Level 4 Human in a Ruined World

Chapter 201

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Chapter 201: Three Generations (1)

“What is all this?”

Kim Il-sung, the first dictator of North Korea.

As he alternated between examining his own body and six weapons, Yeongwoo, who approached from behind his opponent, swung his sword with all his might.

Ssshaaaat!

It was because he instinctively felt that Kim Il-sung was a completely different entity from the previous two dictators.

It was not only because he immediately regained control of his body upon consciousness, or because he recognized the weapon in his hand.

The moment Yeongwoo felt ominous was none other than…

[Archery, Call of God has been activated.]

The epic-grade archery “Call of God” was activated simultaneously with Kim Il-sung’s appearance.

‘…So archery hadn’t been applied until now?’

Of course, that wasn’t an immediate problem.

「Call of God」 – Epic Archery

【If you have enough faith, you can even reach the gods with your arrows.】

An epic archery that allows arrows to reach the gods.

What does it mean that this archery, which had been dormant against Kim Jong-un and Kim Jong-il, began to work only after Kim Il-sung appeared?

‘This guy was the real deal…!’

The dictator of North Korea.

The greatest adversary of North Korea.

It was none other than Kim Il-sung, the first dictator of the North, who could be called the epitome of hereditary dictatorship.

‘But this bastard’s bloodline ends here!’

As Yeongwoo thought that, blade of the Bastard was already heading towards Kim Il-sung’s neck, he felt he had overcome a major crisis.

It meant he could strike his neck before Kim Il-sung adapted to this world.

「Ah, Father!」

Of course, as Kim Jong-il, who had to look back due to Kim Il-sung’s presence in the forefront, watched the scene where Yeongwoo’s sword was about to strike, he realized.

‘But it’s too late…!’

Yeongwoo, who anticipated victory, swung the blade to the end.

Sshhhaat!

And at the same moment.

「……!」

Kim Il-sung wriggled his eyebrows.

「Sensory values have temporarily increased from the original 3,300 to 6,824.」

‘What…?’

Sensory values increased by 3,525 due to the Golden Flash.

This meant that the opponent’s basic senses exceeded 7,000.

‘Unbelievable.’

And at the same time as this unbelievable notification.

Ka-ahng!

“……!”

It was something Yeongwoo thought was impossible.

「I don’t know what it is, but it seems we’ve become a joke.」

Kim Il-sung struck Yeongwoo with the golden club.

【Contempt for the weak】

|This weapon’s attacks can only be blocked by equipment beyond mythological grade.

This meant that either the golden club or the body of the Yaksha itself was equivalent to a mythological grade.

And unsurprisingly.

Ping!

[Achievement Unlocked: Black Legend]

|Achievement Grade: Epic

|Achievement Rank: #2

「Face the legendary evil.」

Achievements are automatically achieved according to conditions, and all stats have increased by 100 due to the epic ring Idealist.

Of course, Yeongwoo, who was greatly shocked, didn’t pay attention to the increase in stats notification.

‘Blocking… blocking the Bastard? Then originally, wasn’t it a certain destruction when he appeared here?’

Estimated average stat value, minimum 7,000.

Plus the existential status that can physically block mythical weapons.

Yeongwoo finally felt the “destruction”.

No, this monster was indeed the embodiment of destruction.

Because generally, no one could possess the power to confront it.

‘…Why? Why can such an existence appear? Then what was the point of people struggling to become stronger all this time?’

While Yeongwoo showed signs of distress at his first encounter with his opponent, the golden club that was in contact with his blade began to glow yellow.

“……!”

At the same time, a hologram appeared in Yeongwoo’s field of vision as if space was being split apart.

“Insane!’

Yeongwoo hurriedly moved his body.

Then, by a hair’s breadth, a huge lightning bolt struck the spot where he had been.

Kwajik!

‘You’re really wielding lightning…?’

Golden club, a divine tool that controls lightning.

As soon as Yeongwoo saw the lightning strike, he immediately rushed towards his opponent again.

Taat!

