<Super Agent, Chapter 98>
There is a game called ‘Super Agent’.
Shortened to S.A.
In this game, players act as the Agent representative, recruiting and transferring famous superheroes from around the world to build their own squad (Squad) to conquer Gates.
Here is a devoted fan of S.A in silver.
Not only has he played all the series that have been updated, but he also broadcasts the game on the Optimum Channel to the extent.
S.A users dream at least once of their own squad, the most ideal team just for them.
How strong would a squad composed entirely of Guardians be?
What would happen if you filled the front row with ‘Sword Masters’ and the back row with ‘Jin-ryongs’?
Of course, Silver Light, a devoted user, is no exception.
A front line composed entirely of Sword Masters.
What would happen if you filled the front line with Sword Masters who can handle all front-line positioning like tanks and damage dealers?
It was a team he had always dreamed of.
And now, Silver Light was facing his dream turned into reality.
“Wow…”
Park Geon charges forward at the head.
Following him are Park Su-hyeok, Park Min-ji, and Park Ki-hyuk, the three Sword Master siblings.
The opposing monsters are the ‘Dark Elves,’ known as black hunters.
The Dark Elves widen the distance and sh**t arrows. Arrows imbued with the blessings of spirits target the four like guided missiles.
But the four split off in different directions.
Park Geon disappears by waving his cloak, Park Su-hyeok repels the arrows by emitting a golden beam, Park Min-ji slips through like a flash of lightning, and Park Ki-hyok charges straight in without even flinching.
Then, they each proceeded to devastate the Dark Elves in their own style.
Park Geon wields his signature black and white daggers, Black Tooth and White Tooth, to slice down Dark Elves. He combines martial arts with swordsmanship.
Because of this, his style is aggressive and dynamic.
Breaking joints, stabbing with daggers, dismembering foes, using incapacitated enemies as shields, and even crumbling lower bodies with kicks when his sword fails him.
Even while dealing with enemies like a beast, Park Geon wisely hides himself whenever he feels even a slight increase in attack concentration. Disappearing perfectly with his black cloak, he reappears once again from the enemy’s weakest point.
He fights like a hungry carnivore while on the offensive.
And cleverly like a human when on defense.
In this way, Park Geon continues to press enemy vulnerabilities with one-sided damage.
Compare him to Park Su-hyeok, who, on the other hand, embodies the essence of a swordsman.
Park Su-hyeok strides into the heart of the enemy formation, emitting a billowing golden light, and draws his sword.
His signature weapon, ‘Heavenly Sword.’
Despite its overly dramatic name, which often elicits jokes in S.A, Silver Light firmly believes that anyone who has ever seen Park Su-hyeok wielding the ‘Heavenly Sword’ would never even consider such jokes.
It’s overwhelming.
Park Su-hyeok wielding the Heavenly Sword is overwhelming.
It blocks everything.
Whether it’s arrows, magic, or spirits—every single offensive move falls into nothingness.
After blocking attacks, Park Su-hyeok’s sword invariably severs the enemy’s lifeline.
Block and slice.
He was the epitome of a swordsman.
Park Min-ji unleashed her specialty, speed battles.
She runs through the enemy ranks at a speed that nobody can hope to catch. She doesn’t defend herself. Or rather, she doesn’t need to.
Counterattacks?
One can only counter what they can see. Since her attacks never land, what kind of counterattack could there be?
Before her overwhelming speed, all attacks are meaningless.
A flash of white lightning strikes, and two or three enemies fall. In the blink of an eye, she crosses the battlefield and leaves a streak of afterimages with another flash as she moves to the opposite side.
The streaks of lightning continue endlessly.
The battlefield, which is like a piece of paper with lines of lightning drawn on it, is then colored with bl**d.
Park Geon showing the ultimate violence.
Park Su-hyeok displaying the art of the sword to its fullest.
Park Min-ji demonstrating her unmatched speed.
The awakened instincts of the Sword Masters were intense and fatal. The word ‘ravage’ couldn’t fit better.
Indeed, one might wonder if they will ever see a more incredible battle in their lifetime.
Silver Light thought so too.
Until he saw Park Ki-hyuk.
This kid was really a monster.
