Chapter 833

EP.833 Part 3 Chapter 2 Scene 15 Damage

They say there’s no part of a cow that goes to waste from head to toe.

Same goes for dragons.

Even though this one’s a four-legged, wingless dragon, every bit of it—from head to tail—has been repurposed by our Blue Wind Sect.

Its home became our new base.

Its garden turned into a playground for the kids of the Blue Wind Sect.

Its orchard? Our food storage.

And its body? My personal ride.

When the sand dragon’s skin was infused with Targetter’s magic power, it transformed into something akin to an apocalypse tank wrapped in dragon hide.

This vehicle, three times thicker and stronger-looking than other Titans, is called “The War Caller.”

“Our ultimate weapon that will secure our victory.”

Literally crafted for waging war against the Gaia Kingdom, now all that remains inside the Titan Golem is the Core-Spirit Stone combo.

Thanks to this, it’s still faster than other Pevvers… well, not exactly three times faster.

“Still, it’s three times more powerful.”

BOOM!

Firing off a magical cannonball through the front port reveals firepower strong enough to demolish a building with ease.

With high-rise buildings being blown away like matchsticks, and the engine’s magic power showing no signs of slowing down—it’s roaring as if it were brand-new.

Considering it originally belonged to an S-Rank Spirit, the magic power stored within the Spirit Stone is abundant to say the least.

For the foreseeable future, I won’t need to use my own magic power—I can rely on Targetter’s instead.

Plus, there’s another major advantage…

“I can use this again later.”

Since the power of Chang-yeom resides within it, naturally, it restores magic power via sunlight. While “charging” might sound odd, think of it as solar-powered electricity generation—same concept.

“Food supply is sufficient too.”

Targetter’s territory was brimming with fruit.

Despite his bulky frame, Targetter had built an enormous orchard underground.

If we settle here, the fruits stockpiled could last us about two months.

As for meat, we can preserve Targetter’s body as jerky. The fruits and vegetables he cultivated are more than enough to sustain the Blue Wind Sect.

An abundant orchard also means access to water.

The children can rest comfortably here, and we can take a brief respite.

However, staying put isn’t an option.

Soon, the enemy will come after us.

If we’re fighting nearby and a bomb drops behind us, the kids could get seriously hurt.

Therefore, just like how Targetter came to greet us, we must go out to meet the enemy.

“Gray, are you ready?”

“Of course!”

Gray and the Suicide Squad have taken up positions at the entrance to Targetter’s domain.

“If anyone comes, shoot them down. No negotiations. There’s no chance of allies showing up now, so as soon as I give the order, fire away.”

“Yes sir!”

All cannons are aimed toward the entrance, ready to incinerate any enemies who dare approach. I’ve taken my seat in the Fevver’s control cabin, prepared for battle.

“Remember, firing a Chang-yeom shell doesn’t mean killing the enemy. It burns away their magic power and incapacitates them—it’s not meant to kill.”

I warned the Suicide Squad clearly.

“Don’t become intoxicated with this power. This strength is intended to combat the dark forces threatening this world. You must never misuse it.”

“Yes sir!”

Their response is good.

Though ultimately, I can only trust them—but they may very well lose control once they experience the overwhelming force of Chang-yeom.

“Let them feel it.”

They need to understand the true impact of the magical cannonballs they fire—not just the act itself but also the reality that lives can be lost.

“They already saw how the Titan pilots were subdued, didn’t they?”

Magic depletion feels like having all the oxygen around you cut off. Though it doesn’t kill, it drains your vitality in an instant, leaving you utterly powerless.

They witnessed firsthand how people struggled desperately under such conditions.

“It’s better not to kill if you don’t have to, even when you possess the firepower to do so.”

You must learn how to incapacitate the enemy without going further.

Even if the opponent dies, this experience will teach them the importance of restraint.

Killing indiscriminately leads to more killing.

That’s slaughter—and it’s not what we want.

We must resolve our grievances against the pureblood faction of the Gaia Kingdom by incapacitating the enemy, not massacring them. That would make us no better than murderers.

“How should we proceed?”

Only time will tell, but leading a group always involves paying attention to the smallest details.

“But we’ve done well on Earth before.”

In the early days of my 20 years on Earth, rallying villains in Seoul was no easy task.

I deliberately provoked conflicts to weed out those who wouldn’t follow orders, sometimes even creating friction with heroes to test loyalty.

It’s the same situation now.

We’re the rebellion, and they’re the Gaia Kingdom’s regular army.

“Looks like they’re coming.”

I can sense soldiers approaching from afar.

A large infantry force is advancing alongside another Titan, its cannons pointed straight at us.

