Chapter 184

The distance was estimated to be quite far.

The deliberation was short.

“I’m going there.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I need to grasp the situation.”

“No, I don’t think there’s a need to go that far…”

Muhyuk stared intently at Adeon.

“Okay, okay, I got it.”

Adeon reluctantly agreed and followed Muhyuk.

“We’re only going near.”

“Right? I thought so.”

He only needed to send Skull Snakes near the location where the battle occurred. He could grasp the situation with their vision alone.

Wind Step.

The problem was that Adeon was quite slow.

“Hurry up.”

“Ugh, I know.”

Muhyuk, who was pushing off the ground again, turned his head.

Adeon was nowhere to be seen.

“Haa.”

Just as he was about to stop and wait, he heard a voice from the front.

“What are you doing not coming?”

“Huh?”

Adeon was ahead of Muhyuk.

“Hehe, it’s my skill. How is it? Isn’t it cool?”

He must have used a skill to switch places with a doll that was already in position.

“Then I’ll go even faster.”

“Uh…?”

Muhyuk increased his speed.

Pabababat.

Adeon could only blankly stare at his back.

“Should I just run away?”

At that moment, a Skull Snake sprang up from the ground and wrapped around Adeon’s neck.

As if to say he would be killed right there and then if he ran away.

“I, I’m going…!”

Only then did he remember seeing the summoned creature in front of him.

Ugh, damn it.

Adeon cursed inwardly and quickened his pace.

Location Swap!

Thanks to switching positions with the dolls every time the skill cooldown returned, he barely managed to reach the destination on time.

“Ugh, what’s the situation…”

“Shh.”

Muhyuk raised his hand to signal silence.

Ugh, disgusting.

Adeon closed his mouth and wiggled a finger.

Then the thread fluttered and moved, and the eyeball connected to it flew into the sky.

Arriving at the central plaza, the eyeball looked down from the center of the air.

Thanks to being in charge of several teams, he had to check the screens quite busily.

“There, switch to zone 7 of team b2.”

“Yes!”

“Turn up the volume. Zoom in on the screen.”

But the interesting scene quickly disappeared.

“Ha, damn it. Switch to team a1.”

“Understood!”

“Immediately switch to zone 17. Then back to zone 5, zone 3.”

He had to include material that would somehow be interesting, but unlike ordinary live broadcasts, there wasn’t even a single script.

He had to create a story that would draw interest only with the users’ actions and conversations, but that wasn’t easy.

Damn it, this is no good either.

When he looked at it on a small screen, it definitely seemed okay, but when he tried to create a story, it always went wrong.

What should I do?

He bit his lip and focused on the screen.

Please, just one, just one.

It was at that moment.

“Uh…?”

“Director?”

“There, switch to team b1.”

“Team b1?”

“Yes, hurry!”

“Ah, yes.”

Three screens in team b1 caught his eye.

One was a user in shabby clothes heading towards the center, another was a user hiding somewhere and controlling a doll.

The last one was Muhyuk, resting in front of a building with a strangely shaped Skeleton.

The best user.

Gangster Necromancer.

“Screen 7.”

It went up as the main screen on screen 7. It was a scene of Muhyuk staring into the air, and the director hastily scanned the small screens at the sight.

The director, who had caught it with tremendous concentration, clenched his fist. He had discovered those crawling on the ground.

“8, 11, 12, 16 in succession.”

“Yes!”

Then Skull Snakes appeared on the screen in turn.

“Next, 15.”

This time, he caught the puppeteer.

The dolls he was controlling were all in serious condition. Interestingly, those dolls were luring users, and that place happened to be where Muhyuk was.

Good, this will be a story.

But he couldn’t just put those two people on the screen.

“To 5.”

“Yes.”

A man filled the screen on screen 5.

He wore neither armor nor a helmet.

No shoes or gloves either.

Not even the usual accessories.

Swoosh.

Light clothing that would scatter even in a slight breeze.

He, who didn’t have any weapons, was now standing alone in the center, scanning his surroundings.

Users who had been hiding in various places showed interest and approached little by little, and the man, looking at them, shone his eyes and approached.

“What?”

“Baek-lang.”

“Huh, are you an idiot? I didn’t ask for your name!”

Instead of answering, Baek-lang lightly swung his fist.

Thwack.

The opposing user disappeared with that one blow.

He had died.

“Isn’t there anyone stronger?”

Some users responded to Baek-lang’s provocation.

Thud, Thwack.

Baek-lang won too easily this time as well.

“Anyone stronger?”

“This bastard…!”

Several users rushed at him simultaneously. Baek-lang lightly evaded the attacks and easily blocked the subsequent skills.

Afterwards, he approached, struck the solar plexus with his shoulder, and pushed the abdomen with his palm.

Then, with a strong wind, the user was pushed back, and he staggered for a while before cursing and faintly disappearing.

Baek-lang, after dealing with the remaining users with light gestures, once again scanned his surroundings with an aloof expression.

“No one else?”

The director watching that screen had a truly interesting expression.

“That’s something else, isn’t it?”

“Wow, but he’s amazing. All one or two hits.”

“He’s a hidden powerhouse.”

“Should we keep sending it?”

“No, switch to 4 and 6 in succession.”

