Level 4 Human in a Ruined World - Chapter 204

Chapter 204

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Chapter 204: Dreaming Dictator (2)

“Dream Car…? Can Kim Jong-un really use such words?”

As Seongbuk’s Strongest Sword, Lee Yoobin, muttered from afar while observing the situation, Songpa’s Oh Yeonhee, standing right beside her, replied with a click of her tongue.

“Get a grip and look at the sky.”

With that, she swung her sword above her head, slicing a Mercedes-Benz in half.

Crash!

The ‘Benz Rain’ summoned by Kim Jong-un began pouring down to where Seoul’s Strongest Swords were standing.

Whoosh!

The scene of vehicles weighing over 2 tons falling from the sky… no, pouring down like artillery fire, was not only astonishing but also terrifying.

“Hey, this seems dangerous.”

Gwanak’s Jo Sangik panicked as he watched Benz cars flying three at a time above his head.

“W-What on earth is happening?”

“Watch out!”

Crash, bang!

As the Benz cars crashed mercilessly into the ground, shattering into pieces, the Strongest Swords realized this was not something they could just laugh off and stiffened their expressions.

“Split them before they fall!”

Someone from the audience shouted, drawing their swords, and from then on, the Strongest Swords began showcasing their extraordinary skills by splitting the rapidly flying Benzes with their swords.

“Darn, was becoming a Strongest Sword all for surviving Benz baptisms?”

Dongdaemun’s Jang Jeongho, with a bitter laugh, clashed his sword against a Benz that came to chop off his head.

Crash!

Fortunately, it was a relief that outside Cheongdam Park, Benzes weren’t falling down elsewhere.

Of course, to the dictators visiting South Korea, this was an incredibly unpleasant situation.

「This crazy bastard is going to replace something like this with a nuclear weapon?」

Kim Il-sung frowned deeply.

Meanwhile, Kim Jong-il, with an expression of disbelief, stared blankly at his son’s ‘dream’.

「Is this really all your dream amounts to?」

At that, although Kim Jong-un wore a face of embarrassment, he didn’t just passively accept it.

「…Father, when you think about it, aren’t you not much different?」

He pointed out his father’s history of indulging in pleasure despite knowing that the people were starving to death.

「What? You little…」

Kim Jong-il and Kim Jong-un.

As the two clashed fiercely, Kim Il-sung, who was between them, erupted in anger and once again took control of the situation.

「Shut up, you bastards!」

「…!」

「Oh, Father.」

Then, Kim Il-sung turned his head to the south.

「…」

It was clear he was looking towards the rows of apartment complexes in Gangnam.

“…Don’t act up.”

Understanding Kim Il-sung’s intentions, Yeongwoo quickly pushed himself into his line of sight.

It meant not even attempting to enter the city center before breaking his own will.

But Kim Il-sung just chuckled lowly at Yeongwoo, who was now left alone.Ne/w novel chapt𝒆rs are published on no/vel(/bin(.)co/m

「I still remember when you couldn’t do anything even with two arms.”

At this, Yeongwoo silently reached out his left hand and retrieved the Bastard lying on the other side.

Swish, thud!

As he did so, Kim Jong-il, still haunted by the trauma of the Bastard, trembled his eyelids.

Wasn’t it a sword that once almost slit his throat?

But Kim Il-sung no longer cared about the safety of these two ugly offspring.

「I will turn this land into a battlefield today.」

With that, he confidently took his first step towards the south.

Crash!

Under his feet, there was a loud noise, and chunks of metal shattered.

「…?」

Kim Il-sung lowered his head to look at the debris, and soon he saw it.

His grandson’s dream cars had already turned the area into a sea of Benzes.

「Oh, damn it.」

Finally losing his composure, Kim Il-sung unintentionally cursed, and in that moment, Yeongwoo, holding the Bastard in his left hand, sprang into action.

Clang!

The Joseon’s Strongest Sword rushed towards Kim Il-sung, leaping over the heaps of Benzes piled up all around.

This surreal scene was witnessed not only by the surrounding Strongest Swords but also by hundreds of Gangnam residents.

“…Huh?”

“What, what’s happening?”

When Kim Jong-un’s dream cars poured down, some Gangnam residents who witnessed it rushed over from the downtown area.

Of course, from the perspective of Yeongwoo and the Strongest Swords, the residents’ approach was a significant penalty, but for now, no one paid any attention.

Because.

Clang, clang!

Just as Yeongwoo had used two Benzes as springboards to leap high into the air, everyone was too busy watching him rush towards Kim Il-sung.

“Wow!”

“Whoa…!”

Everyone was too focused on Yeongwoo, who had jumped towards Kim Il-sung, to pay attention to anything else, including Yeongwoo himself.

“This, this battle! Sponsored by the universal weapon brand, Dogo…!”

The sudden advertisement came out rushed and belatedly.

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– Before major battles, it must be announced aloud that the fight is supported by Dogo.

This is a business promise.

Moreover, since the chairman is currently searching the universe for a weapon encyclopaedia, we must also keep our promises.

“I am Joseon’s Strongest Sword, Jeong Yeongwoo 07! I am the advertising model for ‘Dogo’…!”

As Yeongwoo soared, even transcending languages, a pattern of Dogo’s symbol spread out like a rainbow from the tear in his right sleeve, following the blood flowing out.

「……?」

「Dogo?」

「What?」

At this, the three generations of North Korea’s dictators collectively widened their six eyes and looked at the approaching Joseon’s Strongest Sword with a red trajectory.

