Raided The God’S Warehouse [EN]: Chapter 393

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As soon as Se-un made up his mind, he headed straight for the Black Cross Guild headquarters.

It wasn’t a stealthy move for a surprise attack, nor was it a carefully planned and cautious approach.

He walked in confidently, as if he had a prearranged appointment.

“Who are you? This place is only accessible to those who believe in the great Black Cross. Outsiders, please turn back.”

As he approached the building, the believers surrounding the entrance blocked Se-un’s path.

Some even drew their weapons, looking ready to stab him if he took another step closer.

“Is Felches inside?”

“The Bishop is…”

“Bishop, my foot. He’s inside, isn’t he?”

It was easy to guess, judging from their noticeably flustered expressions at the mention of Felches’ name.

Even if that weren’t the case, Felches spent most of his time inside the headquarters.

The only times he went out were mostly to downtown Death Hill or the auction house, so it was almost certain that the timing would be right.

“We clearly warned you! If you come any closer, we will attack!”

The believers raised their weapons at Se-un.

Judging by the atmosphere, everyone here seemed to know who Se-un was.

Se-un didn’t stop walking as he muttered softly.

“Move.”

“Understood.”

Thump!

“Ugh!”

Kang Han-cheol, who had come to apologize, had become Se-un’s bodyguard.

He hadn’t told Se-un directly, but Kang Han-cheol was venting his anger on the believers, furious at how he had been manipulated by their schemes.

No matter how armed they were, there was no way these non-combat residents could stand against Kang Han-cheol.

Bang!

The front gate of the Black Cross swung open, despite the dozens of believers guarding it.

“What’s all this commotion?”

“What’s going on… You are?”

As soon as the front gate opened, a giant Black Cross sculpture came into view at the end of a long corridor. And in front of it, dozens of believers were praying with their hands clasped together.

Among them were not only residents but also proper players [individuals who actively participate in the game or system].

“They said they wanted to see the Bishop and are barging in!”

“W-We can’t stop them with our strength…”

“Get out of the way! It’s just one guy.”

Those players were members of the Black Cross, but it was hard to see them as true believers.

The players who were approaching were leaning against the pillars as if they were monitoring the praying believers.

They were a kind of surveillance force.

They were the ones who exploited the Black Cross’s system and used the residents called believers.

“What, it’s the Diablo bastards? Good, I was wondering what kind of troublesome cleanup work they were doing.”

Were they quite confident in their skills?

Despite seeing Kang Han-cheol’s size, the five players approached with arrogant expressions.

The way they cracked their knuckles and threatened him was quite a sight.

Yet, Se-un’s steps didn’t stop, and the guys who were frowning tried to block Se-un.

“Where do you think you’re ignoring…”

“Move.”

Thud, Crack!

“Ugh!”

“Argh!”

Like the previous believers, they were sent sprawling to the floor by Kang Han-cheol’s fist.

Judging by the way they coughed up blood or lost consciousness, their condition was even worse than the believers.

It seemed he had put a little more strength into his fist, knowing that the opponents were players.

“Kyaa!”

“Someone stop them!”

“Most of the warriors are out right now…”

“Block them! They’re going inside! Block them!”

“Ugh!”

After that, people tried to block Se-un’s path, but the same situation was repeated.

The building, which had been quiet and dedicated to prayer, instantly became noisy, and the number of unconscious people piled up around them.

Kang Han-cheol seemed to be quite pleased with the current situation, where he could vent his frustrations to his heart’s content.

‘It was definitely here.’

Since he had received and carried out several requests from Felches before the regression, he knew exactly where the guy’s room was.

The door, subtly hidden between the pillars, opened, and a splendid corridor appeared.

Clang.

“I don’t believe anyone is scheduled at this time.”

A man in full armor stood up from his seat at the end of the corridor.

A tall figure whose head seemed to touch the ceiling and thick full-body armor that completely concealed his skin.

He was an impressive man, even bigger than Kang Han-cheol.

‘Felches’ bodyguard. That guy was one of the early members of the Black Cross.’

He was the guy who always exuded a sense of intimidation from behind when he met Felches.

He was also the one who chased him out of the Black Cross at the end.

However, the intimidation he had felt in the past was nonexistent now. It was rather laughable.

So, Se-un ignored him lightly and moved on.

“If you are an intruder, I will eliminate you.”

A large gauntlet connected to the full-body armor approached Se-un’s face.

Just before the heavy attack reached Se-un.

Bang!!

“Move.”

Kang Han-cheol’s fist collided with the gauntlet.

Clearly, the fist and gauntlet collided, but the sound of metal distorting and cracking came from the gauntlet, not the fist.

While the two were facing off, Se-un passed him and approached the door.

At this, the guy raised his voice and tried to grab Se-un.

“Who said you could…”

“I did.”

Crack!

“Ugh! You bastards!”

Kang Han-cheol didn’t leave him alone.

He crushed the full-body armor made of steel like paper, blocking the guy’s movements.

Clearly, there was a difference in size, but as the armor crumbled and pressure was applied to his arm, he couldn’t withstand it and knelt down.

Only then, Kang Han-cheol, satisfied with the eye level, raised his palm instead of his fist and struck the guy’s helmet.

Thwack!

“Stop… !”

Thud!

“S-Stop! Cease!”

Thwack!

“Ugh!”

Ignoring the groans coming from behind, Se-un flung the door open.

Then, the Bishop’s office, neatly arranged like a study, was revealed.

The walls were decorated with rare items that looked extraordinary at first glance, and the bookshelves were filled with books whose titles were difficult to read even before the regression.

In the center, behind a desk made of jet-black wood, Felches was wearing his signature artificial smile.

“You’ve come earlier than I expected. I thought you would take at least a few more days before coming.”

“Weren’t you calling me too passionately for that? I didn’t know you’d be so resentful.”

“Haha, our believers are a bit passionate. Isn’t that proof of their deep faith?”

As he walked here, he read through the posts written in the clan chat.

The things that the Black Cross believers had done to the Diablo Guild members were more heinous than he had thought.

Frankly, if he had read that first, he would have come to the Black Cross regardless of whether he had Outer or not.

Unlike before the regression, Se-un was not alone now, forced to suffer.

“Seeing you admit it so readily, I guess you’re not planning to hide it?”

“What difference would it make if I hid it from Se-un? After all, the people here will believe my words.”

“Yeah, the believers are like that, and your image in Death Hill is quite good.”

“Of course. Our Black Cross is always serving the people of Death Hill.”

“Serving, my foot. You only pick the dirtiest things to do.”

“Haha, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was smiling softly and denying it, but Se-un already knew.

What he was doing in Death Hill.

How he could bid over a billion at the auction house.

“Is that so?”

Se-un raised his right hand.

As the circle rotated, air gathered in front of his right hand, and soon, the air mass, packed to the point of bursting, was fired like a cannon towards the right wall.

Kaboom!!

– The constellation, ‘The Bowed Crow,’ is sparkling its eyes.

The wall collapsed, revealing a treasure vault hidden inside.

Just looking at that, one could tell how wealthy the Black Cross’s current financial situation was.

Among them, the number of valuable items that seemed to have been bought at the auction house was also considerable.

“Money received by confiscating the believers’ assets. And the money made by using the believers to collect and process materials from Death Hill and selling them at the auction house.”

“Haha, so what? Our believers are just following the Black Cross’s teachings. Everyone is satisfied and happy.”

“Is that so? Then I should look here too.”

Se-un raised his left hand as it was.

This time as well, as the air mass gathered in front of his left hand, Felches’ face contorted, and his smile momentarily disappeared.

However, he couldn’t stop Se-un’s magic.

Bang!

When the left wall collapsed, people huddled together under the dim lighting came into view.

They were raising glasses engraved with the Black Cross’s symbol and drinking something, but most of them were crawling on the floor with glazed eyes.

“Do you call forcibly making them follow you by addicting them to hallucinogens ‘faith’ here?”

“…Your intelligence is impressive. How much did you find out in that short amount of time?”

“That you’re sending believers to the Black Forest to collect ‘Black Scent Grass,’ the raw material for hallucinogens, or that you’re threatening the residents of Death Hill by capturing addicted residents?”

Of course, these were not things he had found out this time.

Even just the Black Forest alone, when Se-un visited this time, he had already withdrawn all the believers, so it would have been impossible to know that they were collecting Black Scent Grass in the Black Forest through ordinary means.

What he had found out were all things from before the regression.

The things he had learned while doing requests under Felches and the things he had investigated to take revenge on Felches were now coming to light.

“I was wondering why you were wandering around Death Hill with a beast, but you were investigating such things. Honestly, I’m surprised. It’s really beyond imagination.”

Even though all of his dark secrets were revealed, Felches still wore an artificial smile.

It was as if he was praising Se-un for being admirable.

He was momentarily flustered, but he had an atmosphere of confidence in his superiority.

“So what?”

“Dr-Drugs…”

Felches trampled on the head of a believer who crawled out from the collapsed wall’s gap.

“Are you planning to spread my misdeeds in Death Hill and shout for justice? Do you really think that will work?”

Of course not. That method was already a method that Se-un had used before the regression.

Since more than half of Death Hill was already associated with the Black Cross, manipulating public opinion was impossible.

Rather, the more he spread the Black Cross’s misdeeds, the more the chains would bind Se-un even more tightly.

“Of course not.”

“You know it well. Then, did you come to bow your head to me? If so, you’ve thought well. Our Black Cross is generous to sinners who bow their heads.”

Instead of answering his delusion, Se-un drew Durandal [a legendary sword].

He brought the sharp tip of the sword to the front of his Adam’s apple and said the real purpose of coming here.

“I formally apply for a guild war between the Diablo Guild and the Black Cross.”

It was the announcement of the Diablo Guild’s first guild war.