58 – Chapter 58. The Mine, Red Ginseng Candy, and Thousand-Mile Hitler (3)
Clap clap clap-!
I was so startled that I slapped my cheek.
“Ouch!”
The golden sun maiden jumped up, her cheeks flushed red.
“Who are you-“
“Hush.”
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I put two fingers in her mouth to silence her.
I wore gloves, so the impure and dirty saliva wouldn’t touch my bare hands.
“Do you recognize me?”
I glared at her with my burning, fiery eyes.
Trembling, the golden sun maiden nodded her head.
“Why did you impersonate me? Do you know that you can be charged with defamation, identity theft, forced cosplay, and illegal priest bomb defilement?”
Doridori. Chicken stew.
After contemplating, I smacked the golden sun maiden on the head with an empty hand.
Smack!
“Eubut~”
“From now on, I will listen to your pathetic excuses. If you lie or give an unsatisfactory answer… you know, right? Summarize it in three lines.”
I quickly removed my hand from the mouth of the nodding golden sun maiden.
“Eput- M-my name is Bianca. I apologize for borrowing your name. However, I believe there is justice in our actions and I have no doubt about it.”
The golden princess, Bianca, began her explanation.
The gist of it is as follows.
Bianca was living in a poor neighborhood with her younger sister when people in black robes kidnapped her sister and took her to a mine.
In her quest to rescue her sister, she ended up joining a faction called the Resistance of the White Stone Whale, and discovered that the ones who kidnapped her sister were researchers from the Red Whale Matap.
These people were not only kidnapping children from orphanages and poor neighborhoods all over the kingdom, but also sending them to a secret research laboratory in the mine for biological experiments.
With the help of one conscientious Matap researcher who informed the Resistance of this information, they planned a successful terrorist attack, but the power of the bomb exceeded expectations, causing uncontrollable chaos.
“If it’s you, you can enter the secret research laboratory and save my sister and the children. I don’t care what happens to me. Please, just save the children…”
Bianca, with tears streaming down her face, kneeled and bowed deeply.
Was it to explore the mine for sulfur?
A woman risking her life to save her one and only sister in the world.
The poor children who were kidnapped by the Mad Scientists, a sub-faction of the Yakuzas.
It was impossible not to feel moved.
“Alright. Lead the way.”
“T-Thank you!”
They went to the meeting place where they were supposed to make contact with the researcher who received the information from Bianca.
“Y-You’re very late. Is it still possible?”
“This person is a real ninja deserter. Trust me.”
Upon hearing Bianca’s words, the researcher wiped away his sweat and began guiding them towards the location where the children were.
It was a relief to see things falling into place smoothly.
“Where are you going?”
In the underground passage of the mine, they encountered six enemies.
“Hey, it’s the Twelve Disciples… Have they already arrived? Six of them!”
A researcher shouted, pulling at his hair. He’d make a good opera singer.
“Calm down. I’ll handle it.”
I may not know what these guys are up to, but I’m a super ninja who can pluck a pubic hair with one finger from my black sword.
There was no chance of failure.
“So, you’re the runaway ninja. Are you here to rescue the kids? Pointless endeavor. They’re all going to die anyway.”
“The booze tonight will be extraordinary.”
“I want to hear the sweet sound of screams.”
There was a guy holding a sword that looked just like my ninja sword.
They might have been some kind of wannabe ninjas, but they only looked pathetic.
“-Ninja encirclement.”
They surrounded the six of us and swung their swords.
“Oh, no!”
“We’ve heard of that technique too-“
Swish!
A woman holding a shield as big as her body.
Two men who looked like twins.
A woman wielding a folding fan.
An old lady holding something like a hellfire staff.
They killed one person each with a single slash.
Ninjas moving in a narrow and dark mine. No one can stop them.
“This is… unbelievable…”
The man holding the clone ninja sword trembled as he looked at the five dead bodies that were killed in an instant.
“That sword, is it a ninja sword?”
Instead of killing him to ask this, I spared him.
“…The Order Maintenance Army has always been the guardian of law and order.”
Why are they suddenly introducing the Order Maintenance Army?
“Our protection has been passed down through generations of warriors. Since you killed my friends, you are now an enemy of the kingdom.”
“What?”
“As a warrior and the twelfth disciple of the Swordsmanship Association, Byeon Geom-gyeong, tell me. How long do you think you can protect your neck from the Swordsmanship Association?”
“What the hell.”
The bastard doesn’t answer and just babbles nonsense. I should just kill him.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!
Swoosh~
“Ahh…!”
After five slashes, I cut his throat. The owner of the flying clone ninja sword had only fear and terror on his face.
It is enough to be the last emotion felt by third-rate samurais who suck up to mad scientists.
“Continue to guide me.”
I held the clone ninja sword that he was carrying in my empty hand. This is a unique ninja sword.
Now, if I gather just one more ninja, it’ll be possible to chew up Jorobin.
“Amazing…!”
“Ah, understood!”
Upon hearing Bianca’s admiration and the researcher’s response, he moved again.
Since he had clearly killed them, he didn’t bother to check the bodies. Sloppy ninja.
“That bastard! Where were you? Joseph… oh!”
They arrived at the secret research lab. He gave a jet kick to the man who was shouting at the researchers who came with him and entered inside.
“Shut up!”
He killed anyone who came into his sight, regardless of whether they were men or women, as he advanced forward.
Even if they all died, it was a cheap monster.
“This is outrageous! The disciples of Byeon Geomgyeong!”
In the center of the lab, there was an old man and children trapped inside mini prisons.
“I, I am Joseph Manglobe. He’s the one who planned all of this.”
“I see. You rescue the children.”
He entrusted the rescue mission to Bianca and the researchers and approached the old demon known as Joseph.
Seeing him holding a staff, he must be a magician. The slow movement of his mouth seemed like he was trying to perform some trick.
Shing!
“Agh….”
He threw a repair sword at the man’s wrist, causing him to drop the staff.
“Now, wait a moment! Aren’t you curious about what all of this is for? It’s a tremendous thing, something you can’t even imagine!”
I couldn’t hear a word he said. A mad scientist who used children for human experiments.
The only verdict is death. The ninja slowly swung two blades as he approached the man.
“You, you ignorant fool! You don’t even know how many people my research can save…!”
Joseph, trembling, seemed to have made up his mind as he pulled something out of his pocket.
It was a red, round candy, clearly a ginseng candy that he had saved for himself.
“This bastard was sucking on a ginseng candy in the middle of a battle.”
The ninja threw one and cut off the man’s arm that held the ginseng candy.
A worthless scumbag like this doesn’t even deserve the pleasure of having candy before he dies.
“Uwaaah!”
Joseph screamed as he fell to the ground. His pants were damp, perhaps from urinating.
The ninja crushed the ginseng candy right in front of him.
Crunch.
Lifting his foot again, he checked and saw that the ginseng candy was completely shattered.
“You… you know what this is… this insane bastard…!”
Joseph, who had been pouring out blood, looked at the broken ginseng candy with a pathetic gaze, as if it were a shattered soul.
“Aren’t you curious?”
Snap!
He stomped on the man’s face, ending it all.
Save many people? The mad scientist only brings destruction, anger, and pain. He saves no one.
Ignoring the fallen Joseph, he checked to see if the rescue of the children was going well.
“Unni~!”
*Sniffle~*
Bianca hugged a little girl and cried, while the researcher watched as the children, with a satisfied expression, were released from their shackles.
But this guy was also a member of the organization that conducted this terrible experiment, the Red Whale Matap.
According to my principles, I couldn’t let him live.
Anyone who compromises with evil, even once, must die. That’s my principle.
But still, there’s a chance, a chance that he didn’t know about this horrible act because he was a newbie. I’m willing to spare him if that’s the case.
As I moved to decide his fate, I discovered a suspicious object shining in blue.
It was protected inside reinforced glass, with charms stuck all over it. It must be an extremely important item.
“What is this?”
“It’s an artifact that contains the soul of a watcher, a very dangerous object.”
Watcher. It sounds like what Treebo said.
Was it a spooky ghost? If so, it’s an item that ordinary people can’t handle.
I have to destroy it in a place where no one is around.
“It’s, it’s dangerous! It could bring disaster!”
“Only I can prevent the disaster.”
He gave me a brief explanation and shattered the glass. I removed the charms that seemed to be attached as a form of protection…
“You, you can’t do that! It’s too dangerous!”
The researcher hurriedly approached.
Ziiiiing-!
“Ah.”
The darkness descended in an instant. What the hell, is just touching me enough to become a Spirit-Torture?
– I can sense the energy of Belka-Tuna and Hass-Shanda in your soul. Your mental barrier… is impressive. Who are you?
In the pitch-black space where even my body is invisible, a voice echoed.
It had the gentle tone unique to a middle-aged woman.
– To challenge us without fear. That crime can only be paid with death.
The brat interrupts my words.
“You, the Observer.”
Dark space. Echoing voice. The pattern was too obvious, so I immediately figured it out.
– My name is Por-Pena. I am one of the Great Five Spirits. I have been with this planet since the Dawn Era.
“Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die.”
Where could this guy be in this space?
– I don’t know how you broke down and absorbed the spirits of Belka-Tuna and Hass-Shanda, but I am not an easy existence like them. I will show you the worst nightmare.
“Quit babbling and come at me, you coward.”
– It is rare to face the darkest dream. It can also be called a blessing. I will bestow a blessing upon you. An eternal blessing that will never end…
Those were the last words.
“What is this again…”
As I regained consciousness, I found myself standing alone in an endless field.
I lowered my gaze to check if my body was intact.
“Nin?”
I was holding a ninja sword while wearing a ninja suit. Although the newly acquired clone ninja sword was not visible, it didn’t matter if I had one or not.
I had become a perfect fugitive ninja. Why is this called a nightmare?
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Whooooo-
Suddenly, the sound of a horn pierced the silence.
Thump, thump-
The heavy footsteps echoed through the field along with the horn.
“One race! One empire! One Thousand Demons!”
“Well, sh*t.”
I turned my head at the familiar slogan. The scene that unfolded was… more than just a nightmare.
“Guten Tag.”
Soldiers dressed in Nazi uniforms stood at the forefront with jet suits on their backs.
“eeek!”
Nazi officers rode on armored-sauruses (ancient creatures restored through supernatural technology), adorned with all sorts of weapons resembling cannons.
“killkillkill~!”
Undead samurais resurrected through sorcery rampaged in the heat, wielding replicas of Muramasa swords.
“Charge!”
Corrupted kung fu masters spewed energy from their fists, assuming battle stances.
The name of this vast army…
It was undoubtedly the alliance of yokai and Nazis, as seen only in illustrations from the ninja history book!
Not the future alliance, nor the present one. It was exactly as it was during World War II.
The perfectly resurrected forces of evil.
It was the most terrifying nightmare I had ever imagined, unfolding right before my eyes.
“Nin~!”
I quickly hid my body among the nearby reeds.
Should I kill all of them? Alone?
My body trembled with excitement that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Can I do it? Of course. I am a runaway ninja.
After calming my mind with ninja breathing techniques, I looked back at the Union Army’s formation.
Before starting the battle, I had to confirm if “that bastard” was there.
I watched the approaching figures in a stealthy shadow state.
About five minutes passed. When the army approached right in front of me, I could see the face of “that bastard.”
“…!”
Someone wearing a refined modified hanbok and carrying a bundle on his back.
Someone with a distinctive barcode-like mustache fluttering in the wind.
Someone who called himself the incarnation of the Demon King Hitler.
– Unite with all your heart.
Adolf Hitler, the Demon King.