The Reincarnation of Fusion Punk - Chapter 267



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#267. The Wriggling City

#267.

From the martial arts world hunters who mastered lightning-quick techniques to the extreme and caught corpses, to the central political world where only nine-headed monsters gather.

A person who entered the central political world of the Federation on his own, without any family to support him, and only with his worldly skills and political power.

A politician with a natural political sense. Jong-hu Pyo, the brain of Baek-ri-noe-bu.

A dragon literally emerged from a stream.

And the latest motto of such a bell.

—Still living—

Flap flap.

In front of the headquarters of Ban Company, the place where Unpyeong lived. The parrot’s wings quickly flapped and brushed the formation.

“Look, Mr. Un! How about we open that formation and come out right now! Shouldn’t we decide on this Jong-Hoo-Pyo’s future through sound discussion!!!”

The howling of a parrot.

These days, Jong-Hoo-Pyo has been struggling to obtain a healthy body. Even if he leaves the body of the corpse sealed in the main text of Jinju-eon-ga alone, it seems that he can put himself into another body if he uses his magic power.

[ What do you want me to do? Can’t you just do it yourself? ]

However, communication is not very good at all. Because he has learned strange and strange techniques, he is strong but his mind is a bit wandering.

Mr. Unpyeong occasionally suddenly left for the capital city, but most of the time he returned to the building of the company and stayed there to calm his mind. No matter how many times he tried to convey his message through Chloe, who was acting as his secretary, it was no use.

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The bell chirped loudly. Of course, the magical power flowing out was subtle.

“What did I do wrong that you want me to live like a parrot for how long?”

When there was no response, Jong-Hoo Pyo whispered sweetly like a devil.

“It is an insult to politics to play around with high-level personnel like this Jong-Hoo-Pyo without any sense! Grab my wings. I will make Ban Company the best!”

Unfortunately, there was no one to listen.

“I don’t even want something like the divorce law that transfers the soul of a living being. I just want to move a body that looks like a human, instead of a body that is indistinguishable from a crow or a parrot!”

Wow—

If that doesn’t work, a cleaning humanoid would be fine. Thinking so, Jong-Hoo-Pyo repeatedly slammed his head into the innocent formation. The blue light flashed and roared. It was truly an incredible willpower.

“With your magical powers, it won’t be difficult. Those monks’ strange ghosts! Just attach a few magic talismans to the Dharma treasure and transfer my voice to it! Then leave it to this Jong-Hoo-Pyo to take control of the Ragnarok Council! Revan will like it!”

A quiet hallway.

There was no answer until the very end.

The method of commenting remains silent today as well, with no sign of opening.

Jong-hu Pyo, who had been crying and screaming in front of the door that Mr. Unpyeong had closed, suddenly put his beak back in and changed his expression.

“Tch······.”

In the end, I gave up on persuading her again today and turned around.

The symbolism full of discontent was clearly revealed in the following speech.

“······. Damn you ignorant anti-company bastards. Politics is just a means. You’re not even going to use it as a means, and you’re planning on tying this Baekri Brain Jong-hu-pyo to a worthless body like this? That’s how afraid you are of my actions. Hahaha!”

But, it was at that very moment.

“Jong-Hoo-Pyo. Do you remember our warm first meeting?”

Suddenly, instead of the sky that had been crying out, something else suddenly appeared on the signboard. When I turned my gaze, it was the chairman of Ban Company. Revan was standing at the point where the corridor turned.

“?”

Jong-Hoo Pyo paused for a moment in the strange atmosphere, then asked back nonchalantly.

“Why are you suddenly talking about our first meeting?”

“When I went to the tavern you ran away to with the bailiff, you said that there are three beings in heaven and earth, and seven thrones in each city, but they will eventually fall, so they will not conform to the lifespan of humans and will eventually betray.”

“Hmm, that’s right.”

When Jong-Hoo Pyo thinks back, it seems like there definitely was something like that.

[There are three deities in heaven and earth, and seven deities in each city. However, even the three deities and seven deities will eventually die and fall, and the realms and powers they have achieved will flow away like the tide. Do you think they will die in accordance with the human lifespan? I, Jong-Hoo-Pyo, guarantee it. They too will surely desire a new world. Do you think that those who have already surpassed the standards of the species to the extreme will care about the eyes of the Federation residents?]

