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Chapter 189 (Part 2)
Chapter 189 (Part 2)
Chapter 189: The Furious Ma Kyung-rok (Part 2)
‘To think I, born with a silver spoon, am now in a position to just watch because I don’t have a single point.’
It felt like becoming a penniless beggar in an instant.
Even though he had billions in his bank account, all he felt was emptiness.
The anticipation for the Special Shop was so great that the disappointment was just as big.
‘It’s ironic. I ended up like this chasing Black Scythe, but I survived thanks to Black Scythe.’
It was amazing even now.
How did that guy gather 20 million points alone?
‘No, more than that, how did he escape that damned forest?’
After being knocked out by Hwang Yong-min, Ma Kyung-rok woke up late.
He had 3 hours left.
For an hour, he struggled to cut the tree trunks and tried to escape the labyrinth with An Sang-cheol.
But 2 hours were not enough to escape.
Spending the entire day in the labyrinth-like forest meant his points were 0.
‘Unbelievable. 0 points. I, who always ranked top 3, got 0 points…’
As he felt beyond anger to emptiness, the door opened with a beep, and An Sang-cheol entered.
Seeing the messy room, he was briefly surprised but soon became calm, understanding the situation.
“Director. I’m here.”
“Yes.”
“Did you finish venting your anger?”
“More or less. What about you?”
“Huff, I also threw some stuff in frustration.”
“Does this make any sense? We got 0 points.”
“Indeed.”
“Who do you think is to blame?”
“Umm…”
An Sang-cheol hesitated to answer.
Frankly, it was because Ma Kyung-rok had suggested following Black Scythe.
But being sane, one couldn’t openly blame their superior.
“The primary cause is Black Scythe entering that weird forest, and secondarily, it’s Hwang Yong-min.”
“It’s not Hwang Yong-min, is it? That guy.”
“Ah, right. He’s actually an undead. So, it should be the necromancer controlling him.”
“No matter how I think about it, it’s strange. How could a mere undead have such skills…?”
Hwang Yong-min completely toyed with them.
His skills were unbelievable for just a summoned creature.
Even in appearance, he looked too normal for an undead.
If the Prophet hadn’t said he was dead, he would have believed he was a player.
“Didn’t the Prophet say for sure? That Hwang Yong-min is dead.”
“Yes. I clearly heard it. He also said there’s a necromancer controlling him.”
“Then the Prophet knows. Who’s behind it.”
It wasn’t Hwang Yong-min who wronged them.
It was the one controlling Hwang Yong-min.
“Are you going to take revenge?”
“Of course. I have to find that bastard and tear him to pieces and throw him to the dogs.”
“Shall I call the Prophet then?”
“Yes. To check if he survived, I’ll call him myself…”
At that moment, Ma Kyung-rok’s phone rang.
The caller was Christine.
“Christine?”
-Hello, Mr. Ma Kyung-rok.
“You’re safe! That’s such a relief. Do you know how worried I was?”
A moment of silence passed, seemingly surprised by his delighted voice.
-Thank you for worrying.
“How could I not worry? We promised our future together. And this round had a bad prophecy.”
-That’s true.
“What happened? Was there really an incident as prophesied?”
To satisfy the curious Ma Kyung-rok, Christine calmly explained the situation back then.
Listening calmly was impossible.
“You almost died at the hands of the Church of Despair’s leader?”
-Yes. An American with the ability to control the dead. They said he’s a necromancer.
‘A necromancer?’
The ability to control the dead struck a chord.
This must be the culprit he needed revenge on.
“What was his name?”
-The leader of the Church of Despair, John Delgado. Do you know him?
“No, I don’t know him well, but I’ll look him up. How dare he touch my fiancée, he must pay.”
-You don’t need to go this far…
“No. I couldn’t help you in the other world, so I must help you like this.”
Ma Kyung-rok’s words seemed like he was showing off, but it was actually personal revenge.
‘I’m sure. He’s the necromancer who controlled Hwang Yong-min.’
The timeline suggested he messed with them in the labyrinth and then went to kill Christine.
‘The strange thing is why didn’t he kill us.’
He tried to kill Christine right away, showing he wouldn’t hesitate to kill for his goals.
So why leave Ma Kyung-rok and An Sang-cheol alive and tied to a tree?
It didn’t make sense.
‘Well, I’ll ask him directly.’
He would find this John Delgado of the Church of Despair.
As Ma Kyung-rok was determined, he suddenly remembered a question he had forgotten.
“By the way, who saved you, Christine?”
-Mr. Ma Kyung-rok, you know him too.
“I do?”
-He’s the Korean player called Black Scythe. He saved me.
‘Black Scythe?’
Ma Kyung-rok’s expression became grim.
His fiancée’s savior was none other than Black Scythe.
‘Because of him, I ended up like this.’
Though it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t control his anger without blaming someone.
-By the way, Mr. Ma Kyung-rok, I have a favor to ask.
“A favor?”
-My father wants to meet Black Scythe. So…
Christine hesitated before speaking.
-Could you arrange a meeting with the Prophet? He might know where Black Scythe is.
“That’s not difficult.”
-Thank you. I’ll contact you again when I arrive in Korea.
“Yes.”
The call ended, but Ma Kyung-rok’s expression was still irritated.