Chapter 39 (2/2)

The arm holding the Geller Gun twitched. A thin line connecting the bullet embedded in the pupil and Yoo-seong’s gun was faintly visible.

It’s a difficult technique since you have to keep up with the bullet despite its speed and hang on to it despite the force. But with focus, you can manage it.

Yoo-seong held on to the thread, digging deeper into the monster’s eyes as the thread pulled him up.

The beast stopped flickering his tongue.

Then, he swung it at Yoo-seong.

When the monster’s tongue hit him, Yoo-seong felt as if he was hit by a moving truck. If it weren’t for the armor, the attacks would have smashed his body.

The entirety of his body shook so much that he feared he had gotten a concussion.

The headache was worse than the body pain. He had to use all the force of his will to focus on the task.

With his attention dwindling, the aura thread flickered.

He forced his mind to direct the Aura.

With a little endurance, the bullet within the beast’s eyes secured its place once more. However, it didn’t end there.

The monster continued flicking his tongue against Yoo-seong, striking again and again. Finally, The Queen’s Hug reached its limit. The upper part of his armor and helmet were entirely blown-off.

If he was hit like that one more time, he was sure he would die.

Because he was maintaining the Parasitic Bee technique, he couldn’t use Aura for defense.

He was left with two options: abandon the task, or hold on.

Either way, he was sure to die. The monster was ready to swing his tongue once again.

Yoo-seong made up his mind.

He flexed his fingers to let go.

Suddenly, there were blasts from around Yoo-seong, and dozens of bullets of different sizes collided against the monster’s tongue.

On the rooftop of the building, one or two teams of hunters stood with outstretched guns.

They were all wearing bugbear suits.

“Keep shooting!” Yoo Jae-gun yelled out.

His goal was to distract the monster. With his team, he began to shoot.

‘I’ll just remain here till support comes,’ he thought to himself as they rained bullets on the monster’s tongue.

Of course, the firepower was insignificant.

In terms of humans, its damage was less than a toothpick’s prick. However, even a toothpick was enough to draw attention.

The beast turned its gaze at them.

Deciding to deal with the people below before finishing with Yoo-seong. The giant turtle flickered its tongue in their direction, preparing to spew poison on them.

It had all the time in the world. No one could challenge it.

Yoo-seong’s arms twitched again. He was reaching his limit. The technique had expended almost all his Aura.

His mind focused on what he had to do.

Just one more step…

With the last of his strength, he sent a signal through the thread into the bullet.

That was all he needed.

The bullet burst into thousands of fragments, spreading everywhere in the monster’s eyes.

The monster screamed, overwhelmed by the pain. Some of the fragments even came out through the eyes.

“Go home,” Yoo-seong screamed.

The beast, who had been trying to come out from the crack, jerked its head back into its world.

As it did, it pulled Yoo-seong back along with it. It shook its head wildly as it screamed in pain.

“He’s forced back! Well done, guys!” Jae-gon said to his crew as he pumped his fist.

That was when he looked up to see Yoo-seong dangling in the air close to the crack.

As he had feared, Yoo-seong was now in crisis. He would either be pulled inside the crack or fall to his death.

Once the monster’s head was beyond the crack, Yoo-seong cut the thread, allowing his body to fall freely through the air.

Jae-gon and his crew gritted their teeth as they watched him fall. Suddenly, Yoo-seong’s outstretched hand grabbed something hard.

It was the skid of the broadcasting station helicopter.

The helicopter lost its balance for a while, and the occupants yelled in fear, but the skillful driver soon regained the aircraft’s balance.

Yoo-seong held on to the skid till the staff helped him into the cabin. He then sighed in exhaustion as he turned off Auto-Hunting.

Everyone watched him in awe.

“Sorry. Thanks for your help,” he said, amid gasps.

Raising his head slowly, he made eye contact with the camera.

That was when he realized he was being filmed without his helmet. His cover had been blown.

He had been exhausted; now, he was embarrassed,

However, he was too tired to care.

He slumped forward.