How a legendary returner lives

Yoon Young-su asked with a serious expression.

“Is it okay if we take care of the gamblers, including the soldiers?”

“Why is that?”

“We plan to place people connected to our Salvation Guild in the positions occupied by the soldiers. The gamblers are scattered across the country, so it would take quite a while for Jin Si-hoo to handle them. It would be tedious. And this involves something related to the Master. We’d like to help.”

He scratched his chin. It seemed like Yoon Young-su only cared about the Salvation Guild.

“Since you’re offering help, there’s no reason to refuse. Then I’ll handle the Na-rat-nim Guild.”

“I’ll send you the address.”

Yoon Young-su glanced around briefly, then tapped something on his watch before speaking to Jin Si-hoo.

“Then I’ll head off. I have a lot of work to catch up on.”

“Alright. See you next time.”

Before leaving, Yoon Young-su should have asked how exactly the work would be handled.

But he didn’t ask. The reason was simple.

Jin Si-hoo thought that Yoon Young-su would solve it ‘logically.’

Even if they used force, only a few people would die, he thought.

But that wasn’t the case.

—

A taxi stops.

“38,000 won, sir.”

He thought he misheard.

“38,000 won?”

“Yes.”

He looked out the window.

“Is this 480-1, Jangandong, Dongdaemun-gu, Seoul? Is this the right place?”

“Well, sir, I’m not a one-day taxi driver. Look out of this window, not that one. Right next to you, Na-rat-nim Capital. Didn’t you ask to come here?”

“Yeah, but isn’t that a little expensive? You’re not pressing the meter secretly, are you?”

“These days, who still presses the meter? What, did you just come down from the mountains?”

He scratched his head. It seemed taxi fares had gone up, just like everything else in the past ten years.

After paying with his card, he got out of the taxi. As he was about to enter, he knocked on the taxi driver’s window.

“Hey, sir.”

The window rolled down, and the bearded taxi driver looked at him with confusion.

“What is it?”

“I’ll be back in about 20 minutes. Can you wait for me?”

“20 minutes? That’s too long.”

“I’ll double it.”

The taxi driver grinned slyly.

“Oh, I see, you’re actually a decent young man. 20 minutes? I can wait 30 minutes, just go do your thing.”

He turned and walked away.

The building was four stories tall. Surrounding it were villas and one-room apartments.

He pulled out his watch.

[010-2222-7777]

He dialed the number. The phone rang exactly three times.

After the third ring, it connected.

– “Oh, who’s this? Surprised to see this number?”

He listened closely. The voice from the watch was also coming from the top of the building he was looking at.

It was definitely coming from inside.

– “You’re not thinking that the debt of Jin Tae-seop’s death is going to disappear, are you?”

“Oh, I thought that was the case. Is that not the case?”

– “…Wow, I heard you were hospitalized. Are you in a psychiatric ward or something? Our dear writer. Let’s skip the introductions and get to the point. Jin Tae-seop owes 8.8 billion 348 million won. I’ll round it down to 8.8 billion for you. When are you going to pay it back?”

“That’s a lot. Too much.”

– “Why are you suddenly acting surprised? So, when are you going to pay?”

“Um, I have a question. Am I the one who has to pay this money?”

– “Isn’t it obvious? Didn’t you co-sign? Did you forget?”

“I’ve been a bit all over the place lately. I wasn’t planning on paying. Do I *have* to pay?”

– “If you don’t, we’ll solve it legally. Or you can go get it from your sister, there are plenty of ways to get it. Your seal is right here.”

“Oh, that’s a thing?”

– “Yes, it is. You stamped it yourself, why are you acting like this? Don’t try any tricks, just pay. Let’s keep it clean, okay, customer? But…”

Suddenly, laughter could be heard from across the room.

– “Why are you suddenly speaking informally? Am I your friend?”

He couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ve never had a friend like you.”

– “So why are you speaking like this, you bastard?”

Since I’m not one for long-winded speeches, I jumped straight into it.

“I’ll say this just once. Forget about the money and everything else. Pretend it never happened. Got it?”

From inside the building, a string of curses exploded.

– “Is this crazy bastard out of his mind? Who does a debtor talk to a creditor like that, huh? You little punk.”

His mouth was filthy.

“Won’t you regret this?”

– “Ha, this bastard thinks I’m gonna let him talk like that. Are you relying on Jin Song-i for this? You little bastard, you still don’t know the world…”

I hung up the call.

I guess I pressed the accelerator a bit too quickly. But I’d given him enough chances.

I walked forward, entering the commercial building. A man in a suit was standing right in front of me.

“How did you… Jin Si-hoo?”

He tilted his head for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“You came to pay your debt, huh? Come here, I’ll grab the elevator for you…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence.

My hand had already grabbed his face.

I tightened my grip.

Just like that.

Crash—!

His head bursts open. Blood and brain matter splatter everywhere.

The men in suits around him shout.

“What the hell! Who are you?!”

“This bastard, where the hell did he come from…?”

The shouting continues, and it becomes painful to the ears. Of course, it’s not actually painful, but you get the idea.

