she's willing to accept our protection." "That's right. At least we can find her immediately if there's danger." Being a bodyguard means encountering all sorts of people. From guys who ignore warnings to scum who treat sexual harassment like it's nothing new. Among this group of oddballs, although Swan's act of carrying a listening device is annoying, she's still considered gentlemanly. "Then everyone, proceed to your designated positions as planned." "Understood." "I'll monitor from the car with the equipment." "Ah...I really want to go on a date with such a beautiful girl..." "..." While everyone was focused on the escort mission, Chris's untimely remark made the female team members frown, but no one spoke up. After all, although he was a womanizer, he was never careless about his work, and Chairman Lang had his reasons for accepting him. "I'll go to the rooftop to keep watch." "Park Ha-eun, the team's best marksman, carrying a backpack with her rifle, headed towards the roof of the designated building. It was the highest point in the area, effectively protecting against potential sniper threats." "..." Noticing Park Ha-eun leave, Rachel, who had been glancing at her out of the corner of her eye, silently picked up her equipment and began to move. "Oliver is in charge of surveillance. Report any suspicious activity immediately via radio." "I'll signal in time, don't worry." With everyone in position, they began their escort operation as usual. During their pre-school surveillance, EP0466 was fortunate enough to encounter nothing unusual, and they returned to their vehicles to regroup. "Any unusual activity?" "Nothing here." "We only have innocent female university students here." "We checked the area with a drone, nothing unusual." "Everything normal..." "Me too." Although they had agreed to report any unusual activity immediately, the university remained calm—only ordinary students, faculty, and staff were present. "Maintain vigilance until evacuation." "Of course." As they exchanged safety confirmations, Swan, who had left school early, approached the convoy with her friends. "I'm having a get-together with friends tonight." This sudden announcement made Lee Jong-wook's temples throb—his meticulously planned schedule was being easily disrupted. "No plans to go out today." "Huh? Then make plans now!" Swan frowned defiantly. Security plans for escort missions usually require several days of preparation, especially in a densely populated city like this. Lee Jong-wook almost sighed—as the heiress of a military-industrial enterprise, she shouldn't be so willful. Just as he was searching for words to persuade this stubborn girl..."How about inviting your friends over for a party at the manor?" Chris, well-versed in women's psychology, quickly intervened. "It'll introduce you to your residence, and it'll make it easier to arrange for guards." Swan's eyes lit up: "Great idea! Take good care of them all." Watching the young lady persuaded with just a few words, Lee Jong-wook nodded unconsciously—his rough life had never mastered such delicate persuasion. "Let's go." The convoy, filled with cheerful laughter, drove towards the manor, the crisis of the trip finally resolved. —The next day, at the hotel— Lee Jin-seok, on guard duty, woke up alone. Having spent the night on guard duty out of concern for his parents' safety, he was now pondering how to spend this day on duty, a day with nothing to do but not being able to leave. Ding-dong— His phone beeped. Thinking it was a message from his Korean girlfriends, he rushed to check. "Lunch together?" The sender was Cynthia, whom he had met the day before. He hadn't expected her to act so quickly, and he secretly calculated: the sooner he lured her out of her hole, the more initiative he could gain. —Coffee Shop— Under the midday sun, Cynthia, still radiant in her hot pants and tank top, drew his inward admiration. "Truly a beauty, she looks good in anything..." During their small talk, he was already anticipating—would he be "kidnapped" today? Although she simply tied her platinum blonde short hair up and wore a simple outfit, her cheat-like beauty perfectly complemented the attire. If it weren't for their hostile relationship, she would be a truly alluring woman who would make one genuinely want to seduce her and spend the night with her. Even her soft voice made one want to imagine what kind of moans she would make in bed, but I held back. 'I must eliminate all enemies.' Although I do like beautiful women, I would never put my family in danger for the sake of a woman. Even if a woman of this beauty is indeed rare, she ultimately cannot compare to my family. 'It seems he hasn't suspected anything.' As Li Zhenshuo's internal alarm bells rang while he maintained a smile on his face, Cynthia concluded through careful observation that this man might take the bait faster than expected. She had expected the son of a legendary mercenary to be wary, but he showed no signs of having received counter-surveillance training. She figured that with a little more effort, she might be able to carry out the kidnapping today, so she decided to take a more proactive approach. "Excuse me, I'm going to the restroom." Encrypted communication code: "Go ahead." Cynthia, who had left the coffee shop under the pretense of touching up her makeup, naturally relayed instructions to her accomplices lying in ambush near the restroom: "The target might take the bait today. Everyone, stand by." - So soon? "His vigilance is lower than expected; we'll succeed quickly." - Understood. We'll proceed as planned. Dealing with such an unsuspecting target wasn't difficult; the problem lay with the surrounding mercenary guards. Considering the target was the couple's son, they judged that the enemy would undoubtedly deploy heavy defenses and had already devised a complete plan to divert attention. 'We'll see today.' Although the kidnapping was originally scheduled for the fourth day of the escort operation, acting earlier would give them more initiative. With the couple's son held hostage, even the meticulous Lee Jong-wook would inevitably slip up. Thinking of avenging her benefactor, she calmly began her operation. "Lunch was quite enjoyable. It should have been the host who paid..." "Not at all, having lunch with such a beauty is entirely my responsibility." "Hehe...thank you for your hospitality." The two strolled through the streets chatting after lunch, discussing everything from hobbies to Korean culture and future travel plans. She deliberately steered the conversation in these directions—intelligence indicated that Koreans were very proud of their culture, and such topics were most likely to win favor. Sure enough, upon hearing her interest in Korea, Raine immediately began enthusiastically introducing the country. 'A bit cute.' Although she disliked men, Cynthia found him somewhat endearing in his innocent and unpretentious manner. However, Raine was ultimately a kidnapping target for her benefactor, David. Suppressing this momentary hesitation, she decided to officially launch her seduction offensive. - *Hmm* She suddenly grabbed his finger while walking side-by-side. Noticing his stiff reaction to the sudden physical contact, she feigned ignorance and intertwined her fingers. "Th-that..." "Shall we go over there and take a look?" "Ah? Okay..." Sensing the innocent boy's panic, she intensified the physical contact. 