Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 102

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 102】

102. Mystery (1)

Once the decision was made, Kwon Myung-woo immediately contacted the interrogators.
At a single call from Kwon Myung-woo, the interrogators swiftly brought Gael Garsian to him.
After that, Kwon Han-ul and the other three prepared their travel gear and boarded Kwon Myung-woo’s private jet.
“Ahahaha! So you’re the third one who came in!”
Inside the airplane, Kwon Myung-woo took considerable interest in Gael Garsian.
It seemed that being the owner of a rare returning bloodline had piqued Kwon Myung-woo’s curiosity.
“This one’s clearly no ordinary fellow, is he? I’m counting on you to look after him well from now on, Han-ul!”
“I’ll do my best.”
Gael Garsian spoke in a crisp, measured tone.
Even standing before such a towering figure as Kwon Myung-woo, Gael Garsian’s demeanor remained exactly as it always was.
I had sensed it before, but Gael Garsian was certainly no ordinary person either.
As I watched the two of them, Kwon Hu-don, sitting beside me, murmured with a dazed expression.
“I… I’m actually going to receive guidance from Grandfather Kwon Myung-woo.”
Kwon Hu-don was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face.
“H-Han-ul. What kind of training method do you think my uncle grandfather will teach me?”
“Who knows.”
“What if I’m too stupid and waste this opportunity? W-what if Grandfather thinks I have no talent and is disappointed, and just sends me back…”
Worry was his nature.
Kwon Hu-don possessed special talent remarkable enough to earn Kwon Myung-woo’s admiration.
At the very least, the fears Kwon Hu-don harbored would certainly never come to pass.
“I’m curious what kind of training it will be, though.”
In truth, I too felt anticipation.
I had already confirmed just how formidable Kwon Myung-woo was during the Mei Family incident.
He was skilled enough to not only hold his own against the combined assault of the Mei Family Head and Maejung First Sword, but to turn the tables and claim victory.
“Do you know anything about this, Ha-yeon?”
I asked Joo Ha-yeon.
Joo Ha-yeon was reading a book while wearing glasses. Because of them, her usually sharp eyes appeared somewhat softer.
“Hmm… I do have a suspicion.”
“Really?”
I brightened at that. Kwon Hu-don showed the same reaction.
“But it’s probably not that. There’s no way he’d use such a crude method at this point.”
“What is it then?”
“Never mind.”
Joo Ha-yeon shook her head in response. She returned her focus to her reading.
Kwon Han-ul and Kwon Hu-don stared at Joo Ha-yeon with bewildered expressions.
“Han-ul.”
“What?”
“Over there… Is Mei Hong alright?”
Kwon Hu-don carefully pointed toward Mei Hong.
Mei Hong sat at a distance, gazing out the window.
Under normal circumstances, she would have already clung to Joo Ha-yeon or teased Kwon Hu-don relentlessly.
This was an unfamiliar sight indeed.
“Shouldn’t we… comfort her somehow?”
“It’s better to leave her alone for now.”
Kwon Han-ul stopped Kwon Hu-don and spoke.
“Everyone needs time to themselves sometimes.”

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Kwon Myung-woo’s private jet landed at a harbor in the southernmost tip of Australia.
A massive yacht was moored at the harbor.
“Welcome. I am Captain Paul Nadin, honored to serve you on this voyage.”
The people standing at the yacht’s entrance bowed deeply toward Kwon Myung-woo.
Paul Nadin introduced each of the people around him one by one. They were all key personnel who operated the yacht.
“Please come aboard.”
Before boarding the yacht, Kwon Han-ul could not help but ask Kwon Myung-woo a question.
“Great-grandfather?”
“What is it?”
“Weren’t you going to train?”
“That’s right.”
“Then why are we boarding a ship like this?”
Kwon Myung-woo answered casually to the question.
“You’ll understand once we get there.”
Kwon Han-ul boarded the yacht with lingering doubt.
Though it was called a yacht, its size rivaled that of a passenger liner.
Outside, there was a massive swimming pool, and inside, it was equipped with a cinema and hospital facilities.
Thanks to this, the voyage was not boring, but Kwon Han-ul’s questions only grew deeper.
Didn’t this feel more like a vacation than training?
After traveling for some time.
“There it is.”
Kwon Myung-woo pointed his finger toward something. The moment Kwon Han-ul looked in that direction, he could not help but be astonished.
A Dungeon Gate was open above the sea.
The Gate’s size was immense. It seemed as though three large yachts like the one they were currently aboard could enter side by side.
Warships stood guard around the Gate. These were not hastily gathered vessels but genuine military ships equipped with proper armaments.
“What in the world is this place?”
The Cartel he’d encountered before did operate military forces, but their scale was hardly impressive.
It couldn’t have been otherwise—those weapons weren’t obtained through legitimate trade but through smuggling.
A massive yacht slowly passed through the Gate.
Before long, a colossal city materialized before Kwon Han-ul’s eyes.
“My goodness.”
The first thing that caught his attention was a circular arena known as the Colosseum.
Not just one, but three of these enormous structures had been erected.
Buildings and various structures surrounded them.
“What do you think? Quite impressive, isn’t it?”
Kwon Myung-woo spoke with a smirk. Kwon Han-ul simply nodded.
“Welcome to Mystery.”

