Chapter 99: Lair Amusement Park (2) (1/2)
Jean-Luc Wenger, the secretary of Simon Abkarian, was a superhuman in his late eighties with a blanched hair. He heaved out a sigh as deep wrinkles appeared near his lips.
“So you directly sent them the address.”
This old superhuman was always worried about his master Simon, the representative of Superhuman Without Border (SWB).
“What could possibly happen?”
“I heard that ‘demon hunter’ was very strong. To an overwhelming level amongst the unofficial rankers.”
“Apparently, yes.”
Simon Abkarian was an extremely ambitious man. Despite being in his forties, he seeked strength like a young child and moved his tongue like an old politician. Such characteristics of his amplified even more as he rose to be the saviour of France after a meritorious service during the war at a young age.
‘Wouldn’t the Association be in my hands sometime soon?’
The words he spoke of during a drinking-bout a few years ago, was etched into Jean-Luc’s brain.
“Didn’t that BM say he was stronger than himself? There must be some circumstances if a person that strong had been hiding his identity.”
“Circumstances as in?”
“Perhaps something that can’t be shared. Like a catastrophe-ranked demon that betrayed its comrades, or possibly another returnee.”
“Oh no, you can’t be saying that for real, Jean-Luc.”
“Simon! BM is very transparent. He’s a strong-willed person who shared the responsibility despite having no interest in the merits.”
“I know that much as well. He’s most likely not telling a lie.”
“And yet, you gave them such a first impression? It will come back to bite us over and over again.”
He was referring to Simon’s rudeness, but he merely shook his head.
“Who am I, Wenger.”
“…”
“I am the representative of SWB, a VVIP of the Association, the Hero of Gallia.”
A sense of authority dripped from his voice.
“I requested for the address, and yet BM apparently gave me the address of another spokesperson. In that case, who’s the one that started the bad first impression?”
Simon gave a crooked smile.
“Well, it doesn’t really matter what the first impression is. BM said he was an individual, right.”
“He did.”
“Let’s say he really is awesome. He’s still by himself isn’t he? Even if he can fly or whatever, can he do what he wants to after ignoring the Grand Natural Society, the SWB and the Association?”
“…”
“In fact I couldn’t understand why BM and Li Hwa were acting like that. What’s so great about a person whose name we don’t even know that they’re revering him so much? Well, I guess both of them are also a bunch of fools with nothing but strength. They don’t know it’s the end once they get pulled into the opponent’s pace.”
He had been living for dozens of years in the battlefield after the New Era, but the old man couldn’t give a straightforward answer to this situation. An unprecedented existence had appeared and there was no historical evidence that could be referred back on.
However, the man still had his instincts.
“Perhaps that might not be the end.”
Demon hunter.
BM explained the power level of that person as ‘unfathomable’. And yet he didn’t move for personal gains nor did he belong to an organisation.
Power was given to those that strongly seeked it, and thus the strong always desired for something repeatedly. An existence like that person who deviated from the logic of power was the paradox itself.
An alarm bell was going off in Jean-Luc’s head. The old man felt ominous for some reason.
“Jean-Luc. You’re wise but always worried. Ahh, look. There’s Crow finally coming back.”
The spirit beast fluttered its wings across. The letter was still on its ankle.
A frown appeared on Simon’s face as he opened the letter. On top of the address written down, there was a red cross casually scribbled across.
Simon gave an exaggerated smile in a sarcastic admiration. He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.
“Do you see this! How rude could they be.”
Rejection was one thing, but disregarding him like this was unacceptable – that was usually the case for all ambitious people.
Emotionally, Simon infuriatingly wrote the next letter. The content was as follows.
[Last Chance]
[Little Red Door, 60 Rue Charlot, 75003 Paris, France]
I’ll give you your last chance.
Hurry.
“Now, Crow. Off you go.”
***
“Here is the Set Menu A that you’ve ordered.”
Along with curry, a roasted chicken and several noodles were placed on the table.
“Should we wash our hands?”
While Bom and Gyeoul were wiping their hands with a wet tissue, Yu Jitae sliced the chicken into small pieces and placed them on Gyeoul’s plate. She, who had been excited throughout the entire day, was now holding a chopstick in each hand while disintegrating the chicken.
“So, like, Bom. Where did Yeorum and Kaeul go?”
“Ah, they both have something to do.”
“That little friend, is her name… Gyeoul?”
“Yes.”
“Hohh. I thought that might be the case. But seriously, the power of DNA is amazing. She’s so pretty. Uhahahat!”
It was now clear why Myung Yongha always laughed the way he did. Professor Myung Jong laughed heartily and blinked his eyes at Gyeoul while saying, “Ururung! Ororong!”.
She gave a slight frown at Myung Jong, before turning back to the chicken.
“Hahat! Father. You can’t do it like that.”
“Oh, okay?”
“Watch me.”
Then, Myung Yongha went “Ddork! Ddork!” and clicked his tongue. But once again, Gyeoul frowned without saying anything.
“You’re being silly, honey.”
“Sorry…”
“You too, father. The baby’s scared.”
“Urgh, I wasn’t that bad…”
Only after hearing a mouthful from the wife did the father and son restrain themselves. Soon, Myung Yongha sent a subtle gaze to Yu Jitae.
“Do you recognise me?”
“Of course.”
“Hahat, I never even imagined I would meet you here.”
Myung Yongha’s party consisted of Professor Myung Jong, Myung Yongha himself, his wife and his two sons. The lady wearing a straw hat appeared healthier than before and unlike when they met at the Lake of Life, she didn’t cough either.
Looking back at the previous iterations, she would have died but this time she was alive. The Regressor had saved her.
However, he only thought to himself, ‘Is that so’. He didn’t really feel anything apart from that.
He turned his gaze over to the side. There was a child staring blankly at Gyeoul.
It was Myung Yongha’s son. Was his name Myung Jun-il?
The child wasn’t focused on his meal and his eyes remained stuck on Gyeoul.
“…?”
And when Gyeoul turned towards him, he hurriedly devoured his bread. He looked exactly like Gyeoul when she was looking at himself.
“…Congratulations on your second child.”
“Ah, yes. His name’s Junhyuk.”
“Congratulations.”
After that, Myung Yongha stayed quiet and focused on feeding the child.“Ahuh, dude, this is spicy. Ahoo…!”
“…!”
When Professor Myung Jong fanned his mouth with his hand, Gyeoul showed interest. The Yu household was good at eating spicy food and didn’t find it painful so she was intrigued by Myung Jong’s reaction.
Wearing a bright smile, Gyeoul fanned her own mouth with a small hand. Seeing that, a flower bloomed on Professor Myung Jong’s face.