Trait Hoarder-Chapter 218 Hospital Terror – Part 3

Hospital Terror – Part 3

The culprits were being held at the Seungcheon Construction headquarters.

The Gangnam building I had received from Old Man Gu.

It had been turned into a ruin after the terrorist attack, but with enough money poured into repairs, it was now fully restored.

I drove the Red Cougar back to headquarters.

Inside the executive office that Choi Sunsoo was using, three superhumans were kneeling.

“Teacher. These are the ones.”

All three were Level 5.

Impressive.

They must have been tough to catch.

“You managed to capture them. How?”

“Kim Mabeob and Kim Saje helped.”

So Kim Mabeob and Kim Saje had been up to something after all. Looked like they had assisted Seo Woojin.

A Level 6 Seo Woojin paired with Kim Mabeob and Kim Saje…

That combination would have no trouble taking down three N-rank Level 5s.

I sat in the executive chair and looked down at the superhumans.

Their faces were swollen from the beating they had taken.

Their wrists and ankles were locked with mana-sealing restraints.

But they weren’t intimidated.

Their eyes burned with hostility as they glared at me.

“So the one interfering with us turned out to be the great Warrior Kim himself, huh?”

A man with a square jaw sneered.

His English carried a thick Brazilian accent.

Latin descent.

As expected.

He was most likely a superhuman dispatched from the Dark Jaguar Cult’s headquarters.

“You can torture us all you want. You won’t get a single word out of me. Brothers, we shall meet again in the City of the Lake.”

“In the City of the Lake, we shall enjoy eternal life!”

“In the land of the sun, in the City of the Lake!”

As the man chanted, the other two echoed his words.

Seo Woojin looked troubled.

“They seem like fanatics, as you can see. We still haven’t figured out their exact affiliation… It could be a smokescreen…”

“What else could they be? Just look at them. They’re Dark Jaguar Cult members.”

“Them again? Seriously? What the hell do they even gain by crawling into our country over and over?”

“Who knows what goes on in the minds of fanatics? They worship a dead god and spread terror in its name.”

“Hah!”

The superhumans—no, the fanatics—snorted.

Now, how should I handle this?

I took a moment to gather my thoughts.

There was only one thing I needed to find out from them.

The movements of their High Priest.

Personally, I was already convinced of the answer, but it never hurt to double-check.

Whether the High Priest was coming here or staying in Brazil would determine my next course of action.

And it would also decide whether the final boss of the upcoming zombie outbreak would be the Avatar of the Dark Jaguar or the Wraith King.

‘The Avatar is easier to deal with.’

The Wraith King would be a nightmare.

Among all Level 7 bosses, he was one of the most difficult.

If I didn’t have Sacred Knight, I wouldn’t even consider fighting him alone—I would’ve left it to a Legion Commander or a Tower Master.

At the very least, I would have needed to form a party.

“It doesn’t matter whether you cooperate or not.”

I started speaking.

“I will soon lead a crusade against the Dark Jaguar Cult.”

The fanatics’ faces twisted into mocking grins.

“Hah! You?”

“With what army?”

“Pfft… You’re speaking nonsense. Go ahead and try! If you step foot into our sacred temple, the Smoking Mirror will bestow a great punishment upon you!”

“The Smoking Mirror? You mean the jaguar that lost its fire?”

“What?! You blasphemous bastard!”

“How dare you commit sacrilege?!”

“It’s the truth. If you disagree, why don’t you go take back the Divine Seat of Poca from the Mama Quilla Cult? The kid’s still young and unawakened, so you might actually stand a chance, huh?”

As a side note, Mama Quilla commanded four lesser gods.

One of them was Poca.

A sage god and a reincarnation god residing in São Paulo.

His Divine Seat governed smoke, fire, and volcanoes—powers that once belonged to the Dark Jaguar.

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When they lost their Divine Seat, they also lost part of their name.

Calling the Dark Jaguar the Smoking Mirror wasn’t just blasphemy—it was a factual insult.

“South latitude 69 degrees, west longitude 5 degrees.”

I recited the coordinates while looking at them.

All three immediately fell silent.

“Carauari, wasn’t it?”

A small town in Amazonas, Brazil.

Of course, I would have to go even deeper, but for now, this was enough.

The entire town was made up of Dark Jaguar Cult followers anyway.

“The Seven Great Orders didn’t leave you alone because they didn’t know.

They left you alone because you were useful.”

“W-What nonsense is this?!”

“Lies! It’s a deception!”

“Brothers! Don’t be fooled! He’s just trying to provoke us!”

Too late.

Their hearts were pounding, their pupils were shaking, and they were sweating buckets.

What were they even trying to hide at this point?

I leaned forward and whispered to them.

