<The Demon Lord of the Swordsmanship Family Chapter 108>
After personally demonstrating and briefly explaining, Yeon Su-ji stepped back.
“Take it easy on the first day and just look around.”
With those words, she took a step back, and Park Ki-hyuk and the group wandered around the city as if they were just casual pedestrians.
They saw schoolchildren in uniforms, couples, clusters of office workers, and already some customers drinking alcohol.
The city at night was a little different. For one, it was noisier.
Curious why the night was louder than the day, there were many drunkards. People who had become tipsy were shouting, “I’m drunk!” in loud voices, almost like advertisements.
So, what were the impressions?
“There’s nothing special, is there?”
“That’s right. It’s pretty normal.”
Indeed, there was nothing extraordinary—just the everyday life they always saw.
What exactly were they supposed to be observing? No one knew. While everyone was feeling confused, Yeon Su-ji appeared as if she’d been waiting.
“Average, right? You’re correct. This is what normal people’s cities look like—appropriately chaotic and bustling. Remember this scene well because it might not be this way starting tomorrow. Hmm… Time to dismiss. Get plenty of rest tonight.”
With these cryptic words, Yeon Su-ji turned around and left.
The next day, the group split up and worked with the police.
As the police stations emptied, Yeon Su-ji’s final reminder rang out:
“Things will be different from here on out.”
Turns out, she was right.
The moment the police station doors closed, radios rang out in unison.
The world was louder than anyone could have imagined. It was just that most people didn’t notice it.
Han Jun-woo and the police were dashing through the streets.
“Jun-woo.”
“I understand.”
Following the path indicated by the policeman, Han Jun-woo raced down an alley.
– d*mn it, this is Group One. Lost them. Need tracking now.
– The suspects are fleeing down Third Street. I repeat, Third Street…
‘Third Street…’
A mental map formed in Han Jun-woo’s mind.
Park Ki-hyuk had always taught him to “view the battlefield three-dimensionally,” and after much rigorous training with him, Han Jun-woo learned to broaden his perspective.
What was the shortest route to Third Street from here?
‘This way.’
As soon as the decision was made, his body moved.
He leapt off a wall, landed gracefully, and then ran across the top of a fence.
When the fence ended, he propelled himself onto the side of a building, using mana to scale it.
An acrobatic movement that was graceful like a gymnast, but his speed rivaled that of a sprinter.
In one swift move, Han Jun-woo ascended to the roof and from there, became a long jumper leaping across buildings.
By the time he landed on the fifth building, he heard voices.
“Huff, huff! You’re tougher than I thought!”
“It’s easy for you! All we had to do was grab and go, right?”
“f*ck! I didn’t expect this either. If you have time to talk, just run! Once we reach ‘Town,’ we’ll be safe!”
A trio of jewel thieves.
They incapacitated the shop owner with a ‘Sleep’ spell and swept up the jewels.
However, these amateur thieves didn’t realize the jewelry store had a ‘Mana Sensor.’
This sensor activated if mana was used inside the store and would automatically alert the authorities if the owner didn’t confirm everything was fine within a specified time.
This was why they were now being chased.
“It’s no use, let’s split. You and I will take the lead.”
“But someone might get hurt…”
“sh*t! If we get caught, we’re dead!”
“What if we just leave the goods behind?”
“Are you insane? If we don’t pay the tribute, we’re dead no matter what.”
“sh*t! Why did we even start this in the first place?”
Deciding that enough was enough, the trio charged forward with determination.
The intention was clear: smash through anyone blocking their path. Han Jun-woo had been observing quietly, but now changed his mind.
“Stop moving.”
Han Jun-woo dropped from the rooftop.
Softly landing without raising even a speck of dust, like a feather.
Pointing his sword at the trio.
“This is your last chance. Surrender now, and you won’t get hurt.”
The uneasy eyes of the trio wavered.
Finally, with fiery gazes, they made the worst possible choice.
“Dieeee!!”
The first one, who seemed to have enhanced physical abilities, charged, accompanied by a ‘Sleep’ spell. Meanwhile, another pulled out a dagger and aimed at Han Jun-woo.
A coordinated attack. Surprisingly professional for amateurs.
But at best, they were still amateurs.
Han Jun-woo’s sword moved with eerie slowness.
Swish.
“Huh?”
In one strike, the leading attacker lost his wrist.
Swish.
In a second strike, the mage who launched the ‘Sleep’ spell lost his wrist too.
The third kn*fe he hurled was then…
“Gasp.”
Accurately bounced back, embedding itself into the final member’s shoulder.
The trio thrashed on the ground, crying and pleading for mercy.