'Looks like she's falling for this.' From intertwining her fingers to linking arms, she deliberately rubbed her ample breasts against his arm. Although doing this to a man was disgusting, her obsession with avenging the leader sustained her performance. Through a series of physical inducements, she finally led her target to the designated area, using a phone call as an excuse to temporarily leave. 'Looks like it's time to make my move today.' Watching Cynthia's departing figure, I looked around to confirm my situation. Her abrupt intimate actions, and her eventual arrival in this hotel and motel-heavy area, all indicated that today was the day of the kidnapping. She probably planned to use intimate contact as an excuse to lure me into her room and subdue me. I checked the system at the coffee shop earlier and found that she had several accomplices lying in ambush nearby. I considered turning the tables, but... "Hmm... how exactly do I do that?" My lack of experience made it difficult to formulate a plan. My father always meticulously planned every mercenary mission; clearly, I hadn't inherited that talent. During the brief moment the target was away, I decisively abandoned thinking and opted for brute force—after all, these people had no way to subdue me. "If I were to be defeated by these mere mortals, I'd never be able to face anyone again." A body that could withstand even a nuclear bomb would be too shameful to live with if it were defeated by a few ordinary people. The only problem right now was the guards my parents had hired—how to avoid their sight? As my gaze swept over the shops on the street, I suddenly remembered something useful. "I'll use invisibility potion." Although it required being naked to take effect, this should be enough to avoid the guards' surveillance. Anyway, I wouldn't have to worry about not having clothes to wear while operating in hotels or motels. -- "Is everything ready?" -- Everything was arranged. We could act at any time after the order was given. "Understood, I'll send the signal immediately, please stay on standby." -- That's it. Hearing that the operation to disrupt the line of sight of Rein's bodyguards was ready, Cynthia returned to his side. "Rein, it's too hot outside, shall we rest for a bit?" "Indeed. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" The sun was particularly scorching today, perfect for going indoors. Once Rein agreed to go inside, Cynthia began her seductive performance. "Over there... seems nice." "Really? Let's go there... oh?" She feigned shyness, lowering her face slightly. Following the direction she pointed—it was a hotel. Noticing Rein's frozen gaze, Cynthia pressed her ample breasts closer, tempting him: "Um... it's so hot right now... I really want to rest..." "Come on, let's go!" "Thank you..." "Um...""Where! It's hot, let's go inside and rest!" Seeing his hesitation, she gently pushed closer, her face flushed, and awkwardly walked into the hotel alongside him. EP0467 As Lee Jin-seok entered the hotel with Cynthia to prepare for the kidnapping: - The operation begins. After confirming that the target and Cynthia had entered the hotel, Daoud proceeded with the plan. Their mission was to distract the guards so that she could successfully kidnap the target—given that the target's guards were all elites, conventional methods would be ineffective in diverting their attention. Therefore, they chose to carry out a terrorist attack at a specific location. - Be careful to keep the operation concealed. - Don't worry, preparations are complete. But Daoud's real revenge has not yet begun, and the attack intentions must not be exposed. If this alerts the US military or police, subsequent revenge will be difficult to carry out. - Ready to execute at any time. The only way to divert the guards' attention without being exposed is to detonate a pre-selected uninhabited civilian building. These thugs, driven mad by revenge, still adhere to the principle of not harming the innocent—they all deeply understand the pain of losing loved ones. To this end, David used military funds to purchase several small buildings in Washington and evacuate them. They drilled holes in the gas pipelines to create leaks, then remotely detonated the buildings. These locations, specifically prepared for the attack, also facilitated rapid evacuation if the police became aware of the situation. - Detonation. With the order given, a controlled explosion occurred in one of the purchased buildings. - Boom!! Amidst the loud noise, the precisely adjusted pipelines ensured that only the building was damaged. The chosen location was already sparsely populated, and Cynthia had already led the target away from the detonation point. This explosion, designed to attract the guards' attention, was not spectacular, but enough to raise alarm. - East District guards have moved. - West District guards have moved. - South District guards have moved. - North District, though not moving, has been located. What to do? The plan successfully attracted five of the six guards; the remaining one was presumably the commander. David had already prepared a plan against him—after all, if this failed, there would be no other chance. Once the enemy became aware, they would increase their vigilance. - Cynthia must succeed. He prayed that the plan would continue. —————— The target was entering the hotel with the woman who appeared yesterday. "Given that it's a private matter and inconvenient to intervene, we'll only conduct close-range monitoring." Entrusted with the task of protecting the target by Park Ha-eun and Lee Jong-wook, Locke Smith, the security commander, was deeply uneasy about the target checking into the hotel with a strange woman. 'The hotel environment will limit the efficiency of the security.' Strictly ordered by the two to operate with absolute secrecy, he couldn't provide close protection. And there was no way to thoroughly investigate the woman's background within a day; he could only anxiously watch from afar. He could only pray that she was an ordinary woman. Just as he shortened the monitoring distance— -BOOM!!! The violent explosion from a distant building made him immediately order: "Everyone, confirm the surrounding situation!" The explosion point was far enough from the hotel that a brief reconnaissance should be fine. Determining there was no immediate threat, Locke only asked the outer guards to report and remained in place. Suddenly, the sound of something cutting through the air sent chills down his spine! -Whoosh! Locke, who had rolled and dodged, looked back and saw that the ground where he had been standing had been breached. 'A sniper!' He instantly calculated the trajectory of the bullet and concealed himself. "It's a trap!" "All personnel retreat!" The ambush in Washington was completely unexpected. As he gathered his scattered men, devastating news came through the communicator: - East District under attack! - West District in firefight! - South District trapped! 'The target is the couple's son!' The fact that all the guards were attacked simultaneously revealed the truth. 