Chapter 241

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Translated by Jinmu

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Intentions to provide nuclear warheads from countries around the world lined up.

Honestly, it’s something I hadn’t even expected.

I was planning to just get about 10 or so shots from America.

A nuclear weapon that has only been used exactly 2 times in actual combat.

And that too only in one country.

However, since then, it has only had value as a strategic nuclear umbrella rather than a weapon for actual combat.

War deterrence, ‘if you shoot, I shoot too’, ‘if you want to die, try me’, it’s for threat purposes like this.

They cannot be easily discarded.

If you’re going to get rid of them, you should get rid of them together.

There have been countless nuclear disarmament agreements up until now.

‘Since it’s troublesome to deal with if we possess them, let’s reduce nukes simultaneously.’

However, they failed to yield satisfactory results.

They’ve only been reading each other’s faces.

But now.

A path has opened up to reduce nuclear weapons very effectively.

It even has a justification.

The invasion of the Black Towers by the Outer God (外神).

If aliens invade, Earthlings should join forces.

If their own country’s nuclear weapons are used in that process, it’s rather a source of pride.

India was the very first to express an intention to provide.

The Korean Awakening Management Administration also responded immediately.

India was designated as the top priority target country for magic gun rentals.

Furthermore, a promise to clear it for them for free when a clear is difficult.

Is that all?

Discounts on items sold at Rajix Corporation and the Awakening Management Administration’s Player Shop too.

Not to be outdone by this, Pakistan also expressed an intention to cooperate.

Following behind, Russia, France, the UK, and even America.

Only China was left out.

What are they trying to do while tightly holding onto their nukes.

When it’s a situation where everyone else is giving them all up.

“It is a trick whose inner thoughts are blatantly obvious, sir.”

“That is so. It seems like an intention for China alone to maintain nuclear hegemony.”

Joo-hyuk thinks so too.

Then Cossack spoke.

“Greenie, the Succubus, the dimensional farmhand, me, please just dispatch these 4 people to China, sir.”

“Wait, what are you going to do there? Detonating a nuke again?”

“Eng? No, sir. I am also a mature civilized person now, sir. I absolutely do not do such acts, sir.”

Then?

“We will cleanly steal them, sir. Greenie will be the mount, the Succubus will put the guards to sleep, I’ll pick the locks, and Rajix will seu-seut.”

“…Didn’t you say you’re a civilized person?”

“But I won’t detonate them, right?”

That’s true.

Well, when everyone else is handing over nuclear warheads without hesitation, hiding them alone is a gloomy and selfish act.

“Let’s decide slowly.”

“Yep!”

Today is the day we receive the first nuclear weapons.

Joo-hyuk went to the Pyeongtaek Osan Base.

The country that expressed their intention to provide them the very first was India.

However, the country that appeared with nuclear warheads the fastest was America.

Joo-hyuk arriving at the US military base together with Jeon Gwang-il.

Upon entering the hangar next to the huge airplane runway.

“Mr. Bong!”

Along with the US soldiers, Secretary MacMillan and Director Antonio were waiting for him.

“Euum, how are you?”

“Haha, we’ve been doing well. Player Bong has been doing well too, right? You must have suffered a lot trying to clear the towers.”

His Korean is good.

When did he practice like that?

“Yes, I’ve been doing well. It was a difficult request, but thank you for giving me your help.”

“You’re welcome. Ah right! The nuclear warheads are prepared, but.”

Large boxes piled up on one side of the hangar.

Roughly over 30.

“It is the 1st batch. If you need more, please just request them at any time.”

“The price is…….”

“Haha, how do you see our America, they are items officially processed as discarded. We should rather give you a disposal fee.”

“Ayu, thank you.”

Got them for free.

“Don’t you need projectiles? Like missiles to transport the nuclear warheads.”

“I don’t need them.”

Even if I ask for one missile launch vehicle, they would probably give it to me, but how do I use it?

There are no satellites in the other world so the coordinate system probably wouldn’t work either.

Using the Gigant is far better.

Filling both hands fully with them, walking confidently, and kwang!

