147. Onahole Battle (Part 2)

You fucking terrorist!!

I reinforce my entire body with Divine Power and thrust fiercely.

A strike strong enough to instantly kill an ordinary 50th floor Awakened!

Clang~!

He crosses his scimitars in an X-shape to block my spear.

Of course I didn't expect him to die in one hit.

A fluid second strike, third strike!

Clang! Clang!

He deflects the last blow diagonally, immediately channeling red energy into his dual scimitars to swing in an X-shape.

'Crazy.'

Seeing the energy gathering on his blades, I lean my upper body back to the limit.

Whooosh!!

The red sword energy barely grazes my chest as it flies upward.

Kwaaaang!!!

A massive X-shaped scar is carved into the opposite building.

"Damn it, you savage terrorist bastard!"

The crime of damaging our peaceful Seoul's buildings! Absolutely unforgivable!

Clang!!

'Grr... This bastard is pretty strong!'

Every time his scimitars clash with my spear, powerful shockwaves spread through the surroundings.

He seems equally surprised by my strength, showing a flustered expression.

Of course, I feel the same way.

The fact that I need eight overlapping buffs just to match him shows his mosque buffs are more powerful than imagined.

Dozens of attacks and defenses are exchanged in the blink of an eye.

Clangclangclangclang!!

Metal friction sounds and sparks flash brightly.

Slowly, steadily.

Using the spear's reach, I gradually wear him down.

This is Seoul.

If I buy time, support will definitely come from major guilds or elsewhere!

'Time is on my side, you bastard!'

"Reinforcements here."

And finally!

Not our allies, but three high-ranking Islamic Awakened wielding scimitars surround me!

'What? Why are enemy reinforcements coming?!'

Without time to think, their combined attacks rain from all directions.

All carrying ominous red aura, they aim to sever my limbs by targeting arms and legs.

They plan to turn me into a limbless Onahole for sex processing right here!

'Huu... Here goes!'

This won't work.

A slight gamble.

I use Straight Heart One Spear's third-stage combustion in real combat for the first time.

I still can't properly control this technique's combustion aspect. But not knowing how to use it appropriately isn't the issue.

Meaning...

Brute-forcing energy into it isn't a problem!!

"Haaaaah!!!"

I ignore attacks from the other three directions.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

Their attacks trigger the <Absolute Barrier lv.50> from the Emperor's ring, automatically activating in crisis situations.

I focus solely on my attack.

"Take thiiiiis!!!"

[Straight Heart One Spear]

The first ultimate technique from Irene's spear mastery manual, now 2/3 complete, unfolds.

Thwump!!!

The spear flies from my hand like a cannon shot.

Crunch!

My wrist dislocates and palm bursts open.

But in exchange, his...

'Crazy, he survived that?'

His right upper body and arm are torn off completely, but he survives. Whether due to Holy Land Declaration's effects, the bleeding stops as he grabs a scimitar with his trembling left hand.

"Grrrrrgh, how dare you bitch!!"

Unknown to Lee Do-hee, he possessed Allah's blessing allowing him to foresee lethal situations once.

High-ranking Awakened aren't just about stats - they have hidden tricks and variables. Especially those who grew by sucking high-level blood become increasingly difficult opponents.

"Everyone, protect me!"

Two more Islamic reinforcements waiting behind join them.

Even wielding the spear with my left hand, overcoming their combined attacks is slightly beyond me.

Bang!!!

Crackle...!

The Absolute Barrier begins cracking.

Immediately after, they pummel the barrier from all directions like beating Indian bread, shattering it instantly.

'Damn it!!'

A life-or-death crisis!

But soon, our guild members and militia break through the Islamic terrorist summons and arrive.

"Dammit, plan failed. Everyone retreat!"

The injured Islamic leader tries to escape as they prepare to withdraw.

But when I try pursuing him to regain offensive momentum,

"Where do you think you're going."

I see the Islamic leader's head fly off as a massive crescent blade swings.

Swish!!

"No more hidden moves now."

'Who the hell are they?'

"Our turn now."

"Finish quickly, boss!"

Chinese hidden among our Awakened brutally slaughter the remaining Islamic Awakened!

Wielding hammers, blunt weapons, giant blades - they eliminate all obstacles and surround me.

"Uh... excuse me?"

'Enemy of my enemy is my friend...? No way!'

With the Islamic leader dead, all summons disappear like smoke as our Awakened surround the area.

Our numbers have actually increased since the beginning.

'Well, no match for numbers.'

"Heh heh heh..."

But they chuckle without fear despite facing overwhelming Awakened numbers.

'What...'

"Everything's prepared. Now! Behold!!!"

The apparent Chinese squad leader absorbs surrounding blood.

His name is Zhu Cheon-gang.

Former leader of Blood Heaven Gate, a mid-sized Chinese guild.

Initially cautious of Chinese government oversight, he avoided contracts with malevolent constellations until obtaining a unique stat at the 50th floor and contracting with a perfectly matching malevolent constellation.