“Are they really coming? They’re not showing up on radar.”

“They’re beyond radar range. Everyone, focus on positioning.”

The distance between us and the enemy is roughly 4 kilometers.

Through Mini Phoenix, I’ve confirmed their location, but they haven’t pinpointed ours yet.

4 km.

Far enough that direct artillery strikes are impossible—but not for our Fevvers.

“Prepare to launch the Shock Rounds.”

To shock the enemy.

And bring hope to our allies.

“Fire!”

Click, click.

From the maws of the Fevvers, streams of blue magic power begin to bubble and foam.

The blue magic gathers into small balloon-like shapes, which we gently push forward.

Rolling, rolling, rolling.

“Perfect trajectory.”

To adapt to Gaia Kingdom’s terrain, we’ve reformed our magical cannonballs into a new shape.

The ultimate weapon against the Gaia Kingdom’s forces.

Capable of obliterating enemies 4 kilometers away.

“The Fire Rolls.”

Another name for Shock Rounds.

The kids found “Shock Rounds” hard to pronounce, so we went with a nickname some of them came up with instead.

“De-Guri.”

It has only one trick.

“Massive Explosion.”

Boom, boom, boom.

—

Yun Yuhwa is the true mastermind behind the international conglomerate Yu-Sung.

At her command, a single word from Xroid can send Core prices skyrocketing or plummeting, and the value of the new currency system, Yuha Coin, fluctuates wildly.

Supported by Yun Yuhwa, Hikari is known as the ‘Professor,’ the prodigy of modern magical engineering.

She popularized theories about the properties of magic power and established all relevant knowledge and theories on her blog.

“Yes, it’s true!”

“There’s no way.”

Currently, these two are fiercely debating over someone’s ‘lip movements.’

“This song is definitely about a toad!”

“That’s because you’re predisposed to think everything relates to reincarnation.”

Through Krishna’s eyes, a video shows children humming a tune.

“This rhythm! This vibe! Even though we don’t know the lyrics, it’s obvious!”

“As a Japanese person, I’m unfamiliar with Korean folk songs.”

“Hey! You’re Korean!”

“Even as a Korean, I don’t know many folk songs.”

Hikari sighs deeply, shaking her head.

“You jump to conclusions too quickly. Does it make sense that Phoenix went to Tera and taught the kids a toad song?”

“That man once made an S-Rank idol sing about dung beetles!”

“…Let’s not dwell on that. Someone’s still traumatized by it.”

Somewhere on this Earth, there’s a man who collapses into despair whenever he hears the dung beetle song.

His viral video has surpassed billions of views worldwide.

The truth remains unknown to all.

“Ack, look…!”

While analyzing, the doom tanks began moving.

Krishna sprinted across the ground, keeping a close eye on the movement of the doom tanks.

And then…

Rolling, rolling, rolling.

“Ack, isn’t that the thing that embarrassed Harang in Seoul?”

“Isn’t that the fiery sphere that destroyed headquarters near Mount Gwanak?”

“Exactly! It’s the miniaturized version of the technique used in the mountains!”

“No, this is the original. Look, it rolls along the ground.”

Rolling, rolling, rolling.

“He’s definitely a reincarnated hero!”

“Mr. President, he’s absolutely not.”

Their opinions clashed as sharply as ever.

—

“Tch, why do I have to come all the way out here to suppress rebels?”

The commander of the Fourth Army, ‘Eastern Breadmaker,’ couldn’t help but lament his misfortune.

“Is this really necessary for a mere rebellion? Dragging me out during my vacation, what nonsense is this?”

“Haha, but General, once this is over, you can go back on leave, right?”

“Yeah, guess so. Lucky break. My wife wanted to visit her parents anyway.”

Between family duty and national duty, Eastern chose the latter.

“How about spending the rest of your leave at the barracks? Hmm? You’ll be with us.”

“Haha…”

“Kid, it’s a joke. I’m not that clueless.”

Eastern chuckled softly as he wiped the radar screen.

“We’ll return the evening before the deadline. Let’s finish this quickly and get back. What a hassle.”

Boom, boom, boom.

The rifle-toting soldiers trudged along, exhausted from the long march, while the Titan pilots strained to keep their machines synchronized.

“Orders are to eliminate all rebels, so don’t hesitate—just kill th—wait. What’s this?”

Beeeep.

Red dots started appearing on the radar.

Alarmed by the rapidly approaching red signals, Eastern shouted urgently.

“Incoming enemy fire! Take cover—”

Rolling, rolling, rolling.

“Huh?”

And then…

KABOOOOOOOOM!!!

The Fourth Army was annihilated.