“But this time, you’ve crossed the line.

Soon, I will march with the paladins of the Thor’s Cult and Gaia’s Cult and lay siege to your headquarters.”

“B-Bullshit!”

“Try it! The Dark Jaguar will judge you!”

“The High Priests will never sit idly by!”

Not taking the bait, huh?

I adopted a solemn tone.

“One month.”

I raised a single finger.

“In one month, your High Priest and the Three Priests will be burned to—ah, right, you guys prefer cremation, don’t you?

Fine, I’ll turn them into mummies, tie weights to them, and dump them into the sea.”

A declaration of doom, spoken with absolute confidence.

And in that moment, I saw it.

A flicker in their eyes.

It lasted only a fraction of a second, but with Bright Eyes, Sixth Sense, and Cold Rationality equipped, there was no way they could fool me.

“What a bold dream.”

“Go ahead and try! The Amazonas will be your grave.”

“Hahaha! While you’re at it, why not bring the paladins of the Mama Quilla Cult as well? Better yet, bring Poca, that blasphemous mortal! That way, the Dark Jaguar can devour him and reclaim his true name!”

Bingo.

I got what I needed.

I glanced at Seo Woojin and gave him a small nod.

“There’s no need for us to keep holding them. Call the police and hand them over. Make sure to tell them that since they’re Level 5s, they’ll need superhumans to detain them properly.”

Seo Woojin gave me a curious look.

I discreetly signaled him so the fanatics wouldn’t notice.

He seemed to catch on, letting out an ah before roughly yanking the cultists up.

“Get moving!”

“Heh, where to? A hotel suite?”

“A trip to a heretic’s hotel? How luxurious!”

“The Dark Jaguar will devour you! Fear the wrath of the wraith!”

It was certain now.

The High Priest was coming.

They were emptying out their headquarters.

Not just the Three Priests, but every single superhuman they had.

I ran my hand over the Dragon Lord’s Crown.

The augmented reality interface activated, displaying a globe that only I could see.

I projected the flight route from the Amazonian jungle in Brazil to Seoul.

A path that would inevitably cut straight across the Pacific Ocean.

‘In the game, it took 24 hours.’

It should be similar here.

The distance from Brazil to Korea was roughly 17,000 kilometers.

A commercial airplane would take over 18 hours.

And would they move the moment they landed?

No, they’d rest first.

‘I need to get moving.’

If I recalled correctly, their route in the game followed the western coast of the Americas, then cut into the Pacific just west of San Francisco.

It would be best to get there ahead of them.

As everyone knew, the Earth was round.

Maps on a smartphone screen were heavily distorted.

Even though my Sky Ship had a high-performance magic radar, there was still a chance I could lose track of the High Priest in the vast Pacific.

“Teacher. The fanatics have been handed over.”

“Good. You’re coming with me. I need your help.”

“If you need me, I’m in.”

Seo Woojin didn’t ask any unnecessary questions.

And for that, I was grateful.

If he started interrogating me about how I got this information or how I was so sure, we’d be stuck here all day.

“Hyung! I’m coming too!”

“Me too! I can at least help operate the Sky Ship!”

“Sorry, no room. We’re taking the Red Cougar.”

“Ah…”

The Red Cougar was a two-seater.

With me and Seo Woojin inside, that was it.

There was no time to arrange for a supersonic jet, either.

I stowed the Sky Ship in my inventory and launched eastward.

I activated all my traits for maximum movement speed.

Before long, I broke the sound barrier.

Then pushed past Mach 2.

That was over 2,500 kilometers per hour.

Far faster than the High Priest’s private jet.

[Warning. Warning.]

Of course, there was a downside.

The magic spirit in the Red Cougar blared a frantic alarm.

[Master. Excessive pressure is being applied to the chassis. Overuse of superhuman abilities is shortening the Red Cougar’s lifespan and wearing down its components.]

“I don’t have a choice. Just hold out for… no, just endure today.”

[Please enhance the shield generator and reinforcement magic circle upon your return. In my current state, I am struggling to support you.]

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Rumble.

The Red Cougar trembled violently.

The windows groaned under the pressure.

A brutal vibration ran up my spine to the top of my head.

Even I was starting to feel queasy.

“Ugh…”

Seo Woojin groaned.

“Teacher, you’re worse than Kim Mabeob! Who the hell pushes a flying car to 2,500 kilometers per hour?!”

“It’s superhuman abilities.”

“I get that you have Celestial Demon’s Body, but this is ridiculous. At this rate, you’re going to end up as a gunfighter, paladin, dragoon, and everything else!”

I mean, after the zombie outbreak, I was planning to hunt the Arctic Beast King.

