Episode 90: Fire (2)
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It’s been an hour since Joo Ha-yeon entered the dungeon.
Gwon-wool was facing a difficult situation.
“I was pathetically fainting… … .”
“Ha, I’m sorry, Hanul.”
It was because of these two people, Mei Hong and Kwon Hu-don.
The two, who came to their senses, listened to Kwon Wool’s explanation of the situation and fell into an extreme sense of shame.
“I can’t even cut a single insect… … .”
“If only I had been stronger… … .”
It seemed like it was a huge shock to pass out without being able to do anything about Behemoth.
“Just surviving from Behemoth is a great thing. Neither of you will be heartbroken.”
Gwonwool comforted them both. But after hearing that, the two became more serious.
“… … Come to think of it.”
As if suddenly remembered, Mayhong asked Kwon Wool.
“I heard that GG protected us until the captain came. But where did GG go?”
“As soon as the work was done, I left first.”
“You left? Where?”
Kwon-wool shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t know.
“I couldn’t even say thank you.”
“I know… … He would have been in danger, but for us… … .”
GG was worried about Kwon Wool as well.
GG’s plan is to rescue a blood relative of the family kidnapped by the Pablo family.
However, the Pablo family is a cartel that controls a region in South America.
GG alone was a daunting opponent.
“Ah, by the way, Hanul. how was the devil Were you strong?”
Mei Hong also took an interest in Kwon Hu-don’s question.
Both of them are high level demons that I have never met before. Maybe we won’t see each other again in the future. I couldn’t help but wonder.
“It was strong.”
Gwon-ul said without hesitation.
The advanced demon who introduced himself as Mammon was really strong.
“I wouldn’t have been able to do anything if it wasn’t for my weakened state.”
“You mean that was about that?”
“Still, the captain won. So what is it?”
Kwon Kwon-ul couldn’t help but smile bitterly at Mei-hong’s words.
The win was won, but it was an unsatisfying battle.
‘My wise dragon ascension skills didn’t work on Mamon.’
Gwon-ul Kwon judged his strength by dividing it into two cases.
The confidence when using only Black Dragon Blood and the confidence when using all bloodlines.
The reason was that the gap between the two cases was too large.
When using all lineages and powers, Kwonwonul gains tremendous power to the extent that even powerful enemies can easily defeat them.
However, as long as the existence of the lineage was hidden, it could not be used at any time.
In addition, there was a bunch of things to consider as average skills because it was in a state of doping.
That’s why Kwon Wool used only Black Dragon Blood as pure skill.
‘Black dragon blood is the most powerful lineage among my lineages and is my foundational ability.’
From Gwonwool’s fighting method to the powers that he mainly uses.
Black dragon blood existed in all backgrounds.
‘That didn’t work… … It means that my skills aren’t far behind Mamon’s.’
Even after using the Wise Dragon Ascension Sky, Mamon got up again.
I’ve fought against many strong enemies so far, but this was the first time.
‘We need to further raise the level of the Ascension of the Hyeonryong.’
Hyeonryongseungcheongong still had infinite possibilities.
The last type, the ascending type, remained. I haven’t been able to properly use the season that I recently got in my hand.
‘There are many powers of Black Dragon Blood that have not been learned yet.’
The true value of Hyeonryong Ascension is born when it is combined with the authority of Black Dragon Blood.
Even a skill that originally had 10 power would become several times that when combined with Black Dragon Blood.
‘Come to think of it… … When the assimilation rate reached 40%, I could use the power of transfusion.’
GG said that transfusion is the ability to mimic the abilities of other creatures.
Then, how much power would he get if he summoned the ability of the black dragon?
“How was it compared to that guy?”
Kwon Hu-don’s sudden question shattered his thoughts.
“Is that the man?”
“I mean Jose Dil Pablo.”
Gwon-ul was in trouble. I guessed which of the two would be stronger.
“… … It will be stronger.”
Then, without realizing it, he opened his mouth.
“who? After all, higher level demons are stronger, right?”
“no.”
Gwonwool shook his head and said.
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“Jose Dil Pablo will be significantly stronger.”
* * *
Mexico is famous for its lawlessness, but not all areas are like that.
There are also areas where entertainment and entertainment are developed to the extent that they are comparable to large cities in other countries.
Zebra City.
It is famous for being the most colorful city in Mexico.
It was one of the safest places in Mexico because it was directly policed by the Pablo family.
The reason for keeping this city from the Pablo family was simple.
It was because it was the goose that laid the golden eggs that could earn huge income.
Other than that, there were other minor reasons.
Since the members of the Pablo family are also human beings, they needed a place to appropriately release their desires.
For this reason, Zebra City has prospered and become a city whose light never goes out.
“boss. Im here.”
The back alleys of Ghibli City.
A luxury vehicle stopped. The man in the passenger seat got out and opened the back door.
The person who got out of the back seat was a man of considerable age.
But no one could ignore this man just because he was old. At least in Mexico.
“Come in.”
The boss of the Pablo family. Ricardo Pablo entered the back door of the building with two of his men.
Upon entering, the club appeared. Even at peak business hours, no one was in the club.
“Ricardo!”
As if waiting, a young woman came running. This club was the madam who ran it.
“Do you know how surprised I was when he said he was coming all of a sudden? Do you know how hard it was to get all the guests out?”
“I’m sorry. I mean, I’ve been having a lot of trouble lately. You came even though you knew Madame was in trouble.”
Madame guided Ricardo Pablo to the center of the club.
The reason why I brought it to the center rather than the VVIP room was because of Ricardo Pablo’s taste.
He enjoyed drinking in such a spacious place rather than a confined space.
Ricardo Pablo sat down. Madam quickly occupied the seat next to him.
“Are there any difficulties these days?”
“Ricardo is here. Could something like that happen?”
Madam replied as she poured herself a drink.
“Isn’t it hard to come here every time? Just call me to the mansion.”
“This old man’s only pleasure is going out to see your face. What if I block that as well?”
“I’m afraid it will be difficult.”
“It’s because it’s cramped when I’m alone in the mansion. Sometimes, if I don’t go out for a walk like this, my body stiffens.”
Ricardo Pablo poured the drink into his mouth. Strong whiskey scraped down his gullet.
“There are a lot of ominous rumors going around these days.”
Madame immediately poured a drink into an empty glass.
“I heard all the cartels swore allegiance to the Godfather.”
“Not everyone. I am still there.”
Ricardo Pablo frowned and raised his glass.
“Are you going to disapprove of the Godfather?”
“Admit it and go to sleep… … In the first place, the alliance was created only to prevent conflict between cartels. That young godfather is acting presumptuously.”
The problem is that the presumptuous behavior is succeeding.
After subjugating the weak cartels one by one, even the important cartels went under the Godfather.
“It’s an off-topic question, but… … Did Ricardo not want the cartel to unite?”
In the past, that is, before dungeons appeared on Earth.
Originally, the cartel in South America was an organization. They acted as one body under the name of the drug lord.
There was no time when the South American cartel was as strong and brilliant as that time.
“I wanted it.”
Ricardo Pablo readily admitted.
“But Godfather… … he’s not It’s too dangerous. I am dreaming an over-the-top dream.”
“If it’s a dream that goes beyond the subject… … .”
“He wants fame.”
Ricardo Pablo emptied the third glass.
“They are talking about the delusion of growing the power of the cartel and spreading it all over the world. How can you trust and follow a guy like that?”
It wasn’t that I didn’t understand.
In the past, national strength referred to factors such as the economy, politics, military, and culture of a country.
If not, the meaning of national power in modern times has changed a little.
How many outstanding hunters do you have?
How powerful artifacts do you possess.
These are things you can only get if you have a dungeon. And dungeons appear everywhere in the world.
The Godfather’s delusion started here. It is to raise the status of the cartel by fostering strong hunters.
“You really are a fool.”
But that’s what I say because I don’t know the world.
If you leave South America, when you go out into the world, there are so many terrible monsters that you can’t even talk about.
There is nothing to go far. Even the Black Chun group that is visiting Mexico right now is a loser in East Asia. Isn’t it a group that is recognized around the world?
“The Godfather and my nephew… … I don’t know anything yet.”
Saying that, it was time to raise the fourth glass.
Suddenly the door to the club opened and a dozen men came inside.
“What are they doing?”
“I know who is here right now!”
The two bodyguards who brought Ricardo Pablo stopped the men.
It was then.
“Who is there? I wonder if you didn’t know that?”
A familiar voice came from behind.
The men split in half. Someone walked down the road that looked like that.
As soon as I saw that face, Ricardo Pablo’s face contorted.
“… … this guy.”
“Uncle. I’m sorry for interrupting your tryst.”
said Jose Dil Pablo with a hearty laugh.
“What were you thinking when you did this?”
“If you already noticed, do you have to listen to it through my mouth to clear your mind? The boss of the Pablo family is here to change.”
A vein sprouted from Ricardo Pablo’s forehead.
“What is the reason?”
“The Godfather wants the Pablo family. He said that the cartel needs to unite in order to achieve the grand ideals to be drawn in the future.”
“A grand ideal? You mean that bullsh*t about making the cartel a global group?”
There was anger in Ricardo Pablo’s voice.
“The Godfather has the ability to make that bullsh*t come true.”
“Stop the dog talk! It seems that there is nothing to be seen that you have taken the king’s seat in a village like this!”
“I can’t speak. I won’t have to deal with it.”
Jose Dil Pablo clicked his tongue.
“Uncle. Please leave quietly. I don’t want to spill blood with my uncle. No matter how much I do, if I kill my uncle, I think my dream will be inconvenient.”
“This guy… … !”
“And Godfather wants the whole Pablo family.”
That’s why he was aiming for the moment when Ricardo Pablo came to the club.
Now is the only time Ricardo Pablo moves without an escort.
If it had been aimed at another time, a bloody civil war would have begun.
“It was me who raised you, not Godfather! A guy who grew up eating my money and blood dares to betray me?”
“I’m sorry about that. But thanks to me, the Pablo family will thrive. Let’s pretend that we repaid the favor.”
“Shut up!”
said Ricardo Pablo, pointing to Jose Dil Pablo.
“What are you doing! Don’t kneel before me right now!”
José Dil Pablo sneered at his uncle’s scolding.
“Uncle, you can’t think that those guys can do anything about me… … .”
José Dil Pablo’s voice slowly faded.
This is because monsters dressed in black appeared from the pillars and ceiling of the club.
“… … Uncle. What gift is this again?”
“They are the brothers of the desert that you hired in advance knowing that you will betray them sooner or later.”
Even though he told me his name, Jose Dil Pablo didn’t seem to know at all.
Like this ignorant bastard.
Ricardo Pablo sighed and explained.
“… … They are Middle Eastern assassins who are famous for assassinating world rankers with triple numbering.”
Rankers who are said to be the strongest in the world.
Among them, 500 particularly strong hunters are given a number.
Even though the brothers of the desert had the lowest number, they were powerful enough to assassinate a world ranker with a triple number.
“You think you cornered me, but… … Opposite. I drove you into a trap.”
The brothers of the desert took out their weapons from their arms.
chains, blades, scythes, etc.
He killed so many people that he could smell the blood even from a distance.
“I asked for the best service for you. Accept it gratefully.”
Jose Dil Pablo opened subspace. Two weapons were drawn from inside.
It was a greatsword with a row of sharp protrusions sprouting instead of a blade, and a small pickaxe similar to a pickel used when climbing a rock.
“I don’t know if it’s the brother of the desert or Nabal.”
Holding both weapons in each hand, José Dil Pablo let himself die.
“I’ll make you regret it soon.”