'Damn...when did they set this up?' The ever-vigilant Locke, who regularly checked sniper positions, was now in dire straits. However, when they were attacked before they even had time to notice, he realized that their opponent was a formidable expert. "The target is the client's son! Who else can act now?" "-We haven't confirmed the enemy's true identity yet. -We haven't found a sniper position here, so we can't move. -I can't do it either." He ordered the two weaker mercenaries to form a team, leaving the mercenary of similar skill level to act alone. Even he, the best among them, hadn't immediately noticed the sniper position was under attack, so it was only natural that the others couldn't move. He felt the cold sweat trickling down his back, scanning his surroundings as quickly as possible for an opportunity to act. "I'll contact the client immediately. Everyone's top priority is to get close to the person they're protecting." "-Understood. The enemy was completely focused on this side, while we hadn't noticed a single clue. Bound by unidentified enemies, we were completely unable to move without support. In this situation, Locke decided to contact the two men as quickly as possible for backup. 'If we fail, we're really doomed.' He owed them a life-saving debt. If he couldn't even properly protect their son, according to the rules of the mercenary world, he might be killed. Therefore, he acted with his life on the line. — While the guards protecting Li Zhenshuo were drawn into a trap by the explosion. "Ah... I'm so hot, can I take a shower?" "Ah, okay... no problem." "Then I'll go take a quick shower." Led into the hotel by Cynthia, Li Zhenshuo watched her retreating figure as she headed towards the bathroom, lost in thought. 'They'll probably make their move now...' If their goal is to kidnap me as leverage against my parents, there's no more perfect opportunity. The guards following me indoors can't monitor me, leaving only the two of us alone. If it were me, I would definitely choose this moment to carry out the kidnapping. 'What methods will they use?' Even if they knock me unconscious, my burly physique will surely alert the guards the moment I'm taken out of the hotel. The key is how to distract the guards and carry out the kidnapping quietly and quickly. Just as he was pondering what method they would use—a distant, rumbling explosion made him instantly understand their plan. 'They're using an explosion to attract attention.' This area is near Harlem, a sparsely populated area. Even if an explosion occurs, the nearby fire station and police station will be slow to react. They intend to use this opportunity to distract the guards and carry out the kidnapping. 'But the guards should act after the explosion.' The guards will definitely be scattered by the explosion, and will return to their positions once they determine it's not a big deal. But such a short time isn't enough to knock me out and take me away. The guards aren't stupid; they'll definitely leave some to guard the hotel. So, the other side only has one option left—[User, the surrounding guards are under attack] 'As expected.' The other side was indeed using the explosion to create chaos and launch an attack, attempting to distract the guards. 'Then Cynthia should act too.' Although she didn't know how she contacted her accomplices, she was certain she was about to make her move. 'There's only one chance.' In the bathroom, Cynthia, who had already stripped naked and was pretending to shower, immediately understood that the plan had started when she heard the explosion. Her companions had begun their operation; now she only needed to kidnap the target herself. Although the other person was physically imposing, she didn't think she would lose to an unsuspecting man. When they first met, his eyes shone with the simple kindness of an ordinary person. If he had experienced a mercenary career like her parents, he would never have had that kind of look in his eyes. Cynthia, wearing a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom, planning to strike while he was changing. The plan had already begun, so every second counted. They might have already sensed something amiss and called for backup. 'We must act as quickly as possible.' Thinking this, Cynthia went to the outer room and looked at Ryan sitting on the edge of the bed. He seemed to sense something was about to happen, his face flushed as he repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists. Although he was destined to be disappointed, the nervous look on his handsome face was rather endearing. "Ryan, aren't you going to shower with me?" "Uh... I... I don't need to. I didn't sweat much, and I saw you already showered..." Hearing his stammering excuse, Cynthia's movements faltered slightly. But this pause was fleeting. She had originally planned to knock him unconscious while he was undressing, but now she smiled sweetly: "This is fine too, actually I prefer it this way." She couldn't arouse suspicion. Anyway, this was only the optimal solution; there were plenty of backup plans. "Shall we continue?" "Hmm..."She slightly opened her bathrobe, revealing her snow-white, full breasts and smooth abdomen. Black lace panties, barely visible below her navel, outlined her alluring curves. With a seductive smile, she slowly approached Renn, who sat motionless on the edge of the bed. 'Easy peasy.' Seeing him completely captivated by her figure, she figured it would be easy to get what she wanted. She casually unfolded her bathrobe, discreetly slipping a syringe hidden in her hand, and gradually drew closer to him. "Ah… Renn's scent is truly intoxicating." "Uh...uh..." To conceal the syringe, she wrapped her arms around him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Faced with this handsome face suddenly appearing before him, he panicked and became flustered. As her full breasts almost pressed against Rein's chest, her hand, concealing the needle, slowly wrapped around the back of his neck. Now, all she had to do was plunge the needle into his unsuspecting neck—the drug in the syringe would lull him to sleep. Just as Cynthia was about to insert the needle... "Don't even think about it." "!!!" A chilling voice pierced her skull, completely different from her previous trembling tone, sending a shiver down her spine. 'You've been exposed!' Realizing he had been acting the whole time, Cynthia slammed the needle in— "Ouch!" The moment Li Zhenshuo grabbed her wrist, she understood completely. 