「Father! He’s coming again!」

Kim Jong-il screamed in terror, while on the opposite side, Kim Jong-un had seen something of his own and shouted a scream-like line.

「T-The sword is coming again…!」

What Kim Jong-un saw was the automated combat greatsword ‘Golden Trail’, which had made a large turn and was attempting a surprise attack from the right side.

-Weeiiing!

「Aaaah! He’s coming! Help…!」

Grandson Kim Jong-un.

And son Kim Jong-il.

Although it had been a long time, or rather, even beyond death, when the two bloodlines met again, Kim Il-sung couldn’t help feeling annoyed.

With the two guys sticking close to each other’s heads and screaming like cowards, how could it look pretty?

「Shut up, you brats!」

With a pathetic expression, Kim Il-sung, holding a longsword in one hand, blocked Yeongwoo’s Bastard with that hand, and with the other hand holding a bow, he blocked the Golden Trail.

Taaaang!

Or rather, he only partially blocked it.

「Hmm?」

This time, the Bastard bypassed the longsword Kim Il-sung was holding, cutting across his side, or in other words, halfway slashing Kim Jong-il’s neck.

「Ah, Father…!」

「Uh? Dad!」

Kim Jong-il and Kim Jong-un exclaimed, each calling out to their father.

And Kim Il-sung was also surprised by this attack.

It was just now that he learned that the Joseon’s Strongest Sword’s attack could sometimes not be blocked.

And Yeongwoo also began to learn about his opponent’s characteristics.

‘At least the longsword isn’t of mythical grade.’

Instead, the Golden Club is definitely of mythical grade.

Then what about the other equipment?

‘I’ll figure it out as we continue to fight.’

As Yeongwoo was about to push forward with the momentum for the next attack, Kim Il-sung stepped back and shouted.

「Jong-il…!」

Then, with the hand on the leftmost top, he rotated his Dharma Wheel.

Ssruk.

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As the Dharma Wheel emitted a golden light and ignited, surprisingly…

Shiriiing!

Kim Jong-il’s neck, which was almost cut off, was sealed back.

“……!”

Seeing this, Yeongwoo sensed that the Dharma Wheel was also a mythical grade weapon.

So probably.

‘That golden club is probably also of mythical grade. Then, the longsword, bow, and arrows are not mythical.’

Among the six weapons, exactly half are mythical grade.

「Father!」

In the meantime, Kim Jong-il, who had returned from the brink of death, shed tears over his father’s pale cheek and called out to him continuously.

When he was alive, he was so afraid of being assassinated that he never rode a plane and was extremely reluctant to go outside North Korea.

And now, he was suddenly brought to South Korea and faced a sword attack, so it was no wonder he was surprised.

「…You ugly bastard. You’re still so afraid.」

Kim Il-sung scolded his son with a slightly more angry voice than before.

「What did you do to end up like this? Who is he?」

Swooosh.

Eventually, Kim Il-sung pointed to the Joseon Strongest Sword with the Golden Club and asked.

Then Kim Jong-il rolled his eyes back, struggling to answer.

This meant that Kim Jong-un, who had lived in this world until recently, would know about it.

So Kim Jong-un said.

「Th… There was a rebellion.」

With the convenient term ‘rebellion’, he summed up the complicated event of the reset.

So Yeongwoo said,

“What? Your annihilation vote had almost all the citizens of your country voting. Can you call that a rebellion?”

Hwaaat!

Yeongwoo’s eyes began to emit golden flashes again.

“That’s not a rebellion…”

Taaat!

“It’s judgmental!”

As Yeongwoo released the authority of the Strongest Sword and rushed forward, a golden wave spread out from him.

「……!」

At this, instead of hastily retaliating, Kim Il-sung stepped back and inserted an arrow into his bow.

「The one who is ruled is always hostile to the ruler. Therefore, to prevent the execution of hostility, you must always keep the reins tight. My grandson seems to have failed in that.」

“…Crazy bastard.”

Kim Il-sung. The protagonist of the North Korean dictatorship system and the perpetrator of the June 25 incident.