This was the passionate speech of Jong-Hoo-Pyo, who hated death more than anything else, in the dark tavern of Al-Heimdall.

Revan licked his lips.

“Did you say that the former Namgung family head praised your method there?”

“That’s right. My divination method is surprisingly the best in the world.”

“I was so sure of that when I saw the appearance of Surtr’s wheel right next to me. Now I know.”

“······.”

The bell tower slowly stopped flapping its wings.

Hwangryun! It’s a name I know so well. I can’t not know it.

The one who systematically brought ‘noble blood’ into the martial arts world was Hwang Ryun······.

···But why did Hwangryun’s name suddenly come out of that guy’s mouth? It’s something that’s kept in top secret, and no one outside the martial arts world knows about it. Even after going through so much hardship, he hasn’t said a single word!

Jong-Hoo Pyo was skeptical about the question itself, but he pretended not to know and just spoke without showing it.

“What happened to the Seventh Seat of the Martial Arts World? There is no one in the world who doesn’t know Hwangryun. I used to be a Martial Arts person myself, and I truly respected him. Hehehe.”

The most basic of the basics.

A professional politician is someone who can change his facial expressions, gestures, and tone of voice depending on the opponent.

But Revan drove straight ahead without even turning on his turn signal.

“Hwangryun was nurturing traitors in the city and supporting them, but I’m going to kill that mean old bastard someday. He used to stab people with his sword. That guy Chiljwa has rough hands.”

“······huh?”

Jong-Hoo-Pyo was a little taken aback by Revan’s aggressive words, but he quickly responded as if he had no idea. His innocent beak moved straight and honestly.

“No, this can’t be happening! That Hwangryun?”

“What do you think?”

“That’s nonsense. Are you mistaken about something or blindly believing a false report? If it’s true… how could it be… when I respected you as a person…”

“Hoopyo. You’re not human anymore.”

Srrrrung—

“There is no reason to keep you alive.”

The black sword smoothly slips out of its scabbard.

Crunch!

Within seconds, the blade of the light pierces Jong-hu-pyo’s beak.

but.

“Huh, you made a mistake.”

Jong Hu-pyo, a natural-born politician who rose from the bottom to become a dragon.

“Don’t you know who I am? This body is Jong-Hoo-Pyo-aaaaaaaaaah—!!!”

Jong-Hoo-Pyo, who had been holding out his tongue as long as possible, bought himself some time and thought about it. Jong-Hoo-Pyo’s sense of survival began to work very keenly. From now on, he started calculating how he should speak to survive.

‘Hey, why is this guy acting like this all of a sudden? I didn’t pay any attention to him until now, but then suddenly… There must have been something going on with Hwang Ryun. Anyway, answer him bravely and let’s at least save our lives this time!’

Jong-Hoo-Pyo, with his sword in front of him, firmly resolved not to retreat in battle.

Soon, Revan, who had his sword drawn, spoke.

“I have risen to the rank of Twelve, and I have become acquainted with the big names of the Federation, and Ban Company is already the only megacorp in Ragnarok City. Now, unlike in the past when even Namgungcheon could not be easily defeated, there is nothing to envy. Stop annoying politics and just line up with the Federation like other companies. Now tell me why I should maintain your useless life.”

“Huh! You’re going to get rid of me for just that reason?”

“Just that?”

“Tsk tsk, you’re a person who can only see an inch ahead of you. Of course, I can tell you over a hundred things right now. Don’t change your mind after listening to me.”

Jong-Hoo Pyo clicked his tongue as if he was pathetic, and immediately opened his mouth with a sullen face.

“First, I am the only politician in the anti-company group. So send me to the political arena of Ragnarok. The politics of a remote city like this are easy to cook, so it will help you control the voters who are quickly coming in. I, Baekri Noebu Jong-hu-pyo, am a politician who entered the central political world alone.”

