-Magic: 56(+8)(D)
Dohyuk first checked by looking around.
[Parasite]
The word didn’t mean anything good if he remembered correctly. But no matter how hard he looked around, there was nothing on him.
-Hyaaang.
However, there was a voice.
-There’s nothing yummy here.
The voice came from inside his head. Dohyuk felt something weird from a part of his body.
‘Parasitic Spirit…’
That’s when he remembered something Basil told him a while ago.
[Spirit, or ghost… I don’t know. But it’s stuck on you. It’s your servant.]
It was after Dohyuk was almost killed after meeting a goddess who had anger management problems.
-I’m hungry.
The voice seemed a bit weird, however. It sounded like a girl in her late teens with some mental issues.
-I’m hungry. I want to eat something yummy. Yummy…
“Shut up! Stop t…”
Dohyuk couldn’t finish and shut himself up. The voice cut itself off the moment he said, ‘Shut up.’
“…”
Did it really stop because of his words? Dohyuk hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
“Talk to me. You can say anything.”
-I-I’m scared…
The voice came back.
-I’m hungry. Scared. Hng…
“Be quiet again.”
The voice disappeared. He then remembered Basil’s other words.
[It’s stuck to you without any contract so it will have to serve you as a master unless you wish to give it away. You should think about it since raising it might be worth it.]
Dohyuk also remembered what Heeyun told him.
[It’s like having another lung in your body. Mana is like the air in that lung. If you use up your mana, it makes you feel like you’re out of air.]
He felt like the lung was filled with air, or the mana in his body now. And…
‘So these spirits live off mana.’
However, Dohyuk’s mana wasn’t decreasing.
‘Does it need permission to consume my mana?’
Dohyuk was relieved. At least he had control. He then decided to take some time to see what good this voice could do for him. If he had more time to ponder, he would have realized who the voice of the ‘girl with mental issues’ actually belonged to. He was just too busy at the moment.
Dohyuk turned to the still fainted Duhoon.
…
“Hmph.”
Kang Changkun rose as he had finished fulfilling his lust.
“Hey.”
A few men, who were on standby outside, quickly came in.
“Get rid of these.”
There were two girls who had become ‘useless’ on the ground. These girls, in their teens, were shaking about ten minutes ago, but they were now in a state where they could not ‘move’.
“Now.”
Changkun pushed them aside with his feet.
He was at Barkatu, or the old Haeundae, in Busan.
“Are you going to return right away?”
“You think I’m going to stay then? You dumb f*ck?”
“N-no, sir,” a man quickly replied. Changkun had no reason to stay in Barkatu anymore.
“We’re going now. I think my nose is clogged from all that sand.”
“Yes, sir!”
Grava, the God of Hunt.
Grava was a powerful god that arrived on Earth recently and was the owner of this forest region. However, even before the forest appeared, Kang Changkun was the best in this region. Grava was interested in him and offered him powerful benefits within his city that the city of Aruga could not possibly offer.
Changkun utilized Barkatu for his own good.
Slave Encampment.
With the purpose of keeping the non-experienced ones in, the city was surrounded by tall walls. Placing a few overseers was enough to stop them from running away, and it helped them protect those slaves from the monsters in the forest.
And they also used them to complete the labor portion of the missions given to them by the Bermurans.
“Experience is a good thing,” Changkun said as he left the room, lighting up a cigarette.
“In my previous life, it was too late when I realized how valuable slaves were. They were all dead.”
“Y-yes. That’s right, sir.”
As he walked out, all the slaves on standby within the city kneeled before him.
“H-have you had a good time, sir?!”
“Have you had a good time, sir?!”
When he was in Barkatu, one of Changkun’s rules was that all slaves not doing any labor needed to come out to serve Changkun. And, of course, all of them were shaking in terror. They were standing right outside his room, listening to the screams from within as Changkun was enjoying his ‘good time’.
“You… bastard!!!”
“Huh?”
Changkun turned and saw a young man brandishing a scimitar, charging at him while crying. It was faster than he expected, but…
“Oh, that was quite good.”
Changkun grabbed the blade effortlessly.
“It’s good considering the fact that you are a slave. Have you collected coins secretly? The sword… is about D-?”
He guessed as he held the blade using just his fingers.
“Are you a brother? Or a boyfriend?”
“Y-you…!”
“Oh well. Who cares?”
Changkun then raised his other hand in a fist. The young man realized his fate.
“I need a ‘show’ each time I come anyway.”
The young man’s anger turned to fear.
“Thank you for volunteering.”
In the next moment, nobody could clearly see how many times the young man spun in the sky as he was struck by Changkun’s fist. Slaves or overseers did not have the ability to see such a thing, and Changkun wasn’t interested.
It was impressive strength. He was, after all, one of the top six leaders in the ‘Circle’.
He also had a powerful god at his side who was not supposed to have come down at this stage. Earth had power inflation and Changkun was one of those who benefited from it.
“Five? Six?” Changkun guessed, acting as if he wasn’t interested and looked around. He felt really good.
‘This is it.’
After he came back, the world was like heaven to him. He wasn’t interested in becoming the best. He was a beast who liked looking ‘down’, not ‘up’. Why did he need to become strongest? He just needed enough strength to acquire what he had in his previous life.
There were already so many weak ones.
“I feel alive each time I see you all,” he said to the people. It was very true indeed.
“So, everyone! Don’t be discouraged that you are weak! You ARE a member of the Circle. The one and only, and perfect in every sense. Unlike before, because of you, our organization will achieve greatness.”
He wanted to speak more but stopped.
“Well, I guess you will feel burdened if I stay any longer..”
That’s when he heard a shout.
“L-leader!”
It was an overseer running towards him. More men were coming behind him while carrying someone.
Changkun knew him; it was Jung Duhoon. He was a bit better than the other overseers that watched over the slaves.
“Summarize it,” he snapped. The overseer, who was explaining what happened in detail, stopped.
“Uh, the gathering team was ambushed in Ragova Forest and this guy…”
“Slaves?”
“Yes?”
In the next moment, the overseer’s leg was broken. Changkun spoke again.
“And the slaves?”
Another overseer answered immediately.
“Uh, other than one slave that brought him over here… all of them scattered or…”
“…Where is that slave?”
The overseer turned pale and before he could speak, “I just asked in case.”
Changkun grasped his head and tightened his grip.
“You would have fared better if you were a slave.”
He crushed the overseer’s skull. The one with a broken leg gasped at the sight.
Changkun then picked up Duhoon’s body.
“…It’s clean.”
There were no signs of being ambushed. Changkun closed his eyes and placed his nose against Duhoon’s body and called to his master.
His master, Grava – the God of Hunt, answered.
<<Divine Power: Hound’s Nose>>
Hound’s Nose granted a sense of smell at the level of a superhuman. Changkun sniffed. There was one more smell coming from Duhoon.
‘Him.’
Changkun threw him away and began running. He was after the smell.
‘Your plan wasn’t bad.’
However, he was just not lucky to have met him. No matter where the target hid, it was impossible to hide from Changkun’s sense of smell. Changkun jumped and landed on a 3-story building. The target was at the center of the roof.
“Heeeyah!”
Changkun struck the floor with his fist. The roof was destroyed, and Changkun saw the target.
“…?!”
The target was looking at him, already dead.
And before Changkun’s fist touched the dead body, he also caught the glimpse of a man flying at him and felt shocked.
The kick from Dohyuk crushed Changkun’s left cheek and broke four of his teeth.
“…Ugh.”
Dohyuk stared as Changkun hit the wall.
“I won’t do this twice.”
Dohyuk landed. He was naked, his body drenched with scented oil.
It was a simple trick. He killed one of the overseers and dressed him in his clothes. Then, he covered his scent by using scented oil. But he didn’t think of this idea until five minutes ago.
“…!”
As he rose up, Changkun seemed to be in great shock.
“…How did I know?”
Dohyuk readied himself to fight and spoke the truth.
Just until a few minutes ago, when he jumped over the city wall, he didn’t know anything. He didn’t know a man named Kang Changkun was here, or which god he served, or the power the god possessed.
But…
“I know the landlord here.”
And with that, Dohyuk charged.
After all, it wasn’t only a strip show that he had prepared.