'Ah… I've fallen for his trap…' This was no ordinary man's strength. Even though her desire for revenge had driven her through rigorous training, she was now completely immobilized. His thick arms bound her back like iron hoops, imprisoning her entire body. "When did you see through it?" Knowing that defeat was inevitable, Cynthia still wanted to know when he had seen through her act. "From the very beginning." "Ha..." As the icy chill pierced her mind, a sharp pain in her neck dragged her into darkness. EP0468 I snatched the syringe from Cynthia's hand and knocked her unconscious, staring at her limp body. c1hQbkVZV1ZObkNXNEI4WjRFQ0lwTHpBNFlrOGszakFmZmtsbjNyeHZDSTE5L3hLNm96V0FLc1A3V0FnUFhCTw "I didn't expect you to carry something like this around." I hadn't anticipated that she would approach in her bathrobe while carrying such a syringe. What aroused my suspicion was Cynthia's sudden movement as she slowly approached, reaching into her bathrobe—she thought she had done it flawlessly, but in reality, every step was clearly visible. "What should we do now?" Looking at the unconscious woman in a bathrobe on the bed, I hesitated. My original plan was to subdue her companion first before kidnapping her, but she had seized the initiative. After the explosion, I learned from the system that the mercenaries my parents had deployed were fighting her companion. When I expanded my perception range with my 'demigod body' to confirm, I found that both sides seemed to be deliberately avoiding a life-or-death struggle. "Looks like they weren't planning to kill either." Despite having a favorable position, they showed mercy to the relaxed mercenaries when the explosion occurred. Realizing that they were also unwilling to kill innocent people, I quickly made a decision. "Get the information as soon as possible and then leave." Continuing to detain Cynthia would be pointless—I hadn't confessed my abilities to my parents, and if I explained that I subdued the attackers, I would be suspected. I had to hide my strength until I fully understood the Creator's explanation. Although I felt sorry for the kidnapped mercenaries, I still bought Truth Potion from the store. [Truth Potion] - Allows the recipient to answer any question truthfully within 30 minutes. "What if she has a resistance?" "Recalling scenes in movies where special organizations are often immune to these kinds of drugs, I was worried when the system provided an answer: [Thanks to the Creator's grace, the shop item's effect is absolutely valid; there is no possibility of immunity.] After confirming she swallowed the potion, Cynthia's eyes were unfocused rather than clear. When the system notification took effect, I asked my first question: 'Name?' 'Cynthia...Hecate...' Her slow reaction confirmed the drug's effects. To save time, I went straight to the point: 'The reason for kidnapping me?' 'Because you are the son of David's enemy...' Sure enough, it's related to her parents. Although curious about the reason, the primary task at hand is to find out their hideout—knowing their location allows for a preemptive strike. 'Your specific plan?' 'To coerce the granddaughter of the chairman of Kate Military Industries as bait and then launch an attack...' 'The action plan?' 'There's an inside agent in the guard providing intelligence...' 'A traitor?!'" "This news shocked me. Before my parents parted, they assured me that everyone around them was trustworthy. 'This is terrible!' If the entire plan has been leaked and there's a mole, even my parents, with their exceptional skills, won't be able to defend themselves. Although they've provided protective gear, the enemy is prepared, and a protracted battle is inevitable. 'Who is the traitor?' 'We don't know...only David knows...' The name appeared twice, and I instinctively realized: 'Who is this David?'" "Our benefactor who took us in...the benefactor who gave everyone a chance for revenge..." Further questioning revealed details of this terrorist organization of thirty members, armed with guns and bombs. Despite her best efforts, Cynthia knew nothing about the crucial mole. Hearing that even bombs were prepared sent chills down my spine at the prospect of an impending crisis. She knew nothing of the details—when the attack would take place, how many men would be deployed, or what the attack method would be—only the fact that an attack was imminent. The truth serum I bought from the store, according to the system, was absolutely reliable and could not possibly lie while concealing information. The only information I had was the level of weaponry they possessed and that a guy named David harbored resentment towards my parents. "Where is your base?" "To strike first before my parents were attacked, I pressed them for their hiding place one last time. 'I don't know either... they only show up when they're having meetings...' Hearing this useless answer, I immediately felt an urge to strangle this bastard. 'That's all they know.' Not knowing their location meant I couldn't raid them, and not knowing the timing meant I couldn't defend myself. Knowing that a terrorist organization was going to attack my parents but being powerless to do anything about it filled me with frustration. 'And...' Just as I was weighing whether to kill them or not, Cynthia finally revealed some useful information. 'The meetings always take place in a run-down tavern in a corner of Harlem...' 'The exact location.'" "East side of Harlem..." Since it's a regular gathering point, it's bound to be crowded. After confirming the exact address, I immediately requested the system to locate it. [Map being marked for you] The system seemed prepared, instantly projecting the coordinates onto the map. The tavern wasn't far from here. 'Done.' Thinking about the opportunity to strike first, I began to weigh how to deal with Cynthia. Having extracted most of the information, the primary task was to launch a preemptive strike. If I could severely injure her, my parents' safety would naturally improve. 'Should I silence her?' Logically, someone who murders parents deserves to die. But what if her disappearance alerts them? Imprisonment wasn't a good solution either. In the end, I decided to let her go. 'I'll wipe them all out tonight anyway.' The truth serum wouldn't leave any memories; she wouldn't remember the leak. Let her return on her own, and then deal with her during the evening meeting. Having made up my mind, I fed the unconscious Cynthia a transparent potion and then climbed out the window. 'System, mark the enemy's location.' [Marking for you] The system completed the coordinate marking in the blink of an eye. The number of enemies shown by the red dots was twice that of the guard mercenaries—a full ten. If they could wipe them all out, they could weaken the enemy's combat power by 30%. 'This is the first time I've ever killed anyone in real life.' I'm a ruthless killer in the game, but this is my first time hunting in real life. But since they intend to harm my parents, I'm as hard as iron. Ignoring all hesitation, I rushed towards the nearest red dot coordinates. — "Still no news from Cynthia?" "No word at all. But that mercenary brat seems pretty troublesome." "Why is it taking so long to kidnap a kid?" "Wait a little longer, it'll be soon..." "If we keep dragging this out, we'll be exposed too!" Sam and Thomas, who were ordered by their leader David to kidnap the son of their revenge target, were anxiously waiting. While they were holding off the guards, they were becoming increasingly uneasy—if reinforcements arrived, the situation would instantly reverse. "We've already disregarded life and death, what's the rush?" "Afraid of implicating the leader if we fail." "If you're going to get caught, just end it yourself, I'll help you." "Thanks, I'll finish you off if you fall." From the moment they succeeded in their revenge, they had given their lives to David. Their current anxiety stemmed from the fear that torture would reveal information. Dying in battle would be exactly what they wanted—these desperate men had