Life Mission-Chapter 245
‘What happened…’
Cha Jun Sung feels weird. He can’t really explain it, but it feels like he’s floating in the air. Is this what it feels like to do the drugs he sees on TV?
He remembers the situation.
That damned Tyrant had used an attack similar to self-destruction and the dark tent he had cast while wary of being exposed, had evaporated.
Of course Cha Jun Sung, who had been the dark tent’s subject, was swept into the aftermath.
His major organs had been blown away. It can’t even be described as a serious injury. This is the most danger he has ever been in.
He can’t get in contact with Odin either. His strong level 8 body is gone too. It doesn’t make sense for the PDA to withstand that explosion with its durability.
He must not have died though, since he has retained his self. It’s ambiguous as to whether he is alive or dead. He can’t move his arms and legs.
His arms and legs are just a short description. To go into more detail, he can’t feel his nerve cells.
He is taken aback because this is the first time this has happened.
His senses are numb. He can’t see or smell. He can’t hear or speak.
What is he supposed to do from now on?
Even so.
‘I still have my sense of touch.’
He can feel that he is sitting on the hard ground. It seems he is slumped somewhere.
‘I’m in trouble.’
He is nervous.
If Tyrant is alive and there are still Rage guild members, it isn’t good to continue this state. It is inevitable that they will come looking for him.
His wounds might heal if time passes.
Mutants are different from humans. There are differences with levels, but ultra high levels like Cha Jun Sung live unless the wound is definitely fatal.
Even if his insides get twisted and his arms, legs, and upper body get separated. If there is even a 0.1% possibility that he can live, he won’t die. That is a mutant.
Cha Jun Sung can think now. He can say that he’s alive.
‘I’m helpless.’
Severe hunger comes swarming in.
This doesn’t mean ‘I’m hungry.’ It is a small reason, but the big reason is that he is out of strength.
He needs to refuel his strength. He’ll do whatever if he can fill it. His whole body feels sluggish. He feels like he is going to fall asleep.
But he can’t go to sleep. His instincts are telling him that means instant death.
‘I’m standing on the edge.’
Life and death – he has a foot in both realms.
The choice is the former.
He’ll die at some point, and there will come a time when he accepts that death fully, but it isn’t this moment.
He feels a pain like a skewer is stabbing at his body. But the feeling that he might die is more serious than that pain.
‘Did – did I lose?’
Right now, Cha Jun Sung might as well be a living piece of meat.
He is unprotected right now, and he can’t attack or act in defense.
‘It’s unfair. I need to live. You guys dragged me into this battlefield.’
Cha Jun Sung’s feelings rumble like a wave.
It is a craving about life and a hatred for everything that made him this way.
[Give control over your body to me. I’m no longer dependent on you.]
‘Oriax?’
How long has it been since he’s spoken with the Oriax? It seems it has crawled out because his death has come, but the reality is that it has done a thorough calculation.
His body disintegrated.
Because of that, Cha Jun Sung’s mental state is in confusion as well. If the Oriax doesn’t take away control now, he doesn’t think that he’ll be able to do it again.
‘You asshole…’
When Oriax revealed its true feelings, its thoughts were shared with Cha Jun Sung.
He is angry.
They are all enemies. Subordination? When the Oriax forcibly invaded his body in the Public Underground?
Nonsense!
The Oriax is a gate crasher. It brought this upon itself.
He chose symbiosis because there was no other option, but there really had been no other choice.
It had been the Oriax’s instinctive struggle to stay alive, but everything has an ulterior motive if his death is at the foundation.
‘I’m going to kill everything that is trying to kill me!’
Cha Jun Sung flailed. All he thought of was survival.
It felt like something was opening up. Unlike before, Cha Jun Sung felt like something attacked him, and he was gaining a tremendous amount of energy from whatever attacked him.
‘I’ll eat all of them up, mutants and humans all. As long as I can live!’