A man running toward me swings his sword.

I reached out. The sword was caught.

I applied more force.

The sword was cleaved in half. I stretched my foot out.

Creak—!!

With a loud noise, the man holding the sword is bent in half. Blood erupts from his abdomen. His eyes explode.

As my foot makes contact, I subtly send mana.

The mana tears apart his body from the inside.

Thud, the corpse falls to the ground. I step on the fallen body and walk toward the men still standing.

They hesitate and take a step back, but it’s useless.

I flicked my fingers.

The mana, which had gathered in my fingers, shot out.

There were exactly 8 men left.

The bullet-shaped mana I flicked darted around, piercing the heads of each of the 8 men in turn.

I hadn’t said anything, but these buildings didn’t have any cafes or anything like that.

It was all owned by some people from “Na-rat-nim Capital” or something. Looking up, I saw signs reading “Loan Team 1” and “Loan Team 2.”

The door to Loan Team 2 suddenly burst open. A man looked at me and collapsed right there.

He asked in a trembling voice.

“…Who… who are you? Who are you to attack our ‘Na-rat-nim Guild’?”

“Me?”

I wondered how I should introduce myself.

I thought about it for a moment but couldn’t think of anything to say. There was no reason to introduce myself.

I was going to kill them all anyway, so why bother with an introduction?

I walked forward, then kicked the man’s head with my foot.

Thud—!

Blood and bone shards splattered against the wall.

I briefly looked around.

The men on the first floor—there were 11 dead, and 3 hiding.

I looked to the side. There was a wall. I could sense movement beyond it. Without hesitation, I swung the back of my right hand.

Boom—!!

Crash—!!

The wall shattered, and the person, either eavesdropping or hiding, fell to the ground, drenched in blood. I glanced at them. They were definitely dead.

I bent down.

I picked up the sword lying on the ground and stabbed it into the nearby wall.

Whoosh—!

It smoothly sank in, like it was tofu. I pulled the sword out. It was covered in blood.

“Interesting skill.”

There seemed to be some kind of hiding skill.

The last man was also hiding in the wall. Just as I was about to walk toward him, someone suddenly popped out from the wall.

“W-Wait!”

A young woman appeared. She looked very young, maybe at most 20 years old?

She was covered in blood.

I could tell with absolute certainty.

This woman had killed at least five or six people from yesterday to today.

“I… I’m going to quit the Na-rat-nim Guild. Please, just let me live.”

I stared at her blankly.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just.”

Without hesitation, I threw the sword.

Whoosh—!

It lodged in her head. She collapsed immediately.

I took a few steps and moved toward the elevator. I pressed the button.

Coincidentally, it must have been on the first floor, as the door opened immediately.

I entered.

Without hesitation, I pressed the button for the second floor.

***

A man watching the CCTV gulped.

“…What the hell…?”

He couldn’t understand what was happening on the screen.

It was astounding.

It wasn’t just that he was strong; that was secondary. South Korea is known as a CCTV heaven. So where could someone be doing such insane things in a place like this?

The people on the first floor were all dead.

There was no hesitation in his movements, and he was even strong.

Every time he swung his hand, heads exploded, and limbs were scattered everywhere. Even killing those hiding in the walls with his sword was remarkable.

That person…

‘Is that Jin Si-hoo…?’

The world knew Jin Si-hoo as this:

A third-rate writer, a parasite clinging to the famous writer Jin Song-yi.

‘But this… this is a bit much…’

The report had already been made to the higher-ups, and now the second floor was being completely slaughtered. The man watched in a daze as Jin Si-hoo’s actions unfolded. Honestly, if this was any other place, it might have been different, but here, in the basement…

It should be safe.

Jin Si-hoo, on the screen, let go of the sword he was holding.

The sword didn’t fall to the ground. It stopped mid-air. It naturally laid down as if it had a life of its own. Jin Si-hoo tapped the sword with his finger.

Then, the sword moved wildly as if it had a will of its own, crazily flying around, killing all the members of the Na-rat-nim Guild on the second floor.

“Crazy…”

“Should we run now?”

“Just stay quiet. He doesn’t seem to know we’re still here.”

There were two men watching the CCTV.

These two men were currently feeling relieved.

They weren’t on-site. They wouldn’t be either. They planned to escape as soon as they got the chance.

Next, Jin Si-hoo ascended to the third floor.

The Na-rat-nim Guild members who had been prepared didn’t stand a chance.

Jin Si-hoo silently killed all of them.

The flying sword did its job well.

In an instant, more than twenty people were killed.

The man in the basement let out a sigh of relief without realizing it.

I won’t die like that.

I’ll run away when Jin Si-hoo gets to the fourth floor.

The man thought that, unaware that it would be his last thought.

Jin Si-hoo’s sword sank deep into the ground.

***

At the same time, the head of the man monitoring the CCTV was pierced.

“What… What the hell!”

The man shouted, but it was meaningless. The sword extended into his neck.

Scrape—!

The two men’s heads fell to the ground.

The two men watching the scene were taken care of as well.