And even more than the later dictators, he was the one who added more, there was no less.

「Now, lie down again. I think I know why I’ve returned here now.」

Taat!

When Kim Il-sung released the strong bowstring he had pulled, an enormous amount of energy gathered in front of the bowstring in an instant.

Sssiiiaaaa!

Although it was the right move for him to put everything aside and dodge first, the judgment of the Joseon Swordsmanship was different.

‘What… Block that?’

Moreover, the Joseon Swordsmanship even displayed a ‘break’ mark on the ‘Dharma wheel’ held in Kim Il-sung’s left arm.

Shuuaaaat!

In the meantime, the arrow Kim Il-sung had shot was already tearing through the air, and for a moment, the shape of the arrow was clearly visible to Yeongwoo’s eyes.

‘Ah…!’

This was due to the synergy of the explosively increased sensory value due to sensory deprivation and the collection effect of the defense encyclopaedia.

[Collection effect: 20]

|Effects of designated equipment increased by 50%

【Enemy attack ability reduced by 75%.】

Even though his sensory value had surpassed 6,800, a weakened arrow flew toward him, making it look like slow motion.

Taat!

In the end, when Yeongwoo lightly brushed aside the arrow, including Kim Il-sung, the three generations of dictators opened their eyes wide.

「Father! That’s no ordinary guy either!」

「Grandfather! Th-that guy with the arrow…!」

「Shut up, you bastards!」

While the three dictators spat out lines simultaneously, Yeongwoo immediately fired an arrow from the White Fire.

Kkudddeudduk!

The target was the Dharma Wheel, which had an unreasonable effect.

―Break

The Dharma wheel in question still had the ‘break’ mark of the Joseon Swordsmanship, and Yeongwoo immediately released his hand from the bowstring.

Taat!

Then.

Puuushuuuuut!

As usual, the specially crafted arrows of the Dogo, with the covert function attached, split into three and shot out on different trajectories.

‘This… is this God Calling?’

The person who shot the arrows was surprised, so what about the opponent?

「Aaaargh!」

Kim Jong-il, who still vividly remembered the moment the sword slit his throat, suddenly screamed.

And his son, Kim Jong-un, was equally terrified.

「H-Hurry! Grandfather!」

On the other hand, Kim Il-sung…

「Ugh…!」

Opened his eyes wide and swung all six arms to deflect all three arrows that Yeongwoo had shot.

Tatatang!

「Huh…?」

「Y-Yes!」

The second and third dictators stopped screaming and looked at the first dictator as if he was different.

However, even Kim Il-sung had momentarily forgotten the presence that had been left behind, and that was none other than…

-Weeiiing!

It was the ‘Golden Trail’ that had tried to make a flank attack earlier but was repelled.

Just as Yeongwoo shot the split arrows, it was attempting a rear attack again.

Hwaeaaeaeaeak!

And this time.

Taeaaeang!

It succeeded in knocking the Dharma out of Kim Il-sung’s hand.

「Damn it!」

「This brat…!」

Kim Jong-il and Kim Jong-un gritted their teeth so hard that their fangs were fully exposed when they saw the Dharma Wheel, which had served as a kind of insurance, stuck in the ground.

Even though he had allowed his throat to be cut once before, who could guarantee there wouldn’t be a second time?

And even then…

「I-It’s real… death…!」

Kim Jong-un spat out a distorted voice, then suddenly flipped his eyeballs and moved his head position to the front.

He had dared to snatch away Kim Il-sung’s control over his body.

「…What? Wh-What are you doing, Jong-un!」

While Kim Jong-il scolded his mad son, the body of Kim Il-sung was already staggering away, showing his back to them.

He turned his back on an opponent who possessed a mythical weapon.

「This idiot must have messed up the country like this.」

Kim Il-sung, in extreme anger, quickly rolled his eyes and looked backward.

Then.

「What’s that bastard up to…?」

The sight of Joseon’s Strongest Sword, holding a whistle in his mouth, was visible.

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