The enemy’s attack becomes more intense. The Oriax’s mental attack continued as well. He returned the attacks as much as he was attacked from inside and outside. He is struggling to stay alive.
‘I need more powerful strength.’
It is often said that you can achieve something if you desperately want it.
It’s because you have that much qualification. Opportunities come to those who have the qualification.
Waiting for luck without doing anything is just greed.
‘I can get stronger.’
Black Lord – this is him in another world.
If they are the same and they have the same qualifications, he wants to become like him.
He wants to… become complete.
***
“Uh uh…”
“Monster!”
The Rage guild members took steps backwards from the devastation in front of them.
Tyrant gulped.
He is getting bigger and bigger. The black lump that had been the size of a human head in the beginning, had become bigger than a truck.
Dozens of tentacles come out of the black lump and skewer the Rage guild members. Then it absorbs each of them. All that comes back out of the lump are machines like battlesuits and equipment.
“Kill it! It’s trying to recover its strength and resurrect itself!”
Tyrant knows by intuition that they are looking at Black Devil’s nucleus.
There are mutants like that. Those that can resurrect as long as they have their nucleus even if their bodies have been blasted away. There are very few among the ultra high levels.
“Attack!”
Tyrant throws light bombs like crazy.
His battlesuit performance deteriorated so its power isn’t even half of what it was before, but he attacked however he could.
The Rage guild members followed him and used all of their power on the black lump.
Attacks other than bombs and bullets went at the black lump’s coat, but they were unable to get through and just floated around outside. It is an incredible defense.
“Get back!”
Woong!
Tyrant injected as much energy from the level A battlesuit as he could into a light bomb.
He is trying to deliver one big blow rather than taking small hits. Before a light bomb with maximum output could leave Tyrant’s hand, the black lump must have some kind of thought because it didn’t just stand by and watch his actions.
Spat!
A sharp tentacle cut Tyrant’s wrist in a wink. His arm had already been cut off, so there is just empty space inside the battlesuit part.
He didn’t have time to react. If he doesn’t have arms, he can’t use light bombs. The energy doesn’t get delivered properly. Tyrant tried to do it with his other hand, but the black lump’s transformation came first.
The black lump gradually took shape. It is cloistering to go back to the form it originally had.
“I’m… complete.”
Kung!
A moment passed. The black lump took total form.
It is similar to the level 8 Black Devil that Tyrant saw, but there were three pairs of arms and heads with faces on the top, bottom, and sides.
It looked like an incarnation of Asura, the battling demon of Buddhism.
Cha Jun Sung became a level 9 with complete awakening in his final evolution.
***
“Ah ah! Don’t come!”
Tyrant took steps backwards getting chased by something, and falls on his butt. His level A battlesuit becomes a rag. It is so ruined that it can’t function.
Boom!
A mutant with overwhelming magnificence appears in front of Tyrant. It is Cha Jun Sung, who has become complete, superior to all other existence. He has three pairs of arms, and red blood flows down his six arms. The blood is from the six Lifers that he is holding in his hands.
The corpses ripped apart behind Cha Jun Sung form a line. He chased Rage guild members running away and killed them sequentially.
There is a saying that describes the horrors of war as people’s bodies piling up like a mountain and blood flowing like an ocean. That is the situation that happened in front of Tyrant recently. All that was left of the Black Devil was the nucleus, but it resurrected in less than 30 minutes.
Though they had been injured, an entire raid had been wiped out. Not a single person had survived. Except Tyrant.
“Did they all run away?”
The dull voice is monotonous. Emotionless as though a machine were speaking. It is creepy and scary.
Tyrant thought he was dreaming. He had realized he wouldn’t be able to complete the mission when about 3 forces died.
4 forces, 400 people had been killed, but they hadn’t been able to leave even a scratch. On top of that, it had been layered into a special mission. This is it. Special mission – the culprit that’ll force Tyrant to quit.