With a size of Great Sword that an ordinary person can’t lift, he strikes down the Dark Elves. Dark Elves being cleaved exactly in half from head to toe. Park Ki-hyok, drenched in the spurting bl**d, beams brightly and takes genuine pleasure.
“I like this!”
Crack!
“I like this a lot!”
Crack!
He crushes them.
Shields? Magic?
He just smashes everything and splits the Dark Elves into ‘dark’ and ‘elf’ halves — neatly separating upper and lower bodies or, sometimes left and right.
Even the Dark Elf monsters, who are supposed to be monsters, retreat in fear at the sight of his brutal demeanor.
Because of this, perhaps, more attacks were concentrated toward Park Ki-hyuk compared to the other three.
But he does not block them.
He does not dodge them.
Instead, Park Ki-hyuk throws himself into the barrage of arrows and magical bombings as if completely reckless.
A reckless charge that would make one question his sanity.
At that moment.
The magic seal resembling a mane wrapped around Park Ki-hyuk’s body emits a glow.
The instant the wave of arrows engulfs him.
The instant the magical bombardment strikes.
Everything freezes.
All attacks literally stop in place.
The world stops as if time itself has halted. Only Park Ki-hyuk continues to charge.
As Park Ki-hyuk sprints through the plain, skeletons are generated behind him. Skeletons wielding Great Swords similar to Park Ki-hyuk’s emit blue glow from their eye sockets and fiercely charge after their master.
With Park Ki-hyuk at the vanguard, a wedge formation is formed.
In no time, the group of skeletons, rapidly swelled in size, became a perfect army before reaching the Dark Elf formation.
“k*ll them all!”
The skeletons followed their master and swung their Great Swords.
Though not as powerful as their master, they were fearless. Even if their arms were severed, their waists cut, or their bodies shattered, they relentlessly swung their Great Swords as many times as possible.
The collapsing Dark Elf army.
Among the thousands of Dark Elves, their formation wavered helplessly.
Silver Light watched this scene in a daze.
“That kid is truly…”
He tore it apart.
A different level of violence from Dad, Park Geon.
A different level of skill from his older brother, Park Su-hyeok.
A different speed compared to his sister, Park Min-ji.
He completely demolished it.
The Dark Elfs’ formation eventually collapsed.
The lost formation was replaced with confusion and fear.
The battle was over.
A time for slaughter.
The four Sword Masters were running amok.
And there was someone else who was marveling at this sight.
*
While the Sword Masters were battling the Dark Elf army on the ground, a fight was also raging in the skies with the Archangels and the Faith Choir.
The battlefield was filled with Ice Shifts transforming into all sorts of shapes and the ‘cursed spells’ being cast by the Faith Choir.
In the midst of this fierce battlefield, Jin Do-ha looks downward.
In his pupils, Park Ki-hyuk and Park Ki-hyuk’s skeletons were clearly reflected.
“Have you already awakened?”
Ask mana. Love mana.
Had it only been that long since I gave him advice, and he’s already awakened?
“Haha…”
What a real genius.
A genius sent down from heaven.
“No, No.”
He’s not a genius. The expression ‘genius’ is too mundane.
He is a human chosen by magic, the world.
A real ‘mage’ who has faced the truth.
If we brush it off as genius, that’s insulting and shameful to magic.
I desire him.
If a mere piece of advice can make him grow this much, how much more could he grow if we were to discuss and research together?
In ten years, twenty years… imagining Park Ki-hyuk’s magical growth, Jin Do-ha’s body trembled.
“I admire even ‘that cat’.”
His daughter, Jin Yu-ri, might not be inferior in total potential compared to Park Ki-hyuk, but it’s a fact that she doesn’t quite measure up.
Needless to say, his son who has independently pursued the ‘Master of the Furnace’ dream much earlier.
But still, she’s apparently doing well with him.
“Son-in-law.”
A son-in-law with whom I can discuss ‘truth’…
“It might not be bad.”
Just imagining it brings a smile to his face.
At that moment, his daughter’s cry reached his ears.
“Dad! Behind us!”
An ice spear aimed at Jin Do-ha was approaching from behind.
Or rather, considering its size, it was closer to a telephone pole of ice targeting Jin Do-ha’s back.
The moment of life and d*ath.
However.
“Don’t panic.”