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Since the Dungeons opened, humanity had faced a grave crisis.
There was no way to counter the formidable monsters pouring through the Dungeons.
Fortunately, humanity’s crisis was overcome by the emergence of Hunters who awakened their status windows.
The crisis vanished, and peace arrived.
As peace persisted, human civilization regained stability.
By nature, once survival is assured, humans turn their attention to entertainment.
Moreover, Earth was flooded with all manner of magical items that had flowed in through the Dungeons.
Thus, wealthy magnates with considerable fortunes gathered like-minded individuals and constructed a city to satisfy their desires.
“That’s how this city, Mystery, came to be.”
Kwon Myung-woo explained as they walked through the city.
“A city built by the wealthy to fulfill their own desires. All sorts of illegal activities happen here without hesitation.”
“Then why did you come here?”
“Ah, a good question.”
Kwon Myung-woo pointed to the Colosseum structures erected throughout the city.
“Do you know what the most popular entertainment in this city is? Deathmatches held in the Colosseum.”
At the word “deathmatch,” Kwon Han-ul frowned.
“Literal deathmatches. It ends when one side dies. Each Colosseum has slightly different rules. In one, humans fight humans; in another, humans fight monsters.”
That was why multiple Colosseum structures had been built.
“I’ll assign each of you one arena. Go and conquer yours, then return. Your training will be complete.”
At those words, Joo Ha-yeon smacked her forehead in exasperation.
“…As expected.”
Only then did Kwon Han-ul understand why Joo Ha-yeon had been so worried.

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Around the time Kwon Han-ul was arriving at the port of Mystery City.
A clandestine meeting was taking place on the rooftop of a building in the city.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Mark Goldpixie.”
A man in an elegant suit extended his hand. A woman grasped it.
“It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Maria Sanchez.”
The two released their hands and took their seats. Mark Goldpixie retrieved a glass and asked.
“Care for a drink?”
“I’ll have to decline. I’m terribly sensitive to alcohol.”
As she spoke, Maria Sanchez offered a faint smile—her delicate, fragile appearance was precisely the sort to trigger a man’s protective instincts.
But Mark Goldpixie quickly dispelled such thoughts.
The woman before him was the very embodiment of violence, a being utterly divorced from the concept of “protection.”
“Thank you for hearing our request. Without your cooperation, the Sanchez Family would never have been able to enter this place.”
Mystery City’s existence was shrouded in secrecy, and its security and surveillance were correspondingly rigorous.
In particular, it strictly prohibited the entry of criminals and other entities that could threaten the city.
“We help one another. And you’ve agreed to fulfill what I desire, have you not?”
The Sanchez Family.
A family possessing superhuman bloodlines—the only family in the world whose entire lineage was devoted to crime.
The woman before him, Maria Sanchez, was also a member of Pandemonium, renowned by the title Iron Saint.
“Let me confirm the contract once more. I, Mark Goldpixie, will smuggle the bloodline members of the Sanchez Family into Mystery City. And I will have you participate in the Colosseum. Is that correct?”
“And the Sanchez Family will win every Colosseum tournament and place the name of our patron, Mark Goldpixie, in the Hall of Fame. Is that right?”
“Precisely.”
Mark Goldpixie spoke with a satisfied expression.
“I’m fortunate to have met you. Goldpixie was among the founding members when Mystery City was established. But in recent years, none of the competitors I’ve sponsored have won the Colosseum.”
“My, that must have been quite disheartening.”
“Disheartening doesn’t begin to cover it. It’s become shameful—downright humiliating. I have no face to show my ancestors.”
Mark Goldpixie clicked his tongue.
“Rest assured. The Sanchez Family will certainly place the name Goldpixