Ordinary Art Factor [EN]: Chapter 191

“Long time no see, hyung [older brother/respected male figure].”

“…….”

“Huh… Did you forget again? It’s me, Ga Hyun.”

The crazy bastard introduces himself, poking his chest. Hmm… Come to think of it,

“Ah! Hyun Ji-hoon! But how are you here….”

That’s right.

Definitely right.

I was briefly confused by the scar on his face, but that bastard is definitely Ga Hyun.

Back in my early to mid-20s, when I was deep into entertainment and gambling, he was always chasing after me, flattering me, calling me ‘hyung, hyung.’

Two years ago, when I first awakened [gained supernatural abilities] and got stuck in the Yongdam Rank 10 dungeon, he came in to clear the dungeon and ran into me again.

And in that dungeon, he tainted my values, which I thought had been honestly maintained, with humiliation and insult.

A typical petty man who turned my short but fulfilling life into a joke, an Awakened [person with supernatural abilities] belonging to the Aria Guild’s Jeju branch, that bastard Ga Hyun.

And lastly, the bastard who was presumed to be the host of the minion who pierced a hole in my heart in the Jeju City Hall Rank 6 dungeon.

That bastard was standing right in front of me, sneering.

So, what is this situation?

Coincidence?

Don’t give me that bullshit.

There’s no way such a coincidence could happen in a place like this!

Just looking at the viper-like eyes that bastard is giving me, I can roughly guess. The eyes of a predator in front of a delicious mouse. But, but you?

How dare you?

In a flash, countless old memories flashed through my mind, and I return to reality.

“Hahaha. Hey, mages! Magic power won’t manifest, so don’t bother trying. We’ve buried countless magic power blocking amplifiers within 500m of this area. What this means is that from now on, you won’t be able to use magic like shields or heals, even with personal firearms. For those who still don’t understand, a surprise event!”

The bastard explained a bunch of strange things, then took out a pistol from his chest and pointed it at one of the guild members who had taken a position in the front….

‘Bang!’

“Seu, Seung-gi-ya!”

“Wh, what!”

“Shibal [Korean profanity]! What the hell are you doing!”

“…….”

“Everyone, don’t move! If you do anything stupid, you’ll all die!”

‘Cheo cheo cheok, cheolkeok [sound of weapons being loaded].’

As if the bastard’s pistol shot was a signal, the hundreds of soldiers surrounding them simultaneously loaded their automatic rifles, and the team leaders and guild members who were rushing to the fallen Team 4 warrior, Seung-gi, suddenly stopped.

“Hye, Hyungnim [term of respect, like ‘boss’ or ‘leader’]!”

“Guild Leader!”

“…….”

Hmm…

So this is….

“Haha… No matter how much you call your guild leader, there will be no answer. The hyung [older brother/respected male figure] over there is a mage and an Art Factor, right? If you’re a mage, you’ll definitely be affected by the magic power blocking amplification, so summoning is out of the question… Keuhahaha.”

“Th, this!”

“Seung-gi-ya! Are you okay?”

“Shibal [Korean profanity]! Why are you doing this to us! We came to help you!”

“Ha, geez. I can’t believe there are still people this naive. Ah… Perhaps, Team Leader Go Han-deuk?”

“…….”

“It seems like what I saw in the picture is correct. Hey, young friend. Listen carefully. Why do you think this situation happened?”

“Wh, what are you talking about!”

The bastard Ga Hyun seemed to be very pleased with this situation, glanced over the guild members who couldn’t do anything, grinned grotesquely, and opened his mouth, babbling on and on.

“It’s all thanks to someone so great. I used to be the section chief of the Jeju branch of a fairly successful mid-sized company. Ah, come to think of it, they’re hometown juniors. Keuhaha. My life started to go to hell from the moment I lost the preemption of the Jeju branch defense party. No matter what method I tried, no one in Jeju could beat the support party at that time. So I came over here early. Japan isn’t as strict about Awakened [person with supernatural abilities] magic laws as Korea. This place is heaven, unless you do something really….”

Hmm…

I can’t listen anymore.

There’s also the Seung-gi issue.

Just in case, I asked the Vice Minister of Government Affairs, who was surrounded by soldiers on one side.

“Hey! You, Vice Minister of Government Affairs!”

“Y, yes. Support Guild Leader.”

“Did you orchestrate this situation?”

“Wh, what are you talking about! We would never do that. We still maintain a good relationship with the Support Guild….”

“Is that so? Then that’s fine.”

“Wow~ You’re acting so tough? Support hyung [older brother/respected male figure], are you crazy?”

Crazy?

I’m just so dumbfounded.

“Hey, is Seung-gi okay?”

“… H, he’s alive. But if we don’t get him to the hospital right away….”

At the words of the guild member who was watching Seung-gi’s condition, I moved my feet.

“Hey, mister! I told you not to move!”

“Gi, Guild Leader!”

“Hye, Hyungnim [term of respect, like ‘boss’ or ‘leader’]!”

Since when was I a mister?

Ah, I’m over 40, so I guess I am a mister?

Then I’m middle-aged now. Keueum.

As I started walking towards Seung-gi, the bastard Ga Hyun pointed his pistol at me and shouted.

“Don’t move! I said don’t move!”

Whatever.

When I look around, it’s always like that, right?

Why do they always just talk about killing and getting rid of someone before a fight, huff and puff, and then stop?

If you’re going to fight, fight properly, if you’re going to overturn, overturn properly, and if you’re going to kill, kill properly!

If you’ve stepped into the Awakened [person with supernatural abilities] world, don’t waver and be decisive!

With that kind of mindset, would you even contribute 1% to clearing the highest-level dungeons?

You crazy bastard.

Okay. Let’s ignore it.

The bastard is so dumbfounded that I have nothing to say.

After looking at the bastard Ga Hyun indifferently, just as I was about to reach Seung-gi, who was lying on the ground bleeding,

‘Bang!’

A gunshot rang out in the icy silence.

“Hyungnim [term of respect, like ‘boss’ or ‘leader’]!”

“Guild Leader!”

“Oppa [term used by females to address older brother or male friend]!”

“Ssikeo [Korean profanity]!”

At my one word, a strange silence flowed through the already quiet open space.

Team leaders and guild members standing blankly, staring at me.

Wipe your drool.

It’s disgusting to look at.

“… Gi, Guild Leader!”

“… Hyungnim [term of respect, like ‘boss’ or ‘leader’]!”

“What! Was it a blank shot?”

“What! Then what about Seung-gi!”

As the guys came to their senses and said a word each, I looked at the bastard Ga Hyun indifferently.

His trembling hands made the pistol look precarious, as if it would fall to the ground.

“If you play with that one more time, you’re f.uc.ked.”

“Th… This!”

His face was red, so he seemed quite embarrassed, but I soon stopped caring.

Because I was more concerned about the guild members’ injuries than dealing with that bastard right now. I looked down at Seung-gi, the Team 4 warrior writhing on the ground, and opened my mouth.

“Are you okay?”

“Keueueu. Gi, Guild Leader.”

“Tsk tsk. A Dae [Great] Support Guild warrior can’t even block a single bullet, what good are you?”

“Wh, what nonsense are you saying… Keuheok.”

“Tch. It’s my fault for raising you weakly. Shut up and drink this.”

As I walked towards Seung-gi, I threw the Idea Healing Potion that I had summoned in advance onto the ground, and the guild members next to him ran over, opened the lid, poured half of it on the penetrating wound, and poured the other half into his mouth.

“Kuaaaak!”

As soon as the potion was poured onto the penetrating wound on his left side with the help of the surrounding guild members, white foam began to form and bubble up. If you wait like that for a while, new flesh will grow, and even the organs inside will be healed. Of course, there are differences in healing speed and pain depending on the grade and type of potion, but the problem is that it hurts like hell.

Yeah. It’ll hurt. It’ll hurt like hell.

I know because I’ve taken a potion when I had a hole in my chest before, and it hurts like hell….

“… Th, there’s no way! There’s no way!”

‘Bang! Baaang!’

Ha… This 개씨팔쌍놈의 좆같은씨밤바 새끼가 [collection of Korean profanities expressing extreme anger and frustration]!

“You shibal [Korean profanity] bastard! I told you that if you play with it one more time, you’re dead!”

While I was checking on Seung-gi’s condition, a gunshot rang out, and the long greatswords of the dark assassins protecting me were swung wildly, deflecting the bullets.

What would have happened if there were no dark assassins?

I gave an order to another assassin waiting behind the bastard.

“Cut that off.”

‘Seugeok [sound of something being cut].’

As soon as I finished speaking, the bastard Ga Hyun’s right arm was suddenly cut off in mid-air and lay on the ground.

“Kuaaaak! Shoot! Tell them to shoot him to death!”

‘Tutututadang [sound of gunfire]!’

‘Tatadang [sound of gunfire]!’

‘Ting! Tititing! Ting [sound of bullets deflecting]!’

“You bastards! So, you want to try it? Good! Cut them all off!”

At the bastard’s command, dozens of soldiers opened fire on me. And at my subsequent command, the soldiers’ arms and legs were cut off in all directions, spraying blood fountains as they fell to the ground.

“Kuaaak!”

“Aaaak!”

“な、何だ [Na, nanda – What the heck]!”

“見えない何かがいて [Mienai nanika ga ite – There’s something invisible]!”

“Eueu….”

Shibal [Korean profanity]!

Should I just kill them all?

No. This method is more effective in confusing them.

An invisible target, an unknown fear and a vague fear of when they will be attacked, and if a little motivation is added to this….

“From now on, the head of anyone who points a gun at me will be cut off, not their arms or legs! Vice Minister of Government Affairs!”

“… Yes? Y, yes!”

“Translate!”

“Yes, yes!”

“射撃中止! 射撃中止するよう! 死にたくないなら、総しまえ! 捨てろということだよ! この人が誰なのか知らない? [Shageki chūshi! Shageki chūshi suru yō! Shinitakunai nara, sōshimae! Sutero to iu koto da yo! Kono hito ga dare na no ka shiranai? – Stop shooting! I order you to stop shooting! If you don’t want to die, put down your weapons! That means drop them! Don’t you know who this person is?]….”

The Vice Minister of Government Affairs, who had been suppressed by the soldiers on one side, jumped forward and shouted something, and the soldiers who had their limbs cut off and were rolling on the ground, screaming, gradually hesitated and slowly pointed their guns at the ground.

An opponent whose weapons don’t work, and something invisible is attacking them.

The beginning is important, and then everything goes smoothly.

The atmosphere gradually spread as if they were giving up on fighting, but

“Keueueuk. Shoot! I said shoot! Kill that bastard… What? Watanabe! What are you doing!”

“…….”

The bastard Ga Hyun finally realized that his orders were not being followed, approached a soldier in his mid-40s who was nearby, and grabbed him by the collar with his remaining hand. I don’t know what kind of relationship they have, what they do, or why they came here to listen to that bastard’s orders, but I don’t care.

But, but you know.

Look around.

Dozens of soldiers are lying on the ground with their limbs cut off, writhing, and severed arms and legs are scattered around. Screams are heard everywhere, and the stench of their blood makes you frown. And the hardened expressions of the remaining soldiers surrounding them are a mixture of resignation, despair, fear, and terror.

I’m like a violent demon who made them like this.

Why did this happen?

Why are they in this situation?

And why did I make them like this?

I don’t know. No, one thing I know for sure.

That this is all that bastard’s fault.

Yeah. Let’s end this bad relationship here.

Goodbye.

‘Seugeok [sound of something being cut].’

The head of the bastard Ga Hyun, who was grabbing the soldier in his mid-40s by the collar and shouting harshly, was cut off and rolled in front of me, and the blood spurting high subsided, and the bastard’s body fell to the ground.

“Aaa….”

“Hye, Hyungnim [term of respect, like ‘boss’ or ‘leader’]!”

“Guild Leader!”

At the cries of those calling me desperately from around and the expressions of the soldiers trembling in fear and terror, I felt something unknown weighing heavily in my chest.

After a while.

“F, first of all, I would like to express my deepest apologies. First, the Japanese government officially acknowledges all the mistakes regarding the series of events that occurred here and recognizes the Support Guild’s actions as self-defense. In addition, we will prepare various support measures for mental damage compensation and to prevent recurrence in the future so that this never happens again. And….”

“…….”

“Gi, Guild Leader. Please calm your anger and listen to me until the end….”

“That’s enough. I want to rest for now. There are also injured people.”

“Yes, yes. A, I understand. I’ll take you to the hotel first.”

“Okay.”

In response to the Vice Minister of Government Affairs’ emergency call, dozens of ambulances and military vehicles, as well as personnel from the Japanese Awakened Association and the government, rushed in within 20 minutes and began to clean up the open space.

Personnel from the Japanese government, military, police, and Awakened [person with supernatural abilities] Association joined forces to carry the injured with severed limbs into ambulances and collect their fallen arms and legs. Perhaps if they use mid-level or higher potions and take appropriate measures at the Awakened Hospital, most of them will be able to recover enough to live normal lives.

That’s why I deliberately cut off only their arms and legs.

As the open space was roughly cleared, the Vice Minister of Government Affairs and government officials rushed to explain the cause and process of the incident, the affiliation of that Hyun Ga bastard, his collusion with the Osaka Dungeon defense forces, their handling of the situation, and compensation for mental and material damages, which only made my head ache more.

I don’t want to do anything right now.

I can’t even think.

I just want to leave this place quickly, get to the accommodation, take a warm shower, and then sleep.

After silencing the babbling of the Vice Minister of Government Affairs and government officials, I walked silently with the guild members towards the large bus that was parked. I suddenly turned around to look at the open space in front of the dungeon entrance.

As the dungeon became inactive, it was emitting a strange light that was not visible to others, and there were numerous bloodstains on the ground around it.

Dungeon and bloodstains.

And the result of a bad relationship.

Some enter the dungeon for money, some for power, and others for fame, risking their lives.

What did I execute them for?

I killed people for the first time in my life.

Maybe I’ve been walking the path of an Awakened [person with supernatural abilities] the wrong way until now.

***

The next morning.

My mind is hazy, and an unknown sense of powerlessness dominates my body.

I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to sleep, I don’t want to do anything at all.

But as if nothing happened, as if they had already forgotten about yesterday, the team leaders gathered in my room from the morning, cautiously watching my reaction as they started their uninteresting skit, their comedy act.

Han Deuk and Gilsu, Jihye and Mihae, Kim Eunhee and Choi Eunji, and even Psy and Junghwan. Of course, the other guild members must feel the same way.

I know.

Why they are doing this.

So, I also try to look cool, as if nothing is wrong, and watch them for a while, but their skit is, in a word, really boring.

They look at my reaction after saying a word, and they look at my reaction even when taking exaggerated actions.

This only makes the atmosphere even stranger, and they often scratch the back of their heads as if they are embarrassed.

“Sigh… Okay. Stop it.”

“O, Oppa [term of endearment used by a younger woman to an older brother or male friend].”

“Hyungnim [term of respect for an older brother or male friend].”

“Kuh-huh! My lord! I truly didn’t know it would be so frustrating that I, in my humble state, cannot replace my lord’s empty heart. I know that I should step forward and take the thorns in my lord’s path instead…”

“Psy.”

“Yes? Yes, my lord!”

“Can you be quiet, please?”

“… Oh, you, you don’t tell me to shut up. M, my lord. Kuh-huh. My loooord!”

“…….”

“Psy, stop it. And Oppa, instead of this, let’s go out and play… I guess we can’t. Ah~ This is so frustrating. Frustrating! … Ah, instead of this, it seems like it’s almost lunchtime, so instead of going down to eat, should we order room service and have a glass of wine or beer? Alcohol is the best when you’re feeling down!”

“Good idea!”

“Call [meaning ‘I agree’].”

“I’ll order. Team Leader 3. Just a full course of everything?”

“That’s also a call [meaning ‘I agree’].”

“Yes. Go ahead.”

At Jihye’s answer, Kim Eunhee picks up the phone and orders various things from the hotel room service.

Is this also a skit?

After a while.

Two female hotel staff members bring a cart with room service, wine, and cold beer in an ice bucket into my room. I just silently wait for them to set the food on the table, and then one of the two hotel staff members, a woman in her late 20s, looks around and opens her mouth in Korean.

“Excuse me, is there anyone named Han Jiwon here?”

“Oh? Are you Korean?”

“No. I majored in Korean. Someone… Ah, I see. A week ago, a young man left this at the counter. He said it was very important and asked me to deliver it to you at this time today. Here, this… And tips are okay. I received a lot from him. Then.”

As if her job was originally to deliver this, she hands me a small paper box and leaves the room.

“Oppa, do you know someone here?”

“Hyungnim. What is that?”

“…….”

What is this suddenly?

A week ago? A young man? Something very important?

Moreover, if it was a week ago, I was in Korea, so how did he know I was coming to Japan?

I tore open the wrapping of the small, fist-sized paper box that the hotel staff member handed me.

“A letter?”

“Didn’t she say it was a young man? Then does that mean it’s a man or a woman?”

“Wow~ Hyungnim. You’re popular even here?”

Four times folded thick textured paper.

Is it really a letter?

Who?

Why?

With an unknown throbbing, I unfold the folded paper and examine the contents, and the phrase written on the first line hits me in the back of the head.

‘To Dad.

Surprised much? Kekekeke [Korean onomatopoeia for laughter, similar to ‘hehehe’].

I can’t reveal it in detail, but I’m still your son.

And are you okay?

Originally, Dad spent about a year and a half in seclusion around this time.

How much I….’

“… This… you fucking crazy bastard!”

“What is it?”

“Oppa, why?”

“…….”

I didn’t answer as the kids asked me what was going on next to me at my sudden shout.

First, I need to read what this crazy bastard is saying.

‘To Dad.

Surprised much? Kekekeke [Korean onomatopoeia for laughter, similar to ‘hehehe’].

I can’t reveal it in detail, but I’m still your son.

And are you okay?

Originally, Dad spent about a year and a half in seclusion around this time.

How excited I was because of that.

When I think about that time, I want you to do it again, but I’m not the same as before, so I can’t help it.

So, please play with me well now!

It was so hard to see your face because Dad was always traveling around… When I think about it now, I don’t think I’ve ever gone anywhere with Dad when I was in elementary school. Of course, it was the same in middle and high school.

Go back to Korea right now and play with me often now. Kekekeke [Korean onomatopoeia for laughter, similar to ‘hehehe’].

Ah, I’ll take care of Tokyo and Yokohama.

It’s right for Dad to take care of Osaka, and I did it on purpose because I needed something here, so you don’t have to worry about it. It’ll be over in two days.

And… you handled that crazy Hyun Ga bastard well.

There will be more of that in the future, so don’t act like you’re dying over just one head.

I don’t want to see that.

Show me only your great and respectable side.

Forever.

Ah, fuck! It’s so cheesy! Kekekeke [Korean onomatopoeia for laughter, similar to ‘hehehe’].

I’ll contact you again later.

Have a good one~.

Ps. Are you looking for the Elixir of Darkness?

Well, Dad will find it in a few years, but I think Sara will be nagging you a lot until then, so I’ll tell you in advance.

Go to Brighton Beach in England, towards the Matera Canyon in Italy.

There will be deactivated dungeons.

Ask Uncle Psy for the exact location.

Then bye~ Kekekeke [Korean onomatopoeia for laughter, similar to ‘hehehe’].

Ah, if possible, leave the dungeon clearing to Uncle and Aunts.

How long are you going to be the only one working your ass off?

Then, really bye~ Kekekeke [Korean onomatopoeia for laughter, similar to ‘hehehe’].’

“Ha… I’m really going crazy.”

As I sighed and tried to press down on my throbbing head, Jihye slyly tried to grab the letter in my hand.

Tsk. Say something.

Since it’s something we have to share anyway….

“Okay. You guys look at it too.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

I hand the letter to Jihye and start pressing down on my temples and between my eyebrows with both hands.

After a while.

Gilsu, who was munching on room service, wine, and beer, asks me, as if he still doesn’t understand.

“Chomp chomp. Kya~. Hyungnim. Do you really not remember causing an accident in the past? Seeing as he’s sending letters like this not just once but twice, it seems like he’s really Hyungnim’s son… Well, he seems mentally unstable though.”

“You idiot, does sending a letter mean he’s your son?”

Han Deuk interjects on my behalf at Gilsu’s words.

“What are you saying? You idiot. Look closely. If you look here and here, it’s exactly the same as Hyungnim’s 말투 [mal-tu, way of speaking]. How would a complete stranger know Hyungnim’s 말투 [mal-tu, way of speaking]? So, Hyungnim had something happen when he was drunk in the past….”

“Are you a chicken? Is your head a chicken head? Hyungnim is 41 years old now, how can he have a kid in his mid-20s? Can’t you do the math? Don’t you know addition and subtraction?”

“I don’t know, you idiot! If he caused an accident in high school and had a kid, it adds up!”

“Mid-20s, he said. Mid-20s!”

“When? You idiot! He said early 20s!”

“Are you deaf too? Should I pierce it for you? Why is only your earhole an asshole?”

“You’re talking nonsense. We all heard it together, why are you the only idiot?”

Are you guys doing a skit right now, or is this for real?