Now let’s take them.

How?

I have to call someone.

Leaving behind the expectant gazes of Secretary MacMillan and Director Antonio.

Joo-hyuk said in a small voice.

“Designated summoning, Rajix.”

Spot!

“Ho-eng!”

Our dimensional farmhand appearing at the US military base.

People let out exclamations.

“Oh-oh-oh!”

“Rajix!”

“Rajix came.”

“Good heavens!”

“To see him in real life.”

“C, can I take a picture?”

The most popular, universal superstar Rajix shrugged and raised his shoulders while puffing out his chest greatly.

“Hu-e-e.”

The greatest beneficiary of this video release.

Since even his name was revealed.

Actually, both MacMillan and Director Antonio personally graced this place to see Rajix directly once.

“Rajix-ssi?”

“Ho-e.”

“Over there on that side, there are big boxes, right. Because they’re nuclear warheads, please put them in carefully.”

“Ho-e-e.”

With his short legs, Rajix toddled (a-jang-a-jang) towards the nuclear warheads.

Then.

“Ho-a-at!”

Tae-aeng! Paeng-geu-reu-reu-reu.

Showing a somersault service once to his fans watching him and.

“Ho-et!!!”

Seu-seut, seu-seu-seut, seu-seu-seu-seu-seut.

The nuclear warhead boxes getting sucked into the subspace backpack.

“U-wa-a-a-a-a!!!”

Jjak-jjak-jjak-jjak.

Enthusiastic applause poured out.

A subspace storage show that only Rajix can do.

“Hu-ek!!!”

A roar firmly resounding inside the hangar.

Chal-kak! Chal-kak! Chal-kak!

The smartphone camera sounds constantly ringing out.

“Good work. See you later.”

“Ho-eng!”

Summon release.

Spot!

Taking the first step in collecting nuclear warheads.

Now India, Pakistan, Russia, Europe… they will consecutively load nuclear weapons and come to Korea.

‘……There will be a surplus.’

Well, what does it matter?

Even if there are leftovers, I can just detonate all of them and come back.

The world’s greatest nuclear possessor.

A walking strategic weapon.

However, the nuclear weapons are solely for the Grand Journey missions carried out in the dimensions connected to the towers.

Just because I have these, it doesn’t mean all problems are solved.

Especially the Archangel.

That guy is coming to kill me.

If so, where is the place the confrontation with the Archangel will occur?

Inside the tower.

Or outside the tower.

Regardless of where the confrontation with the Archangel takes place, it should be seen that nukes cannot be used.

Through a method other than nukes.

Well, since the summoned entities’ abilities have skyrocketed, there’s nothing to worry about but.

However, the principle of tower clearing Joo-hyuk established.

An overwhelming smooth sailing clear.

A comfortable clear without a single inch of anxiety.

For this, something more is needed.

A certain means capable of making the Archangel go puk! and jjik! and be squashed completely.

The Judge’s Mallet can play that role, but still, this is insufficient, so…….

‘Should I just firmly completely buy the Godslayer’s Long Spear?’

The 2.5 billion one.

I think giving it to Gobang or Bardin would be fine.

‘…Let’s go back and think about it.’

Anyway, the 1st business is concluded.

Next?

There is something America asked for while handing over the nuclear warheads.

It’s not something difficult either, so I plan to grant it.

“Secretary-nim, you requested a tour of Earth No. 675, right?”

“Ah! That is correct. Would it be possible?”

“Of course. You have to enter the tower first though.”

“…But we cannot enter the tower because we are not players.”

“It’s okay. Because it has no relation to whether you are awakened or not.”

Ordinary people cannot enter the Black Towers.

But they can enter the White Tower.

As long as they have an admission ticket.

“Please take one of these each.”

“Yes? This paper is…….”

“Called a 1-day Experience Ticket, it’s an item that allows you to enter the White Tower for just one day.”

“Uh-uh.”

MacMillan and Antonio opening their surprised eyes roundly.

To think it’s the White Tower.

Joo-hyuk handed out the experience ticket papers one by one.