That's right.

He possesses a unique stat!

Had Vice Guild Master not exposed him, Zhu Cheon-gang had talent rivaling vanguard teams.

As Zhu Cheon-gang raises a hand chanting, blood begins gathering.

Anyone can sense this is evil black magic energy.

"Black magic!!!"

"Everyone watch the corpses!"

All blood spilled in this battlefield flows to him like being sucked into a black hole.

Though China stops at nothing to catch up with America, even they banned sacrificial constellation contracts like this.

His physique and appearance gradually change.

"Kehahahaha!! This is the taste!!!"

He grows nearly 3m tall, eyes and skin turning crimson.

Horns sprout, nails sharpen.

'Crazy...'

He transforms into a maddened being that feels vaguely familiar. His guild members similarly redden eyes and bulk up grotesquely.

"Kill the rest!!"

Of course, our Awakened don't die easily just because he orders it.

Another chaotic battle begins.

Chinese leader Zhu Cheon-gang stares at me.

His guild members block between me and our allies, preventing anyone from approaching.

A 1v1 match begins between us.

But as expected, my injured state makes defeating him unrealistic.

Whooosh!

"Eeek!!"

I barely dodge the viciously swinging crescent blade.

"Hang in there Lee Do-hee-nim!"

"Do-hee!! Dodge well!"

No choice.

It's impossible for me alone to defeat a high-ranking Awakened who trained solely in lethal combat skills.

Unless I mastered all of Irene's techniques or perfected even one ultimate move, which I haven't.

Meaning I must win through pure stats and miscellaneous skills - impossible even for me. Especially with a dislocated wrist and bleeding palm making it hard to grip my spear.

To make matters worse, my Divine Power is nearly depleted.

Bang!!!

"Grr...!"

'This crazy bastard tried to cut my leg!'

They all seem fine as long as I have a torso, aiming to take me limbless.

The giant crescent blade attacks my lower body.

I desperately dodge while trying to buy time.

"Running away like a coward! If you come quietly, I'll leave your limbs attached."

"Shut up, you fucking bastard!"

I avoid his frontal attacks, dodging as much as possible.

Perhaps a side effect of his enhanced body, he relies on physical instincts rather than sharp attacks, letting me barely predict and dodge.

But not for long...

Squelch...!

"Kyaaah!! What's this?!"

Tentacle bundles suddenly restrain me when I roll sideways to dodge his crescent blade.

"Kukuku, finally caught in the trap. Should've surrendered quietly!"

"Eek! Why are these here... Ugh!!"

Instantly, my entire body is bound!

"Uuugh!!"

'Where did these tentacles come from?!'

Tentacles already entering my mouth.

Completely restrained with no escape!

"Kehehe... I'll stuff you inside and take you whole. Enjoy yourself."

"Eeep...! Gulp!"

When tentacles tear my clothes and enter inside, my body reflexively trembles.

'Damn, only one last card left...'

Summoning Demon King Liliana.

But summoning an unreturnable entity could doom Earth. Is it right to gamble all life on Earth just to save myself...

Becoming a sex-processing-only Onahole vs Earth's destruction.

Clearly choosing the former, but still hesitating when-

Someone's broad back blocks my view.

'Huh...?'

A familiar back.

Sweaty black tank top and shorts like he just finished exercising.

Massive build and familiar scars.

I recognize him immediately.

'Choi Tae-soo...?'

Choi Tae-soo, training ground supervisor of our guild who desperately searched for my past self while under major guild surveillance.

He broke through the encirclement and reached me.

"Brat, move aside!"

Zhu Cheon-gang tries to casually swat him away, but Choi Tae-soo's fist moves first.

"This is six months' worth."

"What...?"

Vvvvrrrm!!!

Air compresses around his fist as a massive sonic boom strikes Zhu Cheon-gang's solar plexus.

Thwack!

His waist bends sharply as he goes flying.

"Keuheuk!!"

"Boss!?"

"Damn, such an Awakened remained in Korea..."

"Uuugh!"

'No! Stop Choi Tae-soo! That technique...!'

Choi Tae-soo.

There's a reason he stopped climbing at the 49th floor.

Publicly known as a priest/buffer type unsuited for soloing 50th floor bosses, the truth was completely different.

He accidentally obtained a terrible trait.

One that shortens his lifespan with every combat skill use.

In exchange for incredibly powerful strikes, he aged rapidly.

Initially thinking moderate use would be fine, he kept climbing until an accident occurred during an S-rank trial on the 47th floor.

He could've handled it alone, but to save party members he recklessly burned lifespan for power.

Overnight, he aged drastically and stopped climbing after the 49th floor. Since buff skills were unaffected, he began operating a training ground while nurturing successors.

Though only in his early 30s, he looks 40-50. This isn't just premature aging!

"Huu... Don't touch his final legacy."

Choi Tae-soo stands confidently before me.

His resolute back feels reassuringly sturdy.