Looking at your 말투 [mal-tu, way of speaking] and expressions, it seems real, but it’s so funny.

If it’s a skit to make me laugh, it’s a success. I’ll give you a passing grade.

“You silly Oppas! Are you fighting over age and 말투 [mal-tu, way of speaking] right now? You don’t know the core of the content. Tsk tsk….”

“What is she saying?”

“I don’t know. Let’s ignore it.”

“Okay.”

Han Deuk and Gilsu stop arguing at Jihye’s scolding and clink their beer cans together.

Ha, they work so well together at times like this.

“Hey, you stupid Oppas. Look closely. If you look here, Sara, Big Oppa’s skill, comes out, and Psy is also mentioned. What do you think this means?”

“… Don’t you know?”

“… No. What about you?”

“… I wonder?”

“Oppa, do you know what’s really funny? You’re like Dumb and Dumber. Listen carefully. This person is in his early to mid-20s, and he’s imitating Big Oppa’s 말투 [mal-tu, way of speaking], and he called Psy Uncle. Moreover, he’s mentioning Big Oppa’s skill, Sara, which only we know. On top of that, he keeps identifying himself as Big Oppa’s son, Sungjoon, and lastly, it’s judged that he knows in advance what will happen in the future, as written here since last time. Then what is it?”

“…….”

“… S, so….”

“… Heol [Korean expression of disbelief or shock]….”

“Wh, what are you talking about!”

You 씨발년 [ssi-bal-nyeon, you fucking bitch]!

Should I hit you?

After a fierce discussion, everyone finally agreed to tentatively stop questioning the identity of the crazy bastard who was imitating my son. No, after Jihye’s frustrated shout, no one, no one at all, brings up the story of the letter and my son.

They just chuckle and munch on beer, sip wine with a grin, and gobble up food with a hearty laugh. Of course, it’s even funnier that all those actions are done while staring intently at Jihye.

Whether it’s a skit or genuine, my mood has improved a bit with this crazy bastard’s letter and the kids’ reactions.

No, I don’t know how to express it, but it feels like I’ve shaken something off.

Should I say that my stuffy chest has become cool?

Anyway, thank you.

Everyone.

And I’m saying this out of concern, don’t ask what I shook off.

Because I don’t know either.

***

Late afternoon.

It was unanimously decided to return to Korea.

The Vice Minister of Government Affairs, who grabbed my pant leg and wouldn’t let go, saying that the Tokyo and Yokohama situation had not been resolved, that the association and the country would take responsibility for all future security, that the same thing as yesterday would never happen again, and that they would take on all mental and material responsibilities, was only able to move to the airport after promising to return within 3 days if it was not resolved.

The guy who was imitating my crazy son clearly said in his letter that it would be done in two days, so I’m planning to wait and see for now.

Of course, it’s also quick to take a private plane from Jeju to Tokyo.

After arriving at Jeju International Airport using the guild’s private plane, we had a simple disbandment ceremony for the dungeon clearing team and headed to Oedo with the team leaders.

My house is also in Oedo, and their houses are also near my house, so it’s the same direction anyway.

Using a black SUV vehicle with the bodyguards waiting at the airport, as soon as we arrived in front of the house on the Oedo coast, my whole family, including my parents, was gathered in front of the main gate, as if they had received a call from the security team.

Now that things have turned out this way, after suggesting a simple 삼겹살 [samgyeopsal, grilled pork belly] and soju [Korean distilled beverage], I got out of the car and hugged my son, who was the first to run to me.

My cute, one-of-a-kind, most precious, golden child who keeps repeating Dad.

After doing a booboo, disguised as a kiss, on my son’s cheeks and lips, I put down the guy who was struggling to run away, greeted my parents, father-in-law, and mother-in-law, and was about to go inside with the team leaders when suddenly that Gilsu bastard scurried up to my side and said a word to my son.

“Hey, Sungjoon. Are you the crazy bastard who wrote a letter to Hyungnim in Japan?”

“… Uncle Gilsu, what are you talking about?”

“…….”

“…….”

‘Puh-uhk [sound of a thud]!’

“Aaaagh! Why, why?”

“What? Are you the crazy bastard? Yeah, be the bastard! Be hit, die! You ssibambasaekkya [motherfucker]!”

‘Puh-uhk [sound of a thud]! Puh-uhk [sound of a thud]!’

“Aagh! Aaaagh! Hyungnim! No, Guild Leader!”