noveltune Chapter 61
Chapter 61
The original novel “Chaebol Hunter Returning from Hell” did not provide very detailed explanations about the non-human beings who were the targets of the protagonist’s revenge.
The described background was simply that there are two opposing forces in a higher level dimension, and all lower dimensional worlds are necessarily affiliated with one of the two.
“What do you mean by that...?”
The cult had long worshipped the higher beings, specifically the black-winged faction that governs this world. From long ago, even before achieving such rapid scientific advancement, let alone the great cataclysm.
So it wasn’t strange for the cult to have unusual information. One question was that they were easily applying that knowledge even to Ryu Seo-ha and Choi Gang-hu, whom they had never met.
“There’s no need to be so guarded. I received a warning in advance from Italy’s renowned prophet.”
When he pretended not to understand the expression that clearly seemed to refer to Choi Gang-hu and asked again, Kitlova smiled gently and quietly reassured him. Suddenly, an incident that had garnered public attention several months ago came to mind.
“That if I were to harm you even slightly, I would never leave this place alive no matter what I did.”
The meeting between Italy’s S-class spiritual hunter and Czech’s S-class healing hunter, the manifestation of a miracle that made a lifelong blind prophet open his eyes – all sorts of headlines had poured out.
“Did you hear a prophecy in exchange for treatment?”
“Originally, I set out to treat him aiming for that.”
“To find something that would save yourself?”
“Yes. Before being discarded as a long-term pawn that has served its purpose.”
Meaning that the method of salvation she found was Ryu Seo-ha, or Choi Gang-hu.
“Did the prophet also tell you who the ‘savior of this world’ you just mentioned is?”
“All prophecies are hazy and ambiguous enough to require professional interpretation. Unable to hope for others’ help, I set my own direction and moved.”
Come to think of it, most of what Kitlova had said so far was figurative expressions. Almost all the words containing unusual, especially important information he wanted to hear, were.
The evil angel’s treasure coveted by the pure demon. The shadow of death falling without pain, the world where the savior of this world once wandered. These were expressions difficult to grasp the content of at first glance.
“Then what about the talk of discrepancy between soul and body, and having origins in another world?”
“Those were answers including my personal interpretation of the prophecy’s content.”
“Could I ask for a detailed explanation?”
“Of course. But we should wrap up quickly.”
Kitlova muttered while glancing at the sonic barrier item that covered even the shape of her moving lips.
“I hear the ‘savior of this world’ is not very patient.”
A faint tension flashed across her wrinkled eyes. She seemed to know that Choi Gang-hu could easily break even the cult’s divine instrument if he wanted to. As Kitlova said, he was likely irritated by the sonic barrier.
“What does it mean that the soul has its origin in another world?”
Calming his anxiety with familiarity, he voiced the question about the content he needed to check first. The more urgent the problem, the more calmly one must seek a solution.
“Just as people have origins and nationalities, worlds also have roots and affiliations.”
This was a setting briefly mentioned in the original work. This world, where the protagonist Choi Gang-hu’s hometown exists, has its roots in the black-winged faction, while the Abyss where he struggled for survival for 300 years has its roots in the white-winged faction.
“Also, every person’s soul and body have their origins in their world of origin.”
This means that all humans in lower dimensions are inevitably under the influence of the faction governing their world of origin.
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Characteristic ‘Neural Domination’ is applied.
As expected of a first-generation, she cast many types of skills and characteristics famous for their power, even drinking mana recovery potions.
“Phew... it’s indeed difficult.”
There was no result at all. Was it because Kitlova’s interpretation had sounded quite plausible? Even though he thought he hadn’t had high expectations from the start, there was a bitter taste in his mouth.
‘It’s okay.’
There are still methods to try. There’s no need to be discouraged yet. Ryu Seo-ha repeated this to himself, struggling to control his depressingly fluctuating emotions.
“It’s alright. More importantly, about what you said regarding the world where the savior of this world once wandered...”
As he was about to continue the conversation after skillfully composing his expression, a sudden loud noise shook the surroundings.
Characteristic ‘Sanctuary’ is activated.
Ryu Seo-ha immediately spread his characteristic. Perhaps because he had become accustomed to sudden events, he didn’t panic much. When he turned his head towards the source of the noise, he saw Choi Gang-hu showing his broad back.
He also saw two small black holes swirling above his head. It was a sight he had witnessed twice before. A linear passage connecting the higher dimension and this world.
Something like ashes being sucked into the small black holes also caught his eye. Two holes, two piles of ashes. It meant that in that short time, two apostles had met their end at Choi Gang-hu’s hands.
Bang! Choi Gang-hu, who had slowly turned around, shattered the sonic barrier item with a single gesture. Whoosh, a rope-like item flew in and tightly bound Kitlova’s upper body.
“Did you summon them? The fanatics.”
A frosty voice fell over the woman who closed her eyes tightly without resistance.
“What did you do to this child?”
Almost simultaneously, Ryu Seo-ha felt strong arms pulling his waist into an embrace. It was a sensation as familiar as the sudden loud noise.
“I asked for healing skills, I did.”
When he answered instead of Kitlova, Choi Gang-hu’s eyes sank even darker.
“I wanted to learn operation know-how from an experienced person.”
It was a sharp gaze that seemed to see through the lie added like an excuse in one breath.
“Why do you so easily offer your body to just anyone?”
It was like scolding a lover caught secretly having an affair.
“It’s what we talked about before. You even encouraged me to study hard...”
“I never gave permission for you to personally experience the touch of a stranger.”
The hand gripping his shoulder where Kitlova’s touch had been added more force. As if wanting to erase the unpleasant trace immediately.
“You need to be punished.”
A voice as gloomy as his pitch-black pupils slickly traced his ear.