It was indeed innovative for an outsider to fly around, spewing blood and strange lines, but above all.

「Dogo…!」

「No wonder, there was indeed a backing!」

The shock came from understanding the meaning of “Dogo” completely through Yeongwoo’s pronunciation of a transcendent language.

Dogo, the universal weapon brand led by Chairman Dogo.

At the same time, he was the advertiser for Joseon’s Strongest Sword Jeong Yeongwoo and the perpetrator who handed over the problematic forbidden weapon, the ‘Bastard’.

Because they understood all of this at once, their brains, totaling three, were overloaded one after another.

And in the meantime.

Crash!

Yeongwoo had reached right in front of Kim Il-sung’s head.

「This damned…!」

As usual, Kim Il-sung blocked Yeongwoo’s face-strike with his golden Geumgangjeo.

Clang!

However, the martial art Yeongwoo was currently wielding was not Joseon’s swordsmanship but Rohm’s Bottom technique.

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And since the martial arts of these alien prisoners were centered around combat rather than swords in the first place.

Swish!

As soon as Yeongwoo’s sword was blocked, he struck Kim Il-sung’s finger joint holding the golden Geumgangjeo.

Crack!

「Ah…!」

With a single blow, Kim Il-sung, whose index and middle fingers were broken, grimaced, and at that moment.

Clang!

The golden Geumgangjeo rolled off from Kim Il-sung’s right hand.

「You, you bastard! Grandfather!」

「Father! We have to stop him!」

The two remaining dictators screamed as they watched the golden Geumgangjeo fall.

But Kim Il-sung, experiencing excruciating pain he had never felt before in his life, just closed his eyes tightly.

「Ah, really!」

In the end, Kim Jong-un made another ‘coup d’état’.

Swoosh.

He pushed aside his grandfather’s head and took over the forefront.

Then.

「Argh……!」

This time, Kim Jong-un also felt unbearable pain in his fingers.

「Ugh……!」

Feeling pain beyond imagination, Kim Jong-un tightly closed his eyes along with his grandfather.

And seeing this, Kim Jong-il, instead of moving to the forefront, took a deep breath and closed his eyes firmly.

There was always something to learn from the past.

「Haa……」

Sensing that he too could become such a spectacle, he had already declared his surrender.

Although it was a choice that seemed cowardly, it was a great relief for Yeongwoo and everyone in Gangnam.

Crash!

In the meantime, Yeongwoo, who had fallen to the ground, not with his feet but with both knees and chin, was because his left foot had shattered into pieces while breaking Kim Il-sung’s finger just before.

“Ughh!”

Now, all that remained for Yeongwoo were his left arm and right foot.

But thanks to that.

【Depending on the degree of limb loss, power increases up to a maximum of 80%.】

The effect of ‘body loss’ had increased to the maximum of 80%.

‘Now, if I just cut his throat, it’s over.’

As Yeongwoo prepared to slash Kim Il-sung’s Achilles tendon, a hologram of violet color swinging a sword in that direction was visible.

Seeing this, Yeongwoo pushed forward with his only functioning right foot and slid forward as if slipping.

Crash!

Then.

Swoosh!

In an instant, he slashed the right Achilles tendon of the golden Geumgangjeo, which had approached right in front of him.

Crash!

As the blade of the Bastard cut the blue Achilles tendon, the pattern of Dogo was embroidered gorgeously along its trajectory, firmly identifying who Yeongwoo’s ‘backer’ was.

And next.

「Ah…!」

Kim Jong-un, who was occupying the body, screamed as he tilted his body, unable to stand up anymore with one ankle severed.

Crash!

Finally, Kim Jong-un buried himself in the ground covered with his own ‘dream cars’.

Kwa-aang!

As he collapsed with his body sprawled out, the Benzes wedged on the outskirts of the area jumped into the air, sparkling with their silver marks.

「Aah…」

Amidst the pain from his broken finger joints, Kim Jong-un struggled to lift one eyelid.

Then, amidst the ‘dreams’ he had invoked himself.

「Huh!」

A streak of something soaring through the air caught his attention.

“Diiieee!”

In an instant, his vision was engulfed by an enraged face.

As Kim Jong-un locked eyes with Joseon’s Strongest Sword, the Bastard impaled him on the neck.

Kwaak!

「No!!」

Startled, Kim Jong-il hastily changed the position of his head, but Yeongwoo, who had already drawn the sword, seemed to be waiting for it.

“You too, follow your son.”

「This…!」

Unable to walk properly anymore, but still able to move his other arms.

Kim Jong-il tried to grab Yeongwoo clinging to his chest, but as he did, the Bastard descended vertically once again.

Kwa-aak!

Piercing through Kim Jong-il’s neck.

“Next.”

Yeongwoo drew the sword again and called out to Kim Il-sung, who was trembling below.

Practically a death sentence.

However, as before, he closed his eyes tightly and showed no reaction.

“Surely he’s not pretending to be dead…?”

Yeongwoo leaned over to look at Kim Il-sung’s face attached to the side.

Then, disengaging from the three dictators’ grandiose bodies, he glanced around.

Perhaps it was to confirm whether his ‘friends’ were still present in this world.

‘They must have all left.’

Confirming that Yeong-tae and Tae-jun had returned to the returnee’s room, Yeongwoo looked up at the sky.

“Earth, 482-182-3273-92. Requesting artillery fire, General.”

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