Chapter 954

EP.954 Part 2 Chapter 9 Scene 11 The Fall of 3cm

Blazing Phoenix.

This phrase, which I’ve thought about for a very long time, clearly represents the relationship between spirits and officers.

The Phoenix who loves Blazing Flames.

The Phoenix born from Blazing Flames.

The Phoenix subordinate to Blazing Flames.

In short, an existence that would bet everything on one woman.

So while it might mean different things to different people, to me this phrase always felt more like “a Phoenix subordinate to Blazing Flames” rather than “a Phoenix using Blazing Flames.”

Same goes for Light Blade.

Thinking about all his actions over twenty years on Earth, I want to go back and punch him in the chest, hit the back of his head, kill him, then resurrect him! But I know he loves Rusalka as much as I love Blazing Flames, so I helped him despite his stubbornness.

After all, even men can become pathetic and annoying when it comes to love.

Of course, he went too far.

If only Light Blade and Rusalka had just hooked up instead of fighting, none of that mess in Russia would have happened, and Seok Harang’s family drama could have been resolved quickly and happily.

Thinking about how he lost his one true love for twenty years and spent his life in sorrow, it’s understandable he became a wreck.

But that was Light Blade on the Earth of twenty years ago.

This is the Earth of twenty-five years later.

Thanks to Shin-ra personally dismantling every trigger related to Light Blade, all his gimmicks have been “unlocked.”

In the game Shin-ra is playing now, there is no Heo Yoon-hwan.

There’s only a female who unleashes her powers knowing full well the consequences, standing proudly before everyone.

“Harang, why are you stopping halfway? Your dad’s right there.”

“Aaaah! That’s my dad over there!”

Harang screamed.

Her confident smile while wielding two swords looks just like some spirit, Rusalka.

“I wanna leave!”

“Sorry, once it’s in, it doesn’t come out until it finishes.”

“Yeah.”

I held Harang from behind while Yuna embraced her from the front, preventing her escape.

It might look like Yuna and I are penetrating Harang from both sides, but Yuna just enjoys seeing Harang’s embarrassed and flustered state.

“Hurry up and finish! Please let me out of here!”

“Look, your parents are busy destroying南山 Tower.”

“Sword of Rusalka!”

“GYAAAAH!!”

Harang shrieked in panic.

Every time someone says “Sword of Rusalka,” or Light Blade’s face appears close-up, the stimulation becomes unbearable.

“Rusalka’s Sword.”

That nickname has the same essence as “Blazing Phoenix” for him.

“What do you think, Yuna?”

“Your parents seem really romantic.”

“WHAT?! You met them yourself!!”

Rusalka’s Sword.

No better words describe Light Blade.

That thing hanging from his lower half is truly Rusalka’s sword.

* * *

At that moment, New Seoul Presidential Office.

“……”

Sun Icheol quietly turned off the TV.

Looking at the final golden and white cross-shaped energy blast with a hint of blue, Sun Icheol genuinely hoped for Light Blade’s defeat.

For the death of the Commander.

But that future would never come.

“The Sword of Rusalka, huh.”

He didn’t understand the meaning.

No matter how much he searched, he couldn’t find any information about “Rusalka.”

Not in the Hero Wiki, not in the International Hero Association registry, not in any Hunter or Villain databases worldwide.

But “Rusalka” couldn’t be just an ordinary name.

Who would name their ultimate attack after a pet dog?

-Sword of Pupupi!

Clearly, Rusalka must be a person.

Someone very significant to Light Blade.

He suspected she might be the wife, judging by the nickname.

But what did it matter now?

“Ha, ha.”

The reconstruction of Seoul meant the destruction of his power base.

All the infrastructure concentrated in New Seoul would return to Seoul.

Too dangerous because of monster threats?

With several S-Rank heroes accompanying the Commander in Seoul, countries would trip over themselves to airlift entire buildings if needed.

But he had no connections left.

Those who supported him were opportunists who now groveled before the Commander.

Even the tabloids he used to spread negative rumors about Light Blade now praised him as if they were major newspapers.

Public opinion shifted instantly.

Within that shift, Sun Icheol noticed organized movements by certain groups.

“Are the Hundred Families making their move?”

The groups that opposed him for years, impossible to completely eliminate despite repeated attempts, were moving again.

The prestigious family he brought down by framing one of their members as a sex offender was counterattacking.

“Even Yu-Sung betrayed me.”

Yu-Sung’s propaganda team, which should have countered this, was silent.

Calls to the chairman went unanswered, and even high-level executives seemed unaware Yu-Sung was supporting the Commander.

Apparently a solo operation by the old man.

“That decrepit bastard… doing such despicable things when he’s practically dead already.”

One keystroke could expose all of Yu-Song’s past crimes.

Their rise to the top company after Seoul’s collapse was built on plenty of dirty tricks.

And his personal army, Pine Tree Unit, had already disintegrated.

“……”

It was over.

Sun Icheol’s political career was finished.

Beeeep. Beeeep.

The phone rang.

A call from a woman he thought he knew well, but actually didn’t at all, made his lips twitch.

“It’s me.”

[Still answering like that, huh.]

“My question is, why are you calling me?”

[Alright, I’ll say my piece and hang up.]

Sun Gyeoul.

Her choked voice didn’t change Sun Icheol’s expression.

[You were on the wrong path. At least apologize to the nation before you step down.]

“Why should I apologize?”

[What…?]

“For saving the country when everyone thought it would fall to Japan? For keeping this country independent when everyone thought we’d become China’s vassal state or start another Japanese occupation? Those are undeniable facts!”

[That was just your fearmongering.]

“Really? You know nothing about international relations. Tell me…”

In his anger, Sun Icheol unleashed all his pent-up rage.

“Does the Commander’s hot cum taste so good?”

[Wh-what are you saying?!]

“Haha, exactly. Raising a daughter is useless, isn’t it? Just like this. Damn it! Is she pregnant? My grandson half-American? Shit!”

[How dare you talk to your daughter…]

“Shut up! I don’t have a daughter who spreads her legs for foreigners!”

Click.

Sun Icheol opened the drawer while cursing.

Inside was a pack of white cigarettes. He took one out and lit it.

“Fuck life.”

“Sir! It’s an emergency! Right now, outside…!”

“Declare martial law.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Enact martial law.”

Sun Icheol calmly continued smoking.

“Am I still president?”

“No, sir, enacting martial law in this situation will cause national chaos…”

“So what?”

Sun Icheol just tapped his cigarette ash.

“I’ve been fixing this country, so what’s the problem with me breaking it?”

* * *

“Typical Sun Icheol.”

Martial law declared.

Possible only because the President still retained authority.

“Taking advantage of the absence of heroes and hunters to threaten civilians with tanks. So typical of him.”

Though there was one thing he hadn’t considered – he can’t control everything with just his words anymore.

“Sorry, but this is the main storyline.”

The martial law fails.

“You’re just a stepping stone for the heroine’s entrance, 3cm.”

All the heroines are outside New Seoul.

They’re figures from the business world, not politics.

[Customer, there’s urgent news. Would you like to hear it?]

And…

Among the heroines, there is a politician.

[Right now, high school girls are protesting in front of New Seoul BH. They’re all…special ability users.]

No matter how many tanks they have, they can’t stop special ability-using high school girls.

And among those in school uniforms, one particularly unscrupulous existence is mixed in.

A heroine cosplaying as a high school girl.