Might as well grab the Dragoon trait and Manpasikjeok while I’m at it.

I pressed the accelerator harder.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Using mana explosions for extra thrust, the Red Cougar surged forward.

From here to the Pacific Ocean west of San Francisco was about 8,000 kilometers.

It took less than three hours.

Accelerating nonstop, pushing the Red Cougar to its absolute limits, I arrived with plenty of time to spare.

“Ughhh!”

Seo Woojin practically threw himself out of the Red Cougar, his face pale.

Even at Level 6, nearly a Swordmaster, he was absolutely horrified by my reckless flying.

He staggered onto the deck of the Sky Ship, taking deep breaths to steady himself.

Then, without being told, he dragged himself to the detection station and activated the magic radar.

Guooooooong!

A section of the deck opened, revealing a massive magic radar system.

It looked like the typical dish-shaped antenna.

But surrounding it were intricate magic circles, transmitters, and receivers, all densely packed.

As they exchanged signals and amplified them, an extremely fine mana web spread outward.

“All set, Teacher.”

Seo Woojin tapped away at the keyboard, linking the radar feed to my Dragon Lord’s Crown.

“This thing was worth every won. It can detect as far as San Francisco. The range is about 500 kilometers.”

“500 kilometers? That’s solid. Definitely worth the money.”

Aerial early warning systems in my original world had a similar range.

Of course, this radar only worked so efficiently because it was mounted on the Sky Ship.

If it had been installed on the ground, it wouldn’t have reached anywhere near 500 kilometers.

“So… what exactly are we looking for?”

“There should be aircraft coming up from the southeast. No identification markings, only moving through international airspace. Could be one, could be several. The moment you see them, let me know.”

“What exactly are we looking for?”

“The Dark Jaguar Cult.”

“Ah…”

Seo Woojin might lack experience in some areas, but he was still Seo Woojin.

His intelligence and insight were sharp.

He quickly pieced things together, realizing why I had brought him all the way here.

“You must’ve found something in their branch under the Han River. No wonder you were moving so decisively.”

That thing still wasn’t fully decrypted, though.

Should I equip Understanding and Cold Rationality and examine it myself?

I was considering it when—

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

A sharp alarm rang from Seo Woojin’s console.

He immediately started typing furiously.

“Got them! Unmarked aircraft moving over international waters from the southeast!”

“How many?”

“One… two… three… four! Four in total! Wait, this is…”

Clack, clack-clack.

The sound of rapid typing filled the air.

The main monitor, previously displaying San Francisco, flickered.

A new feed appeared.

The long-range magic projector was now displaying four radar-detected objects.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

A curse slipped out involuntarily.

Were they insane?

The sleek aircraft at the center of the formation was one thing.

It resembled a G650ER from my original world—a private jet fit for the ultra-wealthy. That much was expected.

The real problem was the three aircraft escorting it.

Gray fuselages.

Sharp, protruding cockpits.

Razor-edged triangular wings.

Missiles lined up neatly under their bellies.

Engines spewing magical flames.

They were fighter jets.

A squadron of fighters, resembling F-15s, flying in formation.

Their current speed was 1,000 kilometers per hour.

But in actual combat, they’d easily break the sound barrier while firing missiles and unleashing their cannons.

“Teacher. Should I launch missiles?”

The Sky Ship had its own missile system.

I shook my head.

“Out of range.”

No matter how lawless this world was, there were still limits to what an individual could own in terms of weaponry.

The best I had were short-range missiles.

Even my most expensive missile had a range of only 50 kilometers.

And on top of that, it was an air-to-ground missile.

Firing it at aircraft would be pointless—it wouldn’t even be able to chase them.

“I’ll sortie in the Red Cougar. Keep feeding me radar data from here.”

“What? You’re going out there?”

Seo Woojin’s eyes practically shook.

“Teacher! Those are fighter jets! Fighter jets! You’re going to fight them in a flying car?! Those aren’t just ordinary jets either—they’re supersonic fighters! To fight something like that, you’d need at least an Ancient Dragon or a Phoenix!”

Under normal circumstances, he’d be right.

In aerial combat, 99% of the battle depended on the vehicle’s performance.

But I was different.

A trait that wasn’t particularly outstanding in the game…

[Oneness].

But because of my Trait Swap, it had turned into a broken, game-breaking ability.

I lightly patted Seo Woojin’s shoulder.

“Just watch.”

I climbed into the Red Cougar.

Control of the Sky Ship was fully left to Seo Woojin.

Then—launch.

It didn’t take long.

Four dots appeared in my distant vision.

Rapidly, they grew larger.

From the size of fingernails.

To the size of fingers.

Then to the size of toys.

Rumble.

Mjölnir began to awaken.