In the middle of a desolated and devastated Seoul—four people could be observed wandering the once crowded region bustling with life—now nothing more than a hellish landscape.
Skyscrapers that stood high and mighty—seemingly unable to collapse—now reduce to nothing more than mere rubbles scattered across the area, hindering the group's progress. Nevertheless, there were barely any sightings of lifeforms in the district. Not a single human or animal were close to them.
"Am I going crazy or has the world finally ended?" Takashi asked.
"Maybe it has, maybe it hasn't. But as long as we're still alive, let's struggle until the very end." Jeongeun replied.
"Are you getting any signal yet, Sungah?" Kafil inquired.
"No, not at all. It's just a theory, but seeing the current state of Seoul…I'm having doubts whether any towers are functional."
As the group discussed their next destination—a loud thump interrupted their conversation. Three people from afar could be seen clearly heading towards them. One was heavily armoured that it became impossible to determine their gender, and at the very least was two meters tall. Another was a man who wore simplistic clothes—lacking any designs and was clearly a style that was not prominent in this day and age. The last one was a woman donning a purple robe and some sort of witch hat.
Nonetheless, they all looked out of place in such dire times. Perhaps they were foreigners that were unaware of Seoul's current circumstances?
"First monsters, now cosplayer…I really have lost my mind." Takashi grumbled.
The so-called 'cosplayer' continued marching towards their group with unknown intentions. As they prepared to explain the state Seoul was in at the moment—the man suddenly dashed towards them at blinding speed, even unsheathing daggers he had hidden in his boots.
His endeavours, however, proved to be futile as Park Jeongeun promptly slapped him across the face before he had the chance to bear his fangs at them. Befuddled to have been stopped by an unidentified man, he could only stare at Jeongeun in bewilderment.
"Motherfucker, that's not a good way to greet now, is it?" Jeongeun berated as he slapped the shocked man again.
With both of his cheeks crimson and his mind slowly processing the situation—rage coursed through his veins as he launched a flurry of swift slashes at him. Yet everything except for Jeongeun was cut.
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"Jeez. You can't slice shit up." He mocked as he continued to leisurely dodged the man's strikes.
The man's fury only enhanced as he made a vow that even if it would kill him—he would cut this untouchable man in front of him at any cost.
"Woah. Slow down there, you nearly hit me. Takashi, Kafil. You both go and take down those other two."
"Of course, sir." Kafil answered as he immediately tackled the armoured person.
'This is the first time I'm fighting someone bigger than me. I wonder if I can win.' He pondered as they wrestled each other—trying to gain the upper hand.
Both of them appeared to be evenly matched despite the difference in equipment. As much as Kafil wanted to end the fight as quickly as possible, the individual's strength was certainly not to be taken lightly. However, unfortunately for the armoured individual—Kafil had a hidden trick up his sleeve and that was Takashi.
With fluidity and haste—Takashi climbed Kafil's back and pulled off the person's helmet—unveiling the face of a blonde-hair man that had been concealed. Taken aback by the removal of his protective gear—his guard loosened as Kafil managed to throw a combination of punches—leading from a right hook, to a left hook, into an uppercut and ending it with an overhead punch.
The man tumbled onto the ground as his consciousness gradually waned. Park Jeongeun on the other hand had already enraged his opponent to such an extent that even though his arms felt like they were on fire as he swung his blades—his momentum remained consistent for far longer than anticipated.
"You finally done?" Park Jeongeun questioned—having a bored look etched on his face.
The man could only gasp for air as his stamina had diminished and was on the brink of passing out.
"I'll take that as a yes. So, it's my turn."
Having completed his sentence, devoid of any trace of remorse—brutally and ruthlessly—he assaulted the fatigued man. His movements were…unorthodox, to say the least. No, perhaps "erratic" would be a much more appropriate term. From elbow strikes and knee kicks, to spinning roundhouse kicks and even a back flip kick…his methods were surreal to the human eyes.
Unpredictable and chaotic, it was as if witnessing a crazed beast hunting down its prey. Despite those inhuman techniques—each and every single one of them inflicted substantial damage on the man, causing him to slumped onto the pavement.
But it did not end yet. The man's suffering had only begun. Gripping the man by his hair—Park Jeongeun mercilessly bashed his face against the concrete ground several times. The dreadful sound of bones fracturing reverberated through the deserted streets—reaching the ears of those present at the very moment.
"Sir! Stop!" Sungah shouted. Tears dribbled from her cheeks as the expression plastered on Park Jeongeun's face mortified her.
He was smiling. No…to say that he is "merely" smiling would be nothing short of a lie. His smile…was akin to that of the devil's. No, perhaps even more terrifying than an actual smile from the devil. Nonetheless, it was a smile that reeks of death and blood. It was an expression filled with malice in its most purest, undiluted form.
Sungah's complexion went pale. As of this moment—her fear expanded as colossal as the Mariana Trench. In front of him, she felt like a rodent that had caught the attention of a lion. Her pupils dilated as her mind desperately searched for the words she yearned to convey. But she was unable to produce even the simplest of sound. It was as if death's scythe was around her neck—prepared to make her depart to the underworld quicker than she can act.
"Kai…Joyi…Kiki la tumna!" The female cosplayer screamed—attracting all of their attention.
"Kiki la tumna! Kiki latumna! Kili la tumna!" She repeatedly cried out. From underneath her robe—a massive ornate staff was pulled out of it.
Icicles were conjured out of thin air, before targeting Park Jeongeun nearly at the same speed as a gun being used. Despite astonishing speed each icicle moved at—Park Jeongeun easily evaded them.
"First something from the future…now sorcery. This is starting to get outrageous…But it makes me curious. How much will it take to kill you?" He murmured as he rushed onwards without any visible sign of fear.
"Please, don't be too much of a hassle."
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