already lost all will to live. Just as they were continuing to suppress the guards with silenced pistols— "Cough!!" "Thomach!!" Suddenly, his companion collapsed, coughing up blood. Sam called out his name and searched around, but blood splattered in the otherwise empty air. Then, just like his companion who had collapsed earlier, the man also fell, spitting blood. "Who...?" A chilling sensation came from behind, as if a sharp object had pierced his back. It was completely different from the countless times he had been shot through the back during his mercenary career. But it wasn't the feeling of sharp metal piercing him either. It felt more like something rough and jagged was thrusting into his heart from behind. He suspected someone had launched a sneak attack, and in his last moments of consciousness, he turned to look—but there was no one behind him. "Captain...may your wish for revenge be fulfilled..."Sam, not even knowing who the killer was, felt his consciousness fading away and closed his eyes. EP0469 After taking care of the two nearest enemies near the hotel, I let out a long sigh of relief. "Huff... two for now." While they were sniping the mercenaries downstairs with silenced pistols, I aimed for their hearts and pierced through. First, I felt the friction of hard fabric, then the sensation of penetrating soft skin, hard bones, and finally the soft touch of a heart. With the enhanced power of my 'demigod body,' human skin and bones were like paper to me. "I haven't gotten used to it yet..." In virtual reality games, I sometimes pierce through enemies with my bare hands for fun, but doing it in reality always feels strange. Taking lives didn't stir up the slightest emotional ripple. The two corpses at my feet were breathing just moments before, but now their hearts had stopped beating because of me. Looking at their bodies bleeding to death with their hearts pierced, I was so numb that I needed to be stunned for a moment before I remembered to deal with the bodies. I took out the potion used in the fantasy game to destroy assassination targets—the moment the potion was poured out, the flesh and blood foamed and completely dissipated. 'What about the weapons?' Watching the disappearing body, I pondered the remaining weapons: a rifle equipped with a silencer, a grenade hanging on my body, and the pistol that seemed to have been used for suicide. The potion could only dissolve flesh and blood; it was useless against weapons. Just as I was struggling with this—[Weapons can be sold to the shop] The system notification suddenly appeared. 'Shops can buy weapons?' [Yes, I just discovered that too—the trading interface activates upon contact with a weapon.] 'This function exists?' Never having imagined that shops could buy and sell items, I grabbed the rifle and tried silently reciting "sell." [Simply confirm the intention to trade in your mind.] Following the system prompt, a confirmation window popped up as I held the gun and silently recited "confirm sale." 'Confirm Sale' The moment I clicked the button, the rifle in my hand mysteriously vanished into thin air. [Gained 50 points] Upon seeing the reward, the player instinctively cried out in despair—this rare find, even on the Korean black market, was only worth 50 points? The grenade was worth a mere 1 point! 'The judgment standard is outrageous.' After a brief moment of frustration over the player's perspective, I still sold off all the remaining weapons. As the last weapon disappeared, a new red dot marker began flashing on the radar. 'I'll investigate it later.' The discomfort from the kill hadn't dissipated, but the excitement from the new shop feature had already overshadowed it. The next task was simple: approach the red dot target, kill them instantly, dissolve the body to erase the trace, and sell the weapon. With the invisibility potion, no one could retaliate against this ghostly attack. "The last batch." Ten enemies were wiped out in the blink of an eye, and I quickly returned to the hotel. -- Swish—swish— As I climbed through the deliberately left gap in the window, the unconscious Cynthia still maintained her alluring pose—her bathrobe was disheveled, revealing most of her snow-white breasts. A brief wicked thought was extinguished. "What do we do now?" During my earlier counterattack, I blurted out her and David's conspiracy. If I let her leave with her memories intact... I retrieved my treasured "Forgetfulness Potion" from the store. [The user can erase memories for a specified period.] Of course, this alone would arouse suspicion—the missing syringe and my sudden appearance both need explanation. But for someone like me, preparing to raid the meeting at dawn, this concern is insignificant. "Just keep it at a level of suspicion." After all, having lost a third of their forces, they must hold the meeting as planned tonight. "Delay until dawn." Once I wipe them out, no one will be able to escape alive to report back. As I packed my bags and left, my expression was as calm as if I were just going to the convenience store to buy cigarettes. -- As Li Zhenshuo returned home alone -- "The suppressive fire has stopped?" Locke, who was calling for reinforcements amidst a hail of bullets, suddenly noticed something amiss. The bullets that had been following him relentlessly were no longer attacking. After tentatively adopting a dodge stance, he finally confirmed: those ghostly snipers had truly disappeared. "The enemy has retreated." "But it might only be a partial withdrawal," he immediately contacted the other team members. "I've stopped suppressing them here. The enemy seems to have retreated. What's the situation on your side?" He had planned to go to support any team members still under suppression, but he breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the reply. - Suppression on the east side had stopped - No more bullets were flying from the south side - The situation was the same on the west side. Hearing that the enemy had retreated everywhere, Locke immediately went to the hotel to confirm the safety of the person he was protecting. "I'll go to the hotel first to make sure the target is safe. Everyone stay alert." - Knowing he had received a reply, he arrived at the hotel. He had just described the physical characteristics of the person he was protecting when he felt a sense of emptiness upon hearing the reply. "He's already left...?" "Yes, he left alone." "Can I go into the room he was in?" "No. Client privacy is strictly protected. Absolutely not allowed." "We have urgent business to confirm... Is there really no room for compromise?" "Absolutely not." Although he confirmed that the person he was looking for had indeed left, he could not check the room due to privacy concerns. Faced with the unyielding employee, he could only leave dejectedly—he had already tried to persuade them to give him information about the person he was protecting. 'Something must have happened...' Before being suppressed by the enemy, they could have easily killed them. While it could be attributed to the enemy's poor sniping skills, his years of mercenary intuition told him that was far from the truth. 