Chapter 716

〈 Chapter 716: Part 2, Chapter 5, Episode 10 〉

An evacuation order had been issued for the London area. Numerous dimensional gate observers estimated with about a 99% probability that the <Penril of Gale Gate> would open, casting an ominous tension over London.

The populace had evacuated entirely, leaving behind only heroes, hired hunters ready to confront the gate, and soldiers assembled to maintain order in the city.

“Hoo boy, what a mess this is.”

We hadn’t evacuated from London. Instead, the two of us hid within the winds as we wandered through its alleys. Penril, currently possessing Park Ra-on’s body, swiftly guided me toward the British Museum.

“Everyone’s already evacuated.”

Right now, it wasn’t Penril carrying me. She had decided to rest until the “main event” began, while Ra-on was pre-experiencing the power of an SS-Rank Special Ability.

“Ra-on, there are people over there.”

“Huh? You mean there are still folks who didn’t heed the evacuation orders?”

Ra-on signaled to me with her eyes, clearly wanting to rescue them. However, I firmly shook my head to prevent her from making the wrong choice.

“A war has broken out in London, yet they didn’t flee. Why do you think that is?”

“…Because they couldn’t escape?”

Ra-on had personally witnessed the events in Seoul. She recalled how many individuals remained to protect the city despite endless waves of monsters descending from the north.

It was called the “Trash Quota System.” Around 20-30% of any group would always act against proper instructions or situations.

In gaming terms, if five people gathered, one of them was bound to be useless. The game developers cleverly embedded this concept so that among every five individuals, one would always hinder the protagonist’s team.

“The heroes will handle things. These folks refusing evacuation, staying behind just to record videos for views, or those unable to evacuate—there’s quite the variety.”

I pointed at a building window. Ra-on gathered wind in her hands and hurled it, shattering the glass.

SMASH!

As soon as the window broke, nearby soldiers rushed inside. We slipped away to observe their actions carefully, eavesdropping on their conversation carried by the wind.

…Emergency situation in C92 Zone! Elderly person unable to move discovered!

The bedridden elder was safely evacuated to the rear under the soldiers’ guidance. We moved around, rescuing “virtuous” individuals, managing to help quite a few.

…Someone is breaking windows to signal those in need of urgent rescue.

…The identity of this unknown Special Ability user remains unclear. HQ, please respond.

…Not a Villain or Monster, but their anonymity is suspicious. Be cautious.

“Seems like they’re not completely inept after all.”

Whenever a window shattered, someone in need emerged. It was strange for anyone to overlook such a pattern. The British Hero Association and the “Dimensional Gate Monster Villain Response Headquarters,” or simply “Response HQ,” had detected our presence but showed no intention of actively pursuing us.

Their focus was divided into two main areas:

One, the London Dimensional Gate.

Two, the British Museum.

“Ra-on, let’s take a short break here.”

We slipped into an old abandoned building and laid down on an empty bed. Thankfully, there were no home cameras or CCTVs inside, allowing us to plan our “operation” while gauging public opinion.

“Thief Blocker.”

I investigated online communities across the UK, global platforms, and even Korean forums. After analyzing various reactions, it became clear that people universally shared similar sentiments regardless of nationality.

– Is this guy insane? Planning theft amidst a dimensional gate crisis in London? Does that even make sense?

– Hey, it’s not Thief Blocker himself!

– Seriously though, isn’t this guy crazy? Pretending to be Thief Blocker while trying to steal artifacts during a crisis?

“There’s considerable negative sentiment towards Thief Blocker.”

“That’s understandable. Regardless of authenticity, isn’t someone exploiting a national disaster for personal gain despicable?”

“Yeah. Who could this trash possibly be?”

Me. This very body—Chang-yeom of Flames…no, Baek Cheonghwa.

‘P in this world is probably applauding and admiring right now.’

Only I know this. As Phoenix derived from “Chang-yeom,” she’d likely burst out laughing if she saw my moves.

– Logically, a fake Thief Blocker wouldn’t steal the Rosetta Stone! They’d divert forces to the museum while looting empty houses!

The mastermind behind the chaos preventing people from evacuating London was none other than me. While many stayed behind for noble reasons, others lingered due to fear of losing their property.

