The battle between Araki Renku and Tsuchimikado Kurosaku was still going on. It did not stop just because they were in the middle of a busy city. Instead, it became more and more intense.
Huge air pressure erupted over Seoul, and the battle that originally affected only a few streets gradually spread to the entire city and became more and more intense.
“Boom——!!!”
A thunderous sound rang out from high in the sky, and visible blood-red sword marks appeared in the night sky. Then, mysterious runes emerged one after another, making the scene seem quite mysterious for a moment.
"What on earth is going on? There's no such thing in Seoul!?"
In the ruins, a bespectacled office worker sat in a mess on a flat stone, looking up at Tsuchimikado Kurosaku and Araki Renku who were fighting fiercely, despair revealed in his eyes.
He spent countless hours and energy to buy a well-equipped house in Seoul, but after that, he had nothing.
Even if the South Goryeo government would provide partial compensation, he believed that the compensation would not be much.
After all...it wasn't just his house that was destroyed. Nearly one-sixth of the residential areas in Seoul were affected. The fact that he was able to survive only proved that he was quite lucky.
Even an era where the absence of death can be considered good fortune can only be described as a tragedy of the times.
He sat on the smooth stone slab and smiled bitterly, looking at the two 'demons' fighting high above, and some strange thoughts were already in his mind.
The supernatural era has been here for more than a year. He has read a lot of gossip on the Internet and often browses content such as the Church of Eternal Night, the Magic Academy, and the Japanese Onmyoji. He also often fantasizes that a mysterious supernatural organization may appear in Goryeo, or some supernatural events may occur.
However, he didn't expect that if she didn't show up, it would have been fine. Instead, once she showed up, she destroyed all his hard work for half his life. This made him extremely angry and hateful.
However, accustomed to the office chair, he felt powerless and had no ability to retaliate. He could only sit on the stone slab and watch the battle between the "demons" continue to "show off their power" above his head. He clenched his fists, feeling extremely frustrated by this NTR-like feeling. Although no one knew what he was thinking, his flushed face made it clear that he was furious.
Others didn't know, at least that's what Jack Pinciman thought.
Four months ago, Jack and George set out from the United States and arrived in Sakura City, Japan. There, they encountered the Demon King Tsuchimikado Kurosaku. Without any hesitation, they turned around and ran away, causing great trouble to Leon, the then Archbishop.
Four months later, Jack had left Japan and appeared in the territory of South Korea, wanting to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to develop more believers of the great dream master.
The beauty in dreams is so wonderful. No matter who you are, as long as you enter the dream, all your dreams will come true. Whatever you want can be yours. In the dream world, you are the only master and the only god!
No one would refuse such beauty. Only the real gods and the self-righteous extraordinary people can reject this wonderful illusion. Jack is in awe of the gods and very disdainful of the self-righteous extraordinary people.
Do you really think that becoming a Transcendent makes you a god? You are nothing more than a servant of the gods. The title of Transcendent is just a veneer of flattery.
It would be better to enjoy the beauty and life comfortably in dreams like him.
After all, the dreams created by the great dream master, the Spider God, are very real, so real that Jack even suspects that it is another real world.
Just like the old Japanese man he met a few days ago, Jack suspected that he was a supernatural being from another world.
But that was the end of it. Jack didn't want to think any further about the existence of other worlds.
In Jack Pinsiman's heart, the most important task is to develop believers and become the king of dreams. The higher his status, the more stable his dreams will be and the more real his experience will be.
After reciting this, Jack scurried towards the office worker sitting on the smooth stone slab as swiftly as a spider. Wearing a tall hat, he approached the office worker, smiled slightly, and said, "Friend, you seem to be in great distress. Can you tell me about it?"
Jack spoke fluent Korean. As an apostle of dreams, learning a language was too easy and it didn't take much time.
"ah?!"
The honest-looking office worker's face suddenly changed when Jack suddenly appeared. He almost fell to the ground with a deathly pale face.
Seeing this, Jack's face was filled with a gentle smile, and he slowly said to the office worker: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I'm a messenger who came to save you from suffering."
"Believe me, with just one step, you will feel my presence and the greatness of my Lord."
Hearing this brainwashing slogan, the office worker, who had lost everything, took two steps back. Suddenly, he saw his home, which had been reduced to ruins. His face was immediately covered with a layer of gloom. He immediately said to the extraordinary person with a distinctly Western appearance, "Please give your orders!"
At the same time, on the other side of the city, in a heavily protected base on the outskirts of Seoul, an old man in a suit and tie stared at the report in his hand, his face gradually becoming gloomy.
He was the president of South Korea and the person who was supposed to handle everything.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on? Aren't the ghosts in Seoul already under control? Why are there still so many dismembered bodies?!"
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