Seu-seut. Seu-seut.

Names getting engraved automatically.

“Heok!”

“Th, this is?”

What are you so surprised about.

“Did an entry skill appear for you?”

“Yes, it appeared.”

“Me too.”

It was a shock.

They hadn’t even awakened, yet a status window appeared.

“If 24 hours pass, the status window will disappear as well.”

“Euum, yes yes.”

“First of all, let’s go in. You just need to shout ’17th floor entry’.”

MacMillan and Antonio did as Joo-hyuk instructed.

Saying ‘entry’ internally.

Spot! Spot! Spot…….

They, who entered the White Tower’s 17th floor.

The spectacle seen as soon as they entered was towering large buildings and dozens of Gigants.

“…….”

“…….”

Both MacMillan and Antonio forgot what to say.

In this astounding situation, what more words are needed?

* * *

A world in a faraway parallel universe.

The Netherworld Realm’s Karma Fire Palace called the afterlife.

The God (神) of the Netherworld Realm, King Yama, puffing (ppeo-kkeum-ppeo-kkeum) on a filtered cigarette and completely engrossed in watching movies on a tablet.

“Eu-heum, does this end in this kind of way too?”

The tablet received after meeting Great Hero Bong in the Demon Realm.

It’s not a new item.

A used item.

To speak accurately, it was a tablet that had downloaded contents for permanent collection so they could be viewed offline as well.

What a precious item is it?

He even received cigarettes he could smoke without worries for 5 months.

The only cost was an old mallet covered in hand marks.

For a mallet, he just needs to procure a new one.

Compared to this immense gift, it’s endlessly trivial.

So he just always feels sorry.

“If I can see him again, I should properly repay the favor…….”

It was then.

Bu-reu-reung, bu-reung, bu-uk, bu-reu-reuk!

A bike engine sound heard from outside.

“Ikeu!”

It’s that guy.

‘Why did he come here again?’

Hurriedly putting out the cigarette, and hiding the tablet too.

Before he knew it, the Sword Immortal rushing into the Karma Fire Palace.

“Hey, Yama. Long time no see.”

Haa, that scoundrel bastard.

“I don’t think I told you to come though? Is this your house?”

“Heo-eo, are you sulking?”

“I am not sulking, you damned bastard!”

“Ehh, you easily get angry, you’ll get an illness caused by anger like that.”

“If I don’t see your face, there won’t be any reason for me to get an illness caused by anger either! So please just fuck off. It is a request.”

The Sword Immortal narrowed his eyes.

Why is this old man overreacting like this?

There’s something.

He slowly opened his eyes and ears and searched the Karma Fire Palace.

‘…Eung?’

This cigarette smell.

It’s not that scent mixed heavily with impurities like a long-pipe cigarette.

A scent as if it had been filtered once.

Then?

‘It’s a filtered cigarette.’

It’s strange.

Earth-made filtered cigarettes should have been prohibited from being sold in the shopping mall by the Poison Immortal (毒仙) due to the Heavenly Beings’ health.

Where did he get this?

Is it smuggling?

‘…Wait!’

Could this perhaps be?

“Yama!”

“…Eeu-eung? What is it?”

“What were you doing just before? It seemed like you were watching a movie.”

“Wh, why are you curious about that? Whether someone el, else watches a movie or not.”

“That thing right behind you, isn’t that a tablet? Why did you hide it?”

This bastard, did he notice?

“It’s something I purchased at the shopping mall. What about it?”

“It’s not our Earth’s item though?”

“…Uh.”

“Could it be Great Hero Bong’s Earth’s item?”

Caught.

If I knew the Sword Immortal bastard was going to come, I should have hidden it deeper inside.

“You did, you did it. You traded. Smuggled!”

“…….”

“Where did you meet him?”

“…….”

Damn it!

“Did you perhaps open the door to Great Hero Bong’s Earth yourself?”

“On, on the contrary, there’s no way.”

“Then where?”

Hu-u.

After sighing.

“…I met him in the Demon Realm.”

“Please speak in detail.”