“Tch, what do you think you’re doing with that level of skill?”
Too easy. So easy it was almost boring. The fight wasn’t even worth breaking a sweat.
Han Jun-woo reported over the radio.
“It’s Han Jun-woo. I’ve captured the group of three jewel thieves.”
– Thank you very much. We’ll be there soon.
Taking a breath after the arrest, the radio crackled again.
– Han Jun-woo, there’s been a new incident! Two superhumans have started fighting…
No time to rest.
Han Jun-woo sprinted through the alleys again.
At the same time, Merhem and Jin Yu-ri were also running.
“Why can’t you fly?”
“Because Yu-ri hasn’t been given a flight permit.”
“I mean, as long as we don’t cause damage, it should be fine! Flying won’t harm anyone, right? Doesn’t it work that way?”
“Energetic, aren’t you? Just focus on preparation.”
“Alright.”
With a slight nod to the waiting police forces, the two of them rushed to the scene.
One of the officers approached them.
“You arrived so quickly.”
“Is this the place?”
“Yes, this is the site where the drugs are being manufactured.”
“It’s so factory-like, I assumed it would be a real factory.”
Instead of a factory, all Jin Yu-ri saw was a common apartment building.
Just based on appearances, opening the main door would most likely lead to studio apartments or maybe two-room units.
The drug dealers were reportedly producing and smuggling drugs to clubs, bars, and nightspots from here.
Trash. Jin Yu-ri’s eyes turned fierce.
“The report said they’re resisting?”
“Yes, you’ll hear gunfire once you step inside the magic barrier that blocks sound.”
The sounds of gunfire came as they entered the sound barrier.
Bang-bang!!
“sh**t, sh**t!”
“Don’t come any closer! I’ll blow this place up! We’re all going to d*e together!”
The gang was resisting fiercely and unexpectedly, their scale of operation larger than anticipated.
“What exactly do they mean by ‘blow this place up’?”
“They claim to have a bomb planted and are saying they’ll detonate it. They also have hostages, it seems.”
“Hostages?”
“They appear to be students living nearby.”
“Ahhh…”
The situation was clear.
Jin Yu-ri glanced at Merhem.
“Mary.”
“I’ve already started.”
Merhem’s shamanic magic quietly spread through the building.
Currently, the factory was surrounded by a ‘shield’ cast by the gang.
But magic was one thing, and Merhem was a shaman. Shamanism and magic were fundamentally distinct powers, and her abilities had infiltrated the building, unaffected by the shield.
When Merhem’s eyes lit up with a green glow:
Shamanic Circulation
Disarmament
The spell to disarm all magical enhancements in the area was activated.
Similar to a dispel, but with a critical difference—those who fell victim to it wouldn’t even notice their magic had been undone.
This shamanic dispel reduced power for added subtlety.
Jin Yu-ri immediately dashed forward.
She was enveloped in War Armor ‘Dragonian Model-2’ as she invisibly drilled through the wall into the building.
First priority: securing the hostages.
Taped securely with duct tape, a group of civilians lay on the floor.
“Terrifying, wasn’t it? But now you’re safe.”
The relief was palpable, but one of them, with muffled sounds, seemed to have something urgent to say.
After Jin Yu-ri removed the tape:
“Phew…! My friends were taken!”
Taken?
Silently slipping away into the dark, Jin Yu-ri crept inside the building, moving slowly into the shadows. Moments later, light appeared, and she reached her destination.
The sight that greeted her was horrifying.
n*ked men and women. One of the drugged women had already been bled of her vital essence, her bl**d dripping into a beaker, where various glass tubes led to something being manufactured.
“Hmm, it’s hopeless.”
She had originally intended to subdue them reasonably.
No, they didn’t deserve that.
“Dragonian, lock on.”
A 3D blueprint unfolded in Jin Yu-ri’s vision, pinpointing the locations of the enemies. Targets locked.
Time to…eliminate them.
System Dragonian
Dragon Horn
Dragon Horn
The hatch of the Dragonian system opened, releasing the dragon’s horns—a technique inspired by Jin Do-ha but reinvented by Jin Yu-ri in her own style.
“Hunting time!”
The Dragon’s Horns shot out, aiming at the enemies.
……
…
A while later.
“Excuse me, Jin Yu-ri! You can’t k*ll them! Let go of that person!”
Balancing between the approaching policeman and the mob boss she held in her fist, Jin Yu-ri sighed.
“…Tch. What a shame.”
Reluctantly, she let go.
The man, held by the neck, slumped to the ground, his eyes already rolled back in terror.
Some policemen immediately rushed forward to handcuff him and administer emergency care.