“Yes!”

“Back to 5.”

Screens 4 and 6 captured the expressions of the users looking at Baek-lang.

Afterwards, he showed Baek-lang again on screen 5, steadfast despite receiving all that attention.

It was like the figure of an absolute ruler sitting on a throne.

This alone would arouse the interest of viewers.

“To 7.”

Afterwards, he showed Muhyuk and the puppeteer.

“5.”

He showed Baek-lang again.

Because both had fun that couldn’t be missed.

While repeating that several times, the number of users facing Baek-lang only increased.

The situation of Muhyuk and the puppeteer was also flowing interestingly. Muhyuk had grasped the puppeteer’s location and began to narrow the distance.

But still, Baek-lang’s screen was more overwhelming now.

He was already surrounded by dozens. Nevertheless, he still had a relaxed expression.

Kwaaaang!

One thing that had changed was that he had begun to use skills in earnest.

Moreover, this time, seven users rushed at him simultaneously, and perhaps because the number was burdensome, Baek-lang’s posture was slightly different from before.

He was bending his knees and placing one hand on his side, as if preparing for a huge blow.

The director had a strong feeling that something was about to explode.

“Close-up after the attack and switch to 15.”

“Yes!”

As expected, a huge explosion occurred.

Bang, Kwagwagwagwang!

He showed the whole thing, Baek-lang, and then the misery of the attacked users. He immediately switched to 15, and was able to capture Muhyuk turning his head at the perfect timing.

His face wasn’t visible because he was wearing a helmet, but his eyes were sparkling.

“Close-up!”

As Muhyuk’s face got closer, small but numerous pores came into view.

The nose and lips that were faintly visible through them.

At the moment when the overall outline was naturally imagined, Muhyuk began to run towards the place where the explosion occurred.

“Good.”

A smile spread across the director’s lips.

This is a story.

It was already fun enough.

The invisible fight between the puppeteer and Muhyuk, and then a brief alliance.

Curiosity about whether this alliance would be maintained or broken.

Moreover, Muhyuk was showing interest in the strange fight taking place in the central square.

It would be the best.

If only Muhyuk and Baek-lang would fight each other.

Dozens of users who had taken out their respective weapons were aiming at Baek-lang, but the person at the center of the threat had a comfortable expression, and the dozens of users pressing him were trembling with fear and dread.

It was like a rabbit surrounding a tiger.

It didn’t make sense, but the current appearance of the users was exactly like that.

“As expected, it’s not fun.”

Baek-lang muttered and took a step forward.

His momentum was overwhelming.

A momentum heavier than Mount Tai.

“Hmph…!”

The user in front was surprised and stepped back. Only then did the surrounding devastation come into view.

The users had disappeared as they died, so there was no problem, but the traces remained intact.

A huge hole as if a bomb had dropped.

A crack as if an earthquake had occurred.

The remains of broken rocks and dead grass.

Even the fragmented tree trunks.

Misery itself.

“Wa, wait a minute!”

Baek-lang didn’t react.

He was just moving quickly and attacking the user in front of him.

“Damn it!”

Some of the users around him ran away.

Baek-lang dealt with one person and then began to chase after those who were running away.

With tremendous movements, he eventually killed them all. Then he returned to the center and looked at those who remained.

[Current Remaining Users: 231]

It was overwhelming.

“Tsk, should I have just participated.”

Should he finish off the remaining users as well?

Annoying.

There was no need to do that. They were people who weren’t even worth using his hands on.

Having made that decision, he turned his body, and something caught the edge of his vision. He moved like a ghost and lifted up what was lying there as if dead.

“This is…?”

It was a Skull Snake.

Muhyuk’s brow furrowed.

That person is…!

If you only look at the rankings, he’s not that great of a user.

38,200th place.

Of course, this is also a great ranking, but it was true that he was lacking compared to Muhyuk.

But what was clear was that he was a man with strength that couldn’t be measured by level alone.

He had been recognized in China’s martial arts world since childhood and had devoted his life to his own training for over 30 years.

What was interesting was that the job he obtained in Illusion was ‘Martial Artist.’

It was a hidden job, and Martial Artists could train their bodies to the extreme, but had the disadvantage of not being able to use items.

Nevertheless, he accepted the Martial Artist without hesitation and had reached this point.

A frighteningly skilled person.

To think he was in the same team as Baek-lang…

He had a great desire to fight him once.

He was really famous and so strong that he had watched dozens of videos and admired him.

But the current situation was different.

He was confident that he could win even if he fought Baek-lang now. Above all, that momentum was stimulating Muhyuk’s competitive spirit.

It was electrifying.

But he couldn’t move easily.

If he fought Baek-lang, he would definitely be injured, and if other users attacked him in that state, he might not be able to withstand it.

What was important now was passing the preliminaries.

It was a shame, but…

Muhyuk decided to save it for the future.

“Let’s retreat for now.”

“That’s a relief.”

Adeon was relieved and chased after Muhyuk, who was already far away.

Obstacles always appear when you make a plan.

“Haa.”

But this obstacle was bigger than he thought.

How did this happen?

Muhyuk, who was facing Baek-lang, felt two conflicting emotions: annoyance and anticipation, and drew his sword.