'Crazy... his lifespan can't have much left... Can't he just let this go?'

His biological age far exceeds his appearance - probably over 80.

Awakened slow aging as stats increase, so they're often much older than they look.

Thud...

'That bastard survived a lifespan-reducing punch...?'

Zhu Cheon-gang stands up after Choi Tae-soo's punch.

"Huu... You think you can beat me with just that?!"

Having temporarily absorbed power from nearby deaths, he's currently near vanguard-level strength (70th-80th floor).

"I see. Then I'll go again."

Choi Tae-soo disappears as if teleporting, reappearing before Zhu Cheon-gang.

Choi Tae-soo's fist glows golden.

"What...?"

[Balzeta Style Straight Punch]

"This is one year's worth."

Thwack!!!

Zhu Cheon-gang's body folds in half mid-air.

The impact creates shockwaves causing gale-force winds.

"You came to the wrong place today."

"Ah, guh...!"

[Shattering Fist]

[Tiger Wind Fist]

'Ah... Choi Tae-soo!'

With each technique, wrinkles deepen around his eyes and mouth.

[Balzeta Style Chain Barrage Fist]

[Majeste Style Extreme Continuous Strikes]

Thudthudthudthud!!!

Zhu Cheon-gang's body turns to minced meat under Choi Tae-soo's relentless assault.

Finally.

Choi Tae-soo's ultimate self-created technique.

[Choi Tae-soo Style Secret Art. Ultra-Heavy Punch]

Choi Tae-soo's right arm swells to thigh thickness.

He swings this monstrous arm with full force!

Thwack!!!

With an artillery-like explosion, Zhu Cheon-gang's body bursts apart.

His upper and lower halves separate mid-flight.

"......"

Behind him, roads and buildings are drilled through as if by a giant drill.

"Ah...!"

With Zhu Cheon-gang neutralized, the tentacle restraints release me.

As his buffs end, hundreds of Awakened quickly subdue the remaining Chinese.

"Huu... You okay... sir?"

He almost uses informal speech from past memories but quickly switches to honorifics.

"This much is nothing. Are you alright?"

Choi Tae-soo speaks without turning, pretending nonchalance.

'This bastard, showing off in front of a woman. Must be over 100 now.'

Patches of white hair are visible.

Only 32 years old, but biologically over 100.

Last time and now - he never hesitates to burn lifespan saving others.

'Truly, stubbornly kind bastard.'

The remaining Chinese stragglers are being mopped up.

Not just our guild and viewers, but Awakened from various guilds joined forces to help.

Yes, this could be a heartwarming ending except...

"Kyaaaaaaak!!! I won't forgive you bastards!!! I'm not someone who ends here!!!"

The bisected Zhu Cheon-gang screams with blood-tears streaming from wide eyes.

"Crazy, just kill him!"

A familiar ominous feeling.

As always, ominous feelings never miss.

Zhu Cheon-gang's eyes gush blood like a flood as he shouts:

"Zho Agdranim-isiyo!!! Devour me and descend!!!"

"What...?"

I didn't catch the rest in Chinese, but "Zho Agdran" is definitely familiar.

The Outer God that Juji and Heavenly Demon Lord barely repelled on the 14th floor.

"Ah..."

Zhu Cheon-gang transforms into bloody liquid rising skyward. All spilled blood and Chinese members similarly rise as bloody liquid.

About 30m above ground, a massive rift opens connecting to ground.

Something emerges from the hellish crimson space.

Kwadddddrk...!

A giant hand emerges first, prying the rift wider.

Everyone rushing to stop it freezes.

A vertically slit dragon-like giant eye.

Its gaze brings overwhelming pressure, freezing everyone.

'Not an Outer God... but fuck!'

A subordinate-level Outer God entity, but its pressure is no joke. It finally tears the rift open and appears in central Seoul.

A 30m tall one-eyed monstrosity.

Kooong!!!

The world shakes with each step.

Something beyond mere size.

'Monstrosity? Can we even call that a living thing? Steel Cyclops?'

Its body covered in steel-like metal, giant eye split vertically like a dragon's - it feels like lasers could vaporize us any moment.

"We're fucked..."

My mutter draws hollow smiles from everyone sharing the sentiment.

Vvvvrrrm!!!

The Steel Cyclops' eye gathers tremendous power.

Seoul could be erased from the map if this continues.

But then, someone floats up blocking its path.

"Burn it all!"

His low voice commands as blue flames engulf the Steel Cyclops from below.

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Amidst incomprehensible screams, the Steel Cyclops melts in the flames.

'Wait, those blue flames?'

Familiar yet unpleasant flames.

Instant chills run down my spine.

Someone slowly descends before the Steel Cyclops' corpse.

His identity is none other than-

Supreme Commander of the Great Guild Alliance, just finished conquering the 80th floor.

Baek Do-hyun.

He casually brushes back his curly gray hair while calmly approaching.

"You must be Lee Do-hee."

The corners of his mouth creep upward in a chilling smile.