Do people realize that all these actions are merely steps for me to obtain “the girl”?

– Trash

– Trash

– Absolute trash

Voices whisper judgmentally, questioning my conscience. But I can confidently say,

‘This isn’t reality; it’s a game. So what?’

Using the national-scale disaster of the Gale Gate to further my own interests, I feel guilty—but stopping isn’t an option. For the sake of my harem, I’ll become an anti-national terrorist, just like he did.

“If people discover that all this was orchestrated by a commander, they’ll be furious.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t expose myself. Still, Ra-on, we should do some good deeds to counteract the hate.”

I pointed at the basement of a run-down building. Ra-on prepared to throw a Wind Blade, but I grabbed her wrist and shook my head.

“Not that. That’s where we genuinely need to ‘raid.'”

A place where people gather to hide as the Gale Gate opens. I donned a prepared mask.

“How do you want to handle this, Ra-on? Do you want to do it yourself, or should I ask Penril?”

“…”

Ra-on hesitated, embarrassed by the bold outfit I handed her. Even she, who bravely embraced the magical girl costume, struggled with this daring ensemble.

“Boss, is there another option?”

“Nope.”

And even if there were, I wouldn’t offer it. I proudly unveiled the A-Rank Core-British-made Magic Power Suit she created while possessed by Penril.

WHOOSH.

A black bikini armor shimmering with mint-chocolate energy. Capable of blocking all attacks below A-Rank, this suit was crafted directly by Penril.

Cat Girl Suit. Made By Kim Penril. AKA [Mint Cat].

“This reveals everything except the chest and private parts, doesn’t it!”

Park Ra-on angrily protested. The glowing energy suit covered most of her body, with only tiny black sections covering vital areas, resembling a slingshot in size.

“Of course. The theme is Mint Chocolate Ice Cream. Have you seen one where chocolate chips make up half the dessert?”

Apparently, exposure correlates with defense.

“Look! It’s fully coated with magic power, so nothing is truly exposed. It’s no different from wearing a full latex bodysuit.”

“You look like a pervert!”

“No worries! No one on Earth will realize Park Ra-on is wearing this!”

“Grrr…”

Ra-on hesitated. With time running out, I grabbed her face to prevent her from escaping.

“Kiss switch, ON!”

I kissed her lips. Startled, she gradually lost herself to my dazzling and sticky tongue movements, eventually responding in a way uncharacteristic of Ra-on.

SWOOSH.

A magical tail sprouted from Ra-on’s backside. Penril, regaining consciousness as Park Laon, smirked mischievously before pulling away.

“So, you’re determined to humiliate someone, huh?”

“Will you wear it?”

“Of course.”

Penril reached out to the magic suit. Instantly, it adhered perfectly to her body.

TAP, TAP.

She tapped her cheeks lightly, causing refreshing magic power to ripple around her. Calmly, she smiled with composed eyes.

“Commander, may I be called Penris?”

She lifted her lips with her fingers, revealing sharp fangs as she spoke.

“What happened to your original clothes?”

“They were uncomfortable underneath, so I tore them all off, including the underwear.”

“…Then if you deactivate the magic suit, aren’t you naked?”

“Isn’t that better?”

I nodded at Penris’ words. Penril, now mixed 70% with Ra-on’s spirit at 30%, accepted the role.

“Alright then, Thief Penris, let’s begin the mission.”

We’ll brazenly enter the British Museum, smash the Rosetta Stone, and steal the Cube.

“But Commander, what name should I use for you? I can’t keep calling you ‘commander’ internally.”

“Hmm…this will work.”

I hinted at my true identity while creating a pseudonym that wouldn’t reveal me.

“Phoenix (Penix).”

Absolutely not Penis.

Definitely not Phoenix.

“Destroyer of the Dark Legion and mastermind of a new world’s harem.”

I will become the leader of an evil organization and gang of thieves, standing opposite Magical Girl Magical Cutie Cutie.

“We’ll steal Cubes worldwide. And then…”

Currently, my team consists solely of Penril of Gale. But someday, when all seven members gather…

“I’ll create an ice cream machine where each Cube produces a different flavor.”