'No casualties among all members is too illogical.' Even if the enemy's marksmanship was poor, it was impossible for no one to die in a synchronized attack. The enemy must have had other motives for holding them back. His initial guess was kidnapping the person he was protecting, but since the target left unharmed, there must be a deeper reason. 'Why would they hold us back?' The most reasonable deduction was that they wanted to harm the target. But the target reportedly left the hotel dressed neatly and nonchalantly. He tried to confirm this through a room check but was refused; now he was at a loss. Convinced there was more to the story than he imagined, he contacted his client—the genius-level employer who might be able to see the clues. —As Lee Jin-seok single-handedly resolved everything and was walking home, Park Ha-eun, suppressing the urge to immediately abandon her guards and rush to the scene, received a call from her son's bodyguard captain—the strongest among them. Noticing his wife's unusual expression, Lee Jong-wook asked, "What happened?" "Just received a notification that Jin-seok's mercenary squad was attacked." "..." Upon hearing that his only son's guards had been attacked, Lee Jong-wook remained silent. But everyone in the car could clearly feel his boiling anger. In the suffocating silence, he suddenly spoke: "What mercenaries can be mobilized immediately nearby?" "Currently, only PMC system mercenaries are available." "Recruit them all. Send them to support us without missing a single one." "Yes." "No, I'll contact them myself." As an ordinary member of PMC, Lee Jong-wook had no authority to deploy all the mercenaries—even if he gave the order, no one would obey a mere team member's command. But he wasn't an ordinary mercenary; he was an elite recruited personally by the president of Immortal PMC, and most of the members owed him their lives. Because he always devised perfect plans, everyone often consulted him before carrying out missions. After contacting Crom to explain the situation and request support, Lee Jong-wook said to Swann, who was sitting quietly beside Rachel, "Speed up and head back." "Uh, okay..." Swann, usually so informal, also keenly sensed the tense atmosphere and obediently replied. If anyone suggested slowing down now, they'd be in big trouble. 'Anyone who dares touch my son will be killed without mercy.' Lee Jong-wook slammed on the gas, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty glint. A normally mild-mannered person can be far more terrifying when angered than a hot-tempered one—until the vehicle arrived at Swann's mansion, the car remained eerily quiet. EP0470 After quietly slipping out of the hotel and returning to the mansion, I immediately took off my clothes and started showering. Although I had wiped away the bloodstains from the hand-to-hand slaughter at the hotel, I was still deeply troubled. As the water washed over his body, he pondered the deadly act of the day. 'Completely unmoved.' Taking a life in reality for the first time, perhaps due to the mental enhancement of his 'demigod body,' he felt no emotion. He felt no guilt, nor any disgust. It was as ordinary as going to the bathroom in the morning or eating when hungry. 'How could this be?' Though he had often killed insects since childhood, this first killing was so calm. He expected to be shocked, but he felt nothing. The eerie feeling of becoming an anomaly was indescribable. "Hmm..." His body was fine. On the way back, he asked the system if his mind was abnormal, and the feedback was that everything was normal. Taking a life with his own hands and feeling nothing—this strange feeling made him decide to confront the Creator to find out why. The system said she didn't know much about it either. Just as he finished showering and was about to lie down—ring! The ringing of his mobile terminal made him realize the expected call. The caller ID showed the mother; my mercenary squad had been ambushed, and she was naturally extremely worried. "I already had an excuse ready." I lied, claiming that a girl I knew in America had returned home alone in terror after hearing a distant explosion. This excuse was enough to dispel any suspicion. To avoid revealing my abilities, I had to disguise myself as an ordinary person fleeing in panic. That way, my parents shouldn't investigate further. "Phew..."I took a deep breath before answering, just in case I made a mistake: "Hello?" "Where are you now!" My mother's stern voice was tinged with worry. I rarely heard her react this way except when I'd made a mistake, so I feigned curiosity: "Just got back to your room, why are you angry? Did something happen?" "Back to your room?" Hearing my peaceful reply, my mother's voice softened slightly. "Yes, I heard an explosion when I went out and turned back." "So you're in our hotel room now?" "Yes, what happened?" "-It's alright, as long as you're safe." Before I could use up all my prepared excuses, my mother was about to hang up. 'I can't let this go.' Knowing my mother's temperament, being too calm would only arouse suspicion. So I deliberately prolonged the conversation: "I rarely see you so angry; something must have happened." "-I'll explain later; I have things to attend to now." "Okay, I'll let you know when the time comes." "Yes, son, please be careful." "Sigh, who can be more cautious than me? You be careful too." "Okay..." I persisted until I received a clear promise. 'Finally, I'm safe.' Fortunately, I didn't have to use all my excuses, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I lay down on the bed. 'Hiding is harder than I imagined.' Only now did I understand the hardships heroes in movies face when they have to hide things from their loved ones. The thought of lying to my parents who raised me pierced my conscience. 'Even if not now, I will confess when I face the Creator.' "The reason I kept it a secret was simply because my abilities weren't stable enough and I was afraid it would worry my parents. The original plan was to reveal it immediately after the interview, but keeping it a secret for too long would make it difficult for me to face them. My phone call with my mother temporarily made me forget the fact that I had taken ten lives today, and I slowly drifted off to sleep." — As Lee Jin-seok and Park Ha-eun ended their call and fell asleep, Lee Jong-wook, who had witnessed the whole thing, asked: "Where's Jin-seok?" "He said he'd returned to the hotel we were staying at." "Alone?" "Yes, he said he heard an explosion and returned alone in a panic." "Thank goodness..." Hearing that his son had arrived safely, Lee Jong-wook finally breathed a sigh of relief. 'I wonder who he takes after; he has such a keen sense of danger.' The enemies who attacked the guards today were clearly targeting his son, Lee Jin-seok—otherwise, there would be no reason to target the waiting mercenary squad. 