King Yama explaining what happened in the Demon Realm to the Sword Immortal.

“Heo-eo, it was there. They say it’s dark under the lamp (it’s easy to miss what’s right in front of you), the Demon Realm was the connecting link.”

Actually, the Sword Immortal had also crossed dimensions several times to meet Great Hero Bong again.

However, the places that came out were only worlds of magic or Jianghu.

He could never again go to a place similar to Earth.

So out of frustration, he came looking for King Yama.

Since he learned the dimensional movement conjuration from King Yama.

“Come come, instead of doing this, let’s open the Demon Realm’s door. Since I have business with Great Hero Bong anyway.”

King Yama shaking his head vigorously (do-ri-do-ri).

“No.”

“Euing? What is wrong? Oho! You want to monopolize Great Hero Bong all to yourself?”

“That is not it.”

“Look at this lump of greed? After extorting those precious items for giving just a mere mallet.”

“Kkeu-eung, this judge admits it too but.”

“If you admit it, open it quickly.”

“The Demon Realm is blocked due to causality. Because I ran wild a bit severely.”

The Sword Immortal’s expression crumpling (pak).

It’s understandable.

“…Tteut.”

King Yama is a God of another world.

In a place that is not his territory, he is an existence that disrupts the laws of that place.

Actually, it’s the same for the Sword Immortal.

Although not as much as King Yama, staying in a specific dimension for a long time is not allowed.

The more you grow your influence, the shorter your staying time gradually becomes and.

“Haa, when I had even plucked monkey hairs plentifully wanting to give them to my Great Hero Bong.”

“Hey, cut it out with plucking the poor monkey’s hairs properly. He is a Buddha in name nonetheless.”

“He’s half Buddha, half Yokai so what! And they grow back quickly.”

It was weighing on my mind even without that.

Great Hero Bong is a person carrying the duty of saving the world on his shoulders too.

“Is it because I was greedy for Earth items? It is because I am regretful for giving only inadequate help when I am an Immortal in name.”

King Yama smiling mockingly (pi-sik) and saying.

“If you’re really going to be like that, why don’t you open the door?”

“Do you think I haven’t tried? When the location can’t be specified.”

Opening a dimensional door.

Opening it randomly without specifying the location is not difficult.

Cutting through a dimensional rift and entering inside it is enough.

However, if you specify the location, the story completely changes.

Finding a grain of sand on a sandy beach.

An ordinary grain of sand whose size and shape are no different.

Last time when the Sword Immortal went to the place called the Black Tower, there was Great Hero Bong’s calling.

So the location was specified, and he was able to cut through the dimensional space with his sword and meet him.

But there was no calling since that time.

Since the location cannot be specified, he couldn’t go to the place where Great Hero Bong is ever again and.

“If you are lucky, you might be able to find it, and if you find it, you should be able to open one very small hole.”

“Hole? You mean a smuggling hole?”

“Yeah, that.”

The Sword Immortal found it tempting.

“How do I do it?”

“Close your eyes.”

The Sword Immortal who closed his eyes following King Yama’s instruction.

Seu-u-ung.

Netherworld Realm energy seeping into the Sword Immortal’s body.

“With this, what…….”

“Gal! Concentrate! Where is the place you놈(bastard) stayed the longest?”

The place I stayed the longest.

It’s not the Black Tower.

Great Hero Bong’s residence.

The White Tower 17th floor where his subordinates live.

“If traces of adept energy remain in that place…….”

“I, is there a chance adept energy remains until now?”

“Didn’t you say you gave him the Immortal Peach and came back?”

“With a petty Immortal Peach like…….”

“Shut up! Do you think an Immortal Peach is just a mere fruit? It is a precious material (bopae) that holds the string of fate in and of itself.”

That is true, but.

“First lift your sword and sever space. Throw open the rift of dimensions!”

“Euum.”

It can’t be helped.

I should try doing exactly as instructed.

I don’t know if it will work out, but.

The Sword Immortal lifting his sword and severing space.

Seo-geok!

At the same time.