Jin Do-ha’s gaze remained fixed on Park Ki-hyuk. He didn’t even turn his head. He simply unfolded his fan and waved it through the air.
In an instant.
The ice spear is enveloped in flames and disappears without a trace.
But this isn’t the end.
Ice spines, ice arrows, ice walls, ice wolves, eagles, and snakes or lizards of unknown identity. Numerous ice creations made by ‘Ice Shift’ rushed at Jin Do-ha.
Still, Jin Do-ha does not divert his gaze. He continues to keep Park Ki-hyuk in his sights, musing about ‘what to research first with him as a son-in-law.’
The approaching ‘Ice Shift.’
The flames ignite again.
Ice Shifts reaching the exact spot where the ice spear was incinerated are all engulfed in flames.
Hissing!!
In a moment, they melt away.
The countless attacks vanish in an instant.
If it’s something to take note off, it’s that this successfully drew Jin Do-ha’s attention.
“Tch, I’m in the middle of appreciating here.”
Folding his fan, he surveys the surroundings.
White-winged Archangels and black-robed Faith Choir members.
Monsters and Fanatics.
Mutually worthless.
“Worthless things.”
Swoosh!
Unfolding his fan, Jin Do-ha summoned deep red mana that gathered around him, crackling with sparks.
When a dark red cone-shaped formation was completed.
The Seventh Skill of the Divine Dragon,
Dragon’s Horn (龍角)
The horns of dragons were launched forth.
The dragon’s horns scattering in all directions target these pitiful and valueless enemies.
The archangels and faith choir attempted to deploy their respective defensive means, but,
it was futile.
As the dragon’s horns hit the shields.
Without the slightest resistance.
It’s not even ‘penetrated’?
Poke-?
“…??”
The choir member who witnessed their chest pierced with wide-open eyes fell helplessly.
It wasn’t breaking through the shield. The ‘dragon’s horns’ are simply passing through.
An attack that ignores magic.
Dragon’s Horn (龍角).
The horns of the dragon.
A non-magic designed specifically for anti-magic combat due to the absence of ‘magic formula’ in magical manifestation.
Still, it remains classified as magic due to the existence of ‘mana’ that conveys an intent.
Planting intent into mana without magic formulas, an ability possible only by ‘Divine Dragon’.
Such is the reason these are called the ‘Dragon’s Horns’, ‘Dragon’s Horn’.
The dragon’s horns spread out around Jin Do-ha, targeting the enemies like guided missiles.
In aerial combat where one cannot fully utilize the physical body, it’s inefficient to employ martial artists.
The act of engaging in aerial combat itself is an indication of the intention to wage a magic battle.
In essence, everyone floating in the sky, whether allies or enemies, are mages. Hence, there is no one who can stop the dragon’s horns that completely ignore magic.
“Ugh, that man…”
“Shields…”
“Everyone retreat! Don’t even try to block, just retreat!”
Enemies collapsing helplessly.
Some who realized that these attacks ignore magic attempted to escape, but the dragon’s horns relentlessly pursued each one, skewering their spines.
“d*e for your doctrine!”
“To the will of our Lord!”
There were even those who rushed forth with a resolution to d*e, but unfortunately, there were far too many dragon horns.
And they were fast.
The dragon’s horns accumulating layer by layer within Jin Do-ha’s territory.
If all a mage could do was magical attacks and the dragon’s horns that ignore magic blocked their path?
Their fate was already sealed.
“Ugh!”
The Faith Choir members fell like punctured beehives. Compared to the representative fighting group of Selutis, it was quite a pathetic end.
“Still, they’re better.”
Unlike the Faith Choir who collapsed helplessly, the Archangels are somehow persisting while struggling to layer ice to barely hold on. It was possible only due to Ice Shift being a result of their bloodline, not magic.
Jin Do-ha stared unemotionally at the clustered archangels.
It reminded him of something. Lately, Park Ki-hyuk was really immersed in studying these.
“I should give him a present, then.”
He waved his fan.
Dragon’s horns roaming all around suddenly changed direction and surged upwards.
Upwards, upwards, beyond the clouds the dragon’s horns soared.
The moment Jin Do-ha pointed his fan at the archangels.
Meteors
Thousands of meteors pierced through the clouds and descended.