“Jin Yu-ri! This isn’t right. I warned you, didn’t I?”
“So? Did anyone d*e? No!”
“I admit no one died under your hands, but everyone has holes punched through them!”
“That’s…because they were weak. What can I do?”
“Regardless, your methods are too harsh! If this turns into a case of excessive force, it’ll be a headache.”
“Got it, got it. I understand.”
Jin Yu-ri walked past the policeman to approach Merhem.
“Night jobs aren’t a good fit for me.”
“Does anything suit you?”
“Probably, something does… Maybe… Hmm, this sounds familiar…”
“And by the way, I’m worried.”
“About what?”
Merhem glanced around the scene.
“I’m just wondering what Ki-hyuk will say if he sees this.”
“Do you think he’ll k*ll me?”
“Most likely.”
“Hmph.”
She doesn’t know Ki-hyuk yet.
Jin Yu-ri shook her head.
“He won’t k*ll anyone for a purpose.”
Who does someone k*ll for good reasons?
“On the contrary, he’ll probably ask:”
Why did you destroy such valuable assets?
*
“Why destroy something so valuable?”
Dragging the guy pleading for mercy by the hair, I trudged along.
True, it might look a bit excessive.
The responsible police officer nearby stiffened and carefully asked:
“So…”
“Just a check. Confirmation. Something like a confrontation.”
I’m currently in a building at the outskirts of Incheon. Not many people pass by this suburban area.
The officer and I came here on an investigation due to a tip-off that drugs, specifically the trendy ‘Tongking Kong’ were being produced here.
But why, after coming to investigate, is this guy crying for mercy while I’ve wrecked the entire place around him?
Yeah, I decided to clean it up while I’m here.
I knew they’d be weak, but they were even weaker than I expected. I hadn’t planned to destroy the entire den but ended up ransacking it instead.
I tossed the guy in the room; the folks already inside obediently corralled the new arrival into a corner.
With a flick of my finger, a bone chair appeared… oh, it wasn’t just me.
With another flick, a bone chair appeared for the guy who fell to his knees.
“Sit down.”
“Thank you.”
The bone chairs, seating us two, and the bunch of drug manufacturers kneeling on the floor.
A strange tension filled the room, but I decided to jump right into the first question.
“Why is the drug called ‘Tongking Kong’?”
Honestly, I’ve been wondering since earlier. Tongking Kong sounds kind of funny, doesn’t it?
They seemed just as bewildered by this question, muttering without responding until one guy answered diligently.
“T, t… because it makes you jump like King Kong…”
“Aha, that makes sense. Simple. You, come over here and stand next to me.”
Realizing the situation, their eyes darted around nervously.
“The rest is simple. When the officer asks, you answer. If your answers are satisfactory, you go over there. Those still on this side at the end…”
I pointed at the guy radiating a putrid, distinct smell among the already foul souls present. He was the boss of the factory.
With a flick of my finger, he floated in the air. As he flailed helplessly in mid-air:
Bang!
“Urhkkk!”
The ceiling.
Bang!
“Arrgghhhh!”
The floor.
Roughly five back-and-forth tosses.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
When he finally landed, the boss lay sprawled with broken limbs.
“Officer, if I k*ll him…”
“Don’t worry, people don’t d*e easily.”
Another snap of my fingers, and a white hexagram materialized, healing his broken bones with a series of cracks.
The miraculous process of reshaping his form.
Though the accompanying pain would undoubtedly come with it.
But what’s my concern?
Crack, crack.
“Ahhhh!”
Drops of water fell from the sky. Tears, snot, and even urine covered him as he collapsed back onto the pile of his own waste.
“Alright, now you know the drill. Let’s begin.”
The police officer, swallowing hard, picked up his pad and began asking questions one by one.
Every time, desperate hands shot up like fans waiting for their idol’s autograph.
When all questions were finally answered:
Promises kept are promises kept.
“Officer, take those on this side; cuff them and go.”
“Uh, one more thing, if you could. Please don’t k*ll them, really!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep them alive, even if they try to d*e.”
The door closed with a creak, and an eerie silence filled the air.
There was something bothering me all this time, like a fish bone stuck in my throat, nagging and making me uncomfortable.
I threw down a bottle from my pocket, shattering it on the floor.
“Why are you making ‘Soul Extractors’?”
Soul Extractor.
A potion that forcibly extracts souls from a person’s body.
And this…
Is an item used in Black Magic to create ‘sacrifices.’
“Won’t talk? Don’t know? Well, in that case…”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up neatly for you.”
And thus, the first week of our fieldwork came to a close.