Jjeo-eok.

The rift of space splitting apart.

“Send adept energy flowing towards the rift. With all your might.”

“A, alright.”

Will it really work?

It’s a vast and wide universe.

Do you think I don’t know science just because I’m the Sword Immortal.

The universe is precisely a place where even if you go hundreds of millions of light-years at the speed of light, it’s basically the same spot.

Calculated by probability, it’s one in hundreds of millions.

Finding Great Hero Bong’s Earth again is slimmer than winning the lottery.

“Find it! The trace of the energy you놈(bastard) left behind and came back from.”

“…….”

Ssu-uk.

Adept energy dramatically draining out in lumps.

However, it was absurdly insufficient to handle this vast universe.

“Euk.”

My strength is already rapidly draining completely.

“…Keu-heu-heuk.”

At that sight, King Yama broadly smiling (ssi-ig) on the inside.

‘Stupid bastard. Is there a chance it would work out?’

Do you think opening the door to a specific dimension is that easy, no matter how small the hole is.

It was difficult to even open the door to Earth connected with the Netherworld Realm.

And that was even when the location was specified.

It was a task that was possible after taking a considerably long time.

Let alone opening the door to Great Hero Bong’s Earth, which has absolutely no relation to this place?

This is all to make a fool out of the Sword Immortal.

Bastard, wandering around frivolously (chol-rang-chol-rang).

I’ll take this opportunity to completely drain his soul.

I’ll make him lie down in a back room and groan in pain (gol-gol-geo-ri-ge) for at least a month or more.

“Concentrate! Pour in your adept energy!”

“Keu-euk.”

“Gal!!! Endure it!”

It was then.

Seu-reu-reuk, the Sword Immortal’s hand going up.

“Eung?”

He lifted his finger and stabbed a point in mid-air.

Pu-uk!

Jjing!

A very small hole the size of a finger was created.

And the scent of adept energy blooming through the hole.

“…Uh?”

What’s going on here?

‘H, he opened it?’

Really?

As if he lost all his strength, the Sword Immortal collapsing on the floor with a thud (teol-sseok).

‘This crazy bastard.’

But this is not the time for this.

The size of the hole was gradually decreasing in size.

“What are you doing? The hole you made is going to disappear.”

“…H, hole you say, what did I do?”

It seems he doesn’t even remember what he did himself.

It seems he really poured in his soul’s strength.

“What did you say the item to deliver to Great Hero Bong was?”

“Th, this.”

The Sword Immortal, searching his bosom with trembling hands and taking out a clump of golden fur.

King Yama quickly took and held the fur clump.

After that, he compressed it to fit the hole’s size, and tied it tightly with hair so the furs wouldn’t scatter, and then.

When he placed it right into the hole the Sword Immortal created, sso-ok!

At the same time, the dimensional hole closing seu-reu-reu-reuk.

“Heo-heo.”

That’s a relief.

It wasn’t late.

‘To think there’s a coincidence like this.’

It’s astounding.

How could this be.

A blind turtle comes up to the surface of the ocean once every hundred years, and right at that time a wooden board with a hole pierced in it is drifting on the ocean, and the probability of the blind turtle’s head popping right up through the hole in that wooden board.

It just means it’s impossible.

He probably wouldn’t be able to do it twice.

Nevertheless, he is definitely an amazing bastard.

Even though he’s panting on the floor having exhausted his energy.

“Dong-bin-a.”

“…Wh, why are you calling my name? D, do not pretend to be close with me.”

“Okay, Sword Immortal. Do you perhaps not have any thought of taking on the position of King Yama?”

“T, totally n… n, not a chance. I, I must wash my ears.”

Arrogant bastard.

What’s wrong with the position of King Yama?

Still, his talent in one area is totally amazing.

How did he really open it?

Even if it’s a small hole that quickly closes.

* * *

White Tower 17th floor.

Farmer Duu frowned his forehead.

Because a strange thing was hanging on the tip of the Immortal Peach tree branch.

It looks like a fur clump, but what in the world is it?

I should report it to the Summoner first.