“Second, when you gain the power to swallow up a small city, does politics seem sloppy and easy? It’s not. Politics is a complicated art and a machine. If it gets twisted, it has the power to bury the Twelve States. It’s a part that just needs to be touched up a little by soothing the conflicts and inferiority complex of the incompetent. You wild bastard. Are you going to keep using your sword? Do you really think you won’t fight a battle of public opinion later? When that time comes, will you bring in stiff-necked and incompetent thugs? My ability, which has been rolled from the ground up, will be desperately needed. You don’t plan on leaving the political part to a novice who only knows business management and stocks, do you? If you look at it closely, I may seem like an unnecessary card. However, is there a thug who throws away the cards he has in his hand, calling them dead cards? For now, I’m holding on to them. Until the day comes when I can use them.”

“Third, even if you do as I say, there’s no harm to Ban Company, right? After all, they’re holding on to my lifeline.”

“Fourth, generally speaking, the more developed the political level of a city is, the easier it is to draw out the judgment of the members of society as desired. First, my suggestion is to create two major political parties and hold everything in your hands behind the scenes. Also create a secret organization that operates behind the scenes. By the way, I am good at such backroom operations. Then, have the final approval authority control them and take over the entire city······.”

Jong-hu-pyo continued his speech on the spot, with a clear mind. If he kept going like this, he seemed like he would somehow end up saying a hundred things. That was why Revan cut him off firmly while Jong-hu-pyo was talking about the fourth thing.

“Jong-hu-pyo. From now on, if you lie even once, I will put a message somewhere. Do you understand?”

“······Hmm.”

Revan’s eyes were dry and devoid of playfulness.

Jong-Hoo Pyo, who saw the indifferent expression on her face, moved his beak a little cautiously.

“Well, that’s easy. I understand, so let’s get started.”

“Did you know Hwangryun?”

Foot-

Jong-Hoo-Pyo laughed and answered with a confident attitude.

“He wasn’t a close associate, just someone on the left heel. He got some information from the central political circles and colluded with Hwang Ryun. It was a condition for receiving good blood.”

“I see. I wouldn’t be able to walk without my heels.”

“······.”

The look in Revan’s eyes as he looked at the serious Jong-hu-pyo was unusual.

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“······Anyway, that’s it! Even if I played around in the central political circles, how could I have known about the betrayal of a level 9 big shot without any connections? You guys should have guessed the secret behind it yourself!”

The heel of the Seven Seated Emperor Huang Lun.

When it was finally revealed that he was a very close associate of Hwang Ryun, Jong Hu-pyo lost his mind and screamed.

“Oh my heavens!!!!!!!”

He couldn’t control his temper at the moment when his thousand-year plan to swallow up the Ragnarok political world, build connections, and slowly find a way to survive from the bottom up was about to fall apart.

Of course, Revan knew from the beginning that Jong-Hoo-Pyo was that kind of person, so he asked without much concern.

“If you had gone to Surtr, you might have survived under the protection of the Emperor, but why did you run away to Al Heimdall?”

Then Jong-Hoo-Pyo answered with a sneer.

“If I went to the martial arts world, I would have been killed without anyone knowing. That’s why I ran away to the easy Al Heimdall.”

“Was that reason a lie too?”

Originally, Jong-hu-pyo had informed the Lubergen Executor that they were going to gather at Al Heimdall to receive blood. However, that was a lie. He had thrown out a message to see if there were more traitors, and if so, they might split their forces there.

“I thought that Hwangryun would abandon you if she saw you like that.”

“My survival instinct warned me. Surviving with a shield is a piece of cake. The Emperor’s Sword was shattered into pieces while searching for the heavens of the martial arts world without any sense, and you’re saying such things after seeing that? To that bastard Hwang Ryun, Namgung Cheon and I are nothing more than a means or a mat. Just like politics, which is used as a means to rule the world. If only I had been quick-witted······.”

“i get it.”

Revan used the end table to quickly connect the dots.

Hwangryun and Namgung’s former head of household, Namgungcheon. And now, the city’s traitors who have died or disappeared without anyone knowing, the undercover agents under Hwangryun, and lastly, Jonghupyo.

They were all cogs turning in the hands of the Seven Seated Emperor.

After a while, Revan asked.

“Why did you increase the number of traitors?”

“Even in the world of corpses, there are forces. A group of talented traitors, a group that has been receiving blood since the distant past and has great power······However, if Hwang Ryun is a human who wants to become a true ‘king’ or ‘heaven’, would he crawl under someone else as soon as he becomes a corpse? He has created his own force in advance by coaxing those who are capable and greedy. He wants to drag everyone down and conquer them all at once.”

“He really is a guy who doesn’t have any answers.”

“Hwangryun is narrow-minded and gets jealous of anyone stronger than her. It’s worse than you can imagine.”

If that plan had gone as planned, the shaman’s vacuum would have stopped it. And a great war would have broken out within Surt City.

Jin Gongjin expressed regret that Hwangryun’s ear was cut off and his plan was ruined, but if war had been waged, countless people would have died. Jin Gongjin’s words were not wrong, but on the other hand, it could be said that Ma-Jun’s actions were more correct.

Revan said.

“As soon as the Demon Lord Mengwu Jia appeared in the world, he cut off Huang Lun’s ear, and the traitors and armed groups that had been secretly operating under Huang Lun until recently suddenly disappeared. It is possible that they were all annihilated. Briefly describe this situation.”

Jong-Hoo-Pyo, who immediately grasped the situation with those few words, let out a sigh.

“Hmm. That author decided to cut off his tail and survive on his own, avoiding the eyes of the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord may have threatened him to do something about it.”

So, Jong-Hoo-Pyo has a rough idea of ​​the situation.

Suddenly, Jong-Hoo-Pyo thought of something and started to speak a little faster. Isn’t Hwang-Lun, who was stabbed by Ma-Jon, burning all the evidence? If this happens, I will be in great danger. Could it be that I am the only one left?

“Yes, my body that is currently sealed in Jinju-eonga is fine, right? With Hwangryun’s power, I can easily break through Unga’s magic. Isn’t Unpyeong here right now? Being locked in a place like this, I can’t fully use my abilities, so I’m completely blind—”

“Even if I kill Hwangryun, I need evidence that will allow me to pass without incident. Before the demon lord Maengwoo-gak who came into the world disappears again.”

“······You want me to kill Hwangryun, so give me the evidence?”

Foodie!

Jong-Hoo-Pyo flapped his wings in fright.

Even though Hwangryun is a mean and narrow-minded writer, he is not someone to be ignored. He is none other than Chiljwa, you idiot!

But if you say that, he looks like he’s about to swing his sword. If you just push him, Jong-Hoo-Pyo will die.

The next moment, Jong-Hoo-Pyo asked Revan with a solemn expression.

“···Whether I speak or not, I die. Which one do you think I would choose to survive?”

“If you want to live one more day, you have to tell me. I can kill you right now.”

“Yes. I’m thinking hard about it, so just wait.”

Slowly, Jong-Hoo-Pyo began to think seriously and come up with a solution.

And after about 10 seconds.

Jong-Hoo-Pyo nodded reluctantly.

“Originally, a clever rabbit would dig three holes. I’ll help you kill Hwangryun someday. Judging from your expression, it won’t take many years-”

* * *

After having a thorough conversation with Jong-Hoo Pyo.

I went straight to Castra Vietang. The building of the Van Company was the tallest and largest in Ragnarok, so there were plenty of offices, and there were many offices in the depths of the building that were so scattered that even the architects of the building didn’t know about them.

“I need a good-looking and likeable doll.”

“doll?”

Buetan, who had just gotten up from his bed, said, looking somewhat relaxed. His strange eyes were shining.

“why?”

“A guy who’s into politics needs a face for himself. I think he’ll be using her for a few years before something happens.”

“Okay. I’ll give you one in a few years. But I have to be a politician, and my dolls are from criminal backgrounds. Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Then I guess it doesn’t feel awkward at all. Rather, it feels familiar.”

“Take it.”

Castra Vietang lent me the doll quite obediently.

There was no need to start a war. After seeing the divine power of the Amazons with his own eyes, Vuetan had been keeping quiet. He didn’t do anything special with the dolls except for running the mafia organization. When asked why, Vuetan answered like this.

“That monster, and the Mazone too. I tried to peek at them for no reason and my mental strength was greatly reduced. Even if I just sit still, my magic power keeps getting twisted and I get tired.”

“Byuntan, with his head held high, smiled and added,

“Anyway, I had a good date.”

“From now on, don’t mess with other people’s minds.”

“I’m sorry, but I really only shook it a little. Do you really think the mental barrier of a level 8 wizard who has passed the level of maturity would be that weak? Even if it was an elite doll, it was only level 8.”

“······.”

“Well, once elves get hooked, they do treat you well.”

Phew!

Byuetang couldn’t hold back his laughter.

After a while, as I was about to leave, Byuetang added a few more words.

“That’s right. That’s what the elf said. It’s the mysterious city discovered during the development of Al Heimdall. I was curious, so I looked into it in various ways, but it seems like something really unusual.”

“?”

“It looks like some great relic has been discovered. This is not a joke, it’s real.”

This world was originally a very large and bountiful place.

At least until about a hundred and fifty years ago, when corpses began to appear in the world. The rare minerals and various treasures from Alheimdall were also several times more abundant in the past.

I thought of the tree branch left behind by the Seventh-Centered Master, Cesta Asparov. Wasn’t this also his invention that has retained its power to this day?

“Whatever comes out, I’ll take it from Al Heimdall.”

“Probably so? Unless something particularly special comes up.”

“Take a rest.”

“Oh, you’re so kind~”

After chatting with the smiling Vuitton, I went to the rooftop of the Ban Company.

It’s still quite cold.

It gave a long view of the city of Ragnarok, with all its lights on, and the outskirts, which were like a construction site.

A few days later.

Wheeing—

The cool air of Ragnarok seeps into my collar.

— Ugh, it’s still cold.

— Winter will be over soon. Stop whining and be patient.

It was not yet winter. The selectors of the company who were called to the training grounds at dawn began their training without fail. Now, the few remaining first-round selectors were all well over level 6, and more than half of them had reached the high level of level 7. One more level 8 person had emerged. Of the original hundred or so, only about half remained, but it was an enormous force.

The second round of selections, which had chosen a thousand people. Of those with an average level of 4, more than half remained, and among them, two people developed their talents and surpassed the level 7 barrier. They boasted skills that were no different from those selected in the first round.

And out of the 5,000 third-round selectors, exactly 500 remained. One-tenth. Since they were selected only if they had experience holding guns and swords, they were eliminated because they could not endure the harsher training and actual combat outside the barriers than expected. Nevertheless, there were five people who stood out among the third-round selectors. They were looking forward to the next level, 6th level, after about a year since the selection, beyond level 5.

If only they had been properly trained.

If you just consistently participate in the occasional corpse extermination, you will gain strength.

Excellent martial arts and magic. The essences that are provided in near-infinite amounts by the company, and these people who can be considered as big-time training instructors. Ahimsa and Vance, or Rubenka and Dylan, took turns in manipulating the selectors. Under the system set by Cassandra, who was a former academy professor, the selectors quickly became stronger.

Those who volunteered to become stronger from the beginning. Those who knew that a dangerous battle awaited them someday, but still stepped in from the beginning.

Ragnarok. The selectors of Ban Company were looked upon with envy wherever they went in the city. Those waiting for the next selection of Ban Company were still flowing into Ragnarok, and those who had quit being selectors had even opened a selector academy near the city center to make a living.

And today, right now.

Co-CEO Dylan called those selectors together. Admiration, respect, jealousy, hatred. Thousands of eyes gathered at Dylan standing in front of the training ground.

yet.

Hooooo—

“There are too many people in this tiny city. It will continue to grow. I don’t plan on building shantytowns and turning it into a slum city. I’m sick of that kind of stuff.”

Dylan said, exhaling the thick cigarette smoke that he had inhaled deep into his lungs.

“So, starting tomorrow, we’re going to expand the walls of Ragnarok City. We’re going to clear away all the corpses outside and build a new wall. The land will expand, but you might die in the process. Maybe we’ll all die. So, you idiots who don’t like it, get out now.”

At Dylan’s words, Ragnarok City began to stir.