'This means we are the prey.' Realizing the enemy's true intentions, Lee Jong-wook fell into deep thought. Were these enemies connected to the Swan Guards, or were they targeting him from another force? If it was another force eyeing him, that would be troublesome enough; but if they were deliberately using the Swan Guards' name to lure him into a trap, the problem would be even more serious. This meant that a formidable opponent was confronting him and had even included his family in their list of targets. "The only thing to be thankful for is that Jin-seok is relatively safe." "What's somewhat reassuring is that Lee Jin-seok, who was initially the most unsuspecting, sensed the danger and escaped on his own. If he had remained where he was, the chances of him being kidnapped would have increased dramatically. Even though he had been taught basic combat skills, defeating a seasoned mercenary was still a pipe dream. "We must increase the number of guards and prevent him from leaving until this is resolved." Realizing that the other party wouldn't even spare his own son, Lee Jong-wook decided to further expand the guard force. Now that he had accepted the commission, he couldn't leave this place without permission. Just as he was pondering how to deal with the newly appeared enemy—the phone rang. After confirming that it was Krom, who had previously requested support, calling, Lee Jong-wook pressed the answer button. "How is the situation?" - After searching according to the coordinates provided by the guard mercenaries, no trace was found. "No trace at all under that level of firepower suppression?" - That's right, completely vanished as if wiped out by a ghost. "Understood, I'll handle the rest." - We will also strengthen the guard force for your son. "Thank you." Hearing that the mercenaries hadn't found a single clue at the suppressed sniping point, Li Zhongxu fell into deep thought. "A guy with that kind of strength..." The fact that the opponent could hold off over ten A-rank mercenaries and their subordinates while escaping unscathed far exceeded expectations. The thought of such a powerful enemy watching him and his family with predatory eyes intensified his anxiety. "I have to adjust the plan." Faced with this new variable, he decided to reorganize his strategy. Although he still didn't know the opponent's true strength, since they dared to harm his family, he would wipe them out after the protection mission ended—with this thought in mind, he threw himself back into tactical planning. Completely unaware that his son, whom he cared so much about, had already slaughtered that elite mercenary force. — "Hmm...?" As Cynthia gradually regained consciousness, she propped herself up on the hotel bed. The fragmented memories remaining after the failed kidnapping of Li Zhenshuo felt strongly jarring. "How could I..." The memory gap caused by the "forgetfulness potion" began when they entered the hotel together. They had come here specifically to carry out the kidnapping, but everything after that was a blank. "It was to kidnap him...?!" In a frantic search of her bathrobe's hidden pocket, she discovered that the concealed anesthetic syringe was long gone. This special drug, capable of instantly rendering someone unconscious, had been used by Li Zhenshuo and then discarded to eliminate evidence. Forcing herself to calm down, she began to piece together the fragmented memories. "I remember taking a shower after entering the hotel... and then..." The scene of showering together was clearly identifiable, but what happened afterward seemed to have been erased. Worse still, even the tools used in the crime had mysteriously disappeared. After a futile struggle to recall, she decided to contact the team first. "What is the current status of the personnel?" "--The ominous silence made her realize that if no one responded by now, the team was probably wiped out. Despite continuing to try to call, the communicator remained silent. "Killed..." According to David's rules, team members must be on standby 24/7. This abnormality could only mean one thing. "They already knew..." The meticulously planned operation had completely collapsed: she had inexplicably fallen unconscious, the target had disappeared, and all the support team members had been killed. The only reasonable explanation was that the other side had already grasped the entire plan and set up a trap to lure her in. "But why did they spare me..." This question had just surfaced when David's voice suddenly came through the communicator. -What happened? "Operation failed." -Explain clearly. She reported the situation while changing her clothes, and the breathing on the other end of the phone grew heavier. -Looks like she'd kicked a hornet's nest... The support team still hadn't returned. "All the other team members were killed, so why am I the only one unharmed?" -Did you notice anything unusual about the target before? "No, he seemed completely unaware." "-This means someone is secretly manipulating things..." The two unanimously ruled out Lee Jin-seok as a suspect—background checks showed he was indeed just an ordinary person. Unlike his parents, who were long-time mercenaries, he lived an utterly ordinary life. Even after repeated checks, nothing suspicious could be found. They speculated that Lee Jong-wook had secretly deployed an unknown security force as a precaution. "After subduing Cynthia, he only took the target...""-But how come you've managed to escape unscathed?" This doubt grew in David's mind, eventually leading to the order: - Don't return to the base for now, act alone. "Understood." The thought that crossed his mind was that the enemy wanted to use her to scout out the location of their base. Although he could suspect Cynthia's betrayal, he knew perfectly well that David would never do such a thing. In the long years they had been together since childhood, she had never been the kind of person to betray him. - I won't give any special orders. Stay hidden until the whole thing is over. "Understood." To prevent information from leaking to the enemy, David ordered her not to leave until the incident was completely over. He had no idea that someone was listening to every word of this conversation. EP0471 Just as Cynthia called David to report everything that had happened. "So it turned out like this." "After listening to their full reports, I have to admit the plan was riddled with flaws. If you're going to do something, you should go all the way—either kill them all, or let them all go. But getting information on those guys is still a gain. 'Anyway, the objective has been achieved.' If they knew their accomplices were all wiped out, they might change the meeting location or even cancel the meeting. Fortunately, Cynthia is still alive and can relay messages, so that group should proceed with the meeting as planned. Of course, they might change the location now if they feel threatened, but that's no longer important. Has the system locked the location?" "[Location successful, coordinates of the target named David to be marked soon] From the moment Cynthia contacted that guy named David, I was able to track him through the system. 'Didn't expect it to go this smoothly, did you?' According to the system description, the other party's phone was equipped with an advanced anti-eavesdropping device. But the system's capabilities, born from the power of the Creator, made breaking through this level of anti-eavesdropping facilities a piece of cake. I have only one goal—to stop those terrorists who are trying to harm my parents. Although my lack of intelligence led to a flawed plan, it's more than enough to achieve my goal. "Well, it's about time to move in." "After the call ended, Cynthia began packing her bags to prepare for hiding. David would probably also head to the meeting immediately after the call. I just need to follow him when he starts moving. — In Harlem, a district notorious for its poor security and where lights are always turned off early, footsteps echoed on the streets in the early hours of the morning. 'My greed led to the deaths of a third of my comrades.' Of the thirty-two men gathered for revenge, the ten sent to kidnap the target's son were all wiped out. Although the enemy deliberately let Cynthia go, it was likely another trap. They probably wanted to use this to track down their hideout or identify them. It was an old trick, but a zero-risk strategy for the enemy. Now one person was being continuously tracked and had to be eliminated from combat and cut off from contact. With Cynthia included, that meant eleven men were lost. 'So it really was John...' David had to admit he had seriously underestimated his opponent. He hadn't expected the other side to use his only son as bait to set up such a trap, causing such heavy losses. 'What a cold-blooded monster.'" To use his precious son as bait for a counterattack was completely beyond imagination. Even after years of navigating the underworld, he would never use his family as pawns. Although it was actually Lee Jong-wook's son who acted on his own, anger had clouded his judgment—how could an ordinary person who had been living a normal life not long ago plan such a thing alone? 'Change the meeting location.' Although Cynthia was unconscious and couldn't have leaked the information, the unease lingered. Since the other side could use his son as bait for a counterattack, any means were not surprising. The original plan had to be completely overturned. They had intended to slowly close the net, but the heavy casualties forced them to move the operation forward. 'Even if the odds are against them, they will seek revenge to the end.' They had long since abandoned the meaning of survival for revenge, barely clinging to life until now. How could they back down because of a temporary setback? To preserve the will of their fallen comrades, the fire of revenge must not be extinguished. David, regaining his spirits, sent a coded message to his comrades and began moving to the new meeting place. — [User, the target has begun moving] 'Time to move.' Hearing that David had begun his operation, I immediately packed my clothes and prepared to leave. My plan was to secretly follow him and capture him and his accomplices when they met up. After all, these mortals had no chance against me, with my 'demigod' body.' Just as I was about to conclude this operation with the pride of protecting my parents— - *beep!* "Huh?" The sudden sound of the lock opening in the entryway froze me in place. "Zhenshuo!" "Mom...Mom?" "How is our Zhenshuo doing?" I had planned to go out and break the limbs of the thugs who were eyeing my parents, but my mother suddenly appeared. The cognitive dissonance caused by this unexpected person left me stunned, but my mother's embrace brought me back to my senses. "What are you doing here?" "I came because I missed my son, what kind of talk is that?" "But...where are the guards?" "Your father arranged the guards very well. Stay with Mom tonight." "Uh...?" "This unexpected ambush caught me completely off guard. I never expected my mother to come so suddenly. There's no way I can go out and deal with those thugs now—since my mother has come in person, the guards responsible for protecting me will definitely be on high alert. 'This is terrible...' If my father came, I could find a chance to slip away, but with my mother's superhuman intuition present, I'm helpless. Memories of trying to sneak out while my parents were asleep during junior high school, only to be caught by my mother dozens of times, flooded my mind. 'What can I do...' I racked my brains but couldn't think of a way to avoid my mother's sight. The sleeping pills I bought at the store before were also useless—my mother's intuition and luck are always ridiculously good. Just as she's about to feed me, something will definitely happen that prevents me from feeding her. Every time I tried to trick my mother when I was a child, something strange always happened, and I never succeeded. 'Want to sleep with Mom tonight?' 'Ah, no... I'm all grown up now...' 'So you're not sleeping with Mom tonight?'" "No...we're not going to sleep together...it's rare for the whole family to be together..." "Mom hasn't slept with her son in a long time either, I'm so happy." What's more, she said she wanted to cuddle with me while sleeping, I really had no choice. 'Damn it.' Tonight I should have taken action, who knows what those bastards will do tomorrow, but now I have to watch these unexpected ambush troops do bad things. -- When Lee Jin-seok was restrained and unable to move by Park Ha-eun. "Sorry." After changing the meeting place, David bowed to his surviving comrades and apologized. His greed had caused the deaths of his comrades-in-arms, so this apology was only natural. His comrades, however, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "It's okay, the opponent was just too strong, the brothers won't blame you." "Yeah, the best consolation is for the leader to successfully avenge himself." "What you should be thinking about now isn't apologizing, but how to make the plan succeed." "Everyone present was a desperate outlaw who had been healed from their heartbreak by David. From the moment they achieved their revenge, they entrusted their lives to him; death meant nothing to them." "Thank you, everyone." Encouraged by the crowd, David raised his head and announced the new plan he had devised after receiving Cynthia's communication: "The original plan is completely scrapped; the opponent's strength far exceeds expectations." Having only lost to Lee Jong-wook once, David had initially underestimated his opponent's strength. But this crushing defeat made him realize that his opponent was several levels stronger than he had anticipated. A hastily put-together plan would not succeed; a surprise attack was necessary. "It doesn't matter." "It's good; it's better than being beaten half-heartedly." Hearing David's plan, everyone expressed their approval. David had always devised all the plans, and they chose to trust him again this time. Even with past mistakes, it didn't matter; these people had long since disregarded life and death. "Everything is ready; we just need to execute it." David looked around at his reliable companions and finally finalized the plan: "Launch the attack tomorrow night." "This is probably the last time we'll gather." "What a pity, it was so much fun." Everyone finished their whiskey in the bar, each leaving their own words. This was their ritual before each revenge mission—the last drink they might have before dying. 'This revenge will be taken.' Watching his companions drink heavily, David also downed his glass. That night, he dreamed of the past, of the happy times before he lost his important family members. -- Forced to change into my pajamas and sleep with my mother, I monitored David using the system. 'Ha...'"I should be out now." The guy in the video wandered around in the dead of night, finally stopping at a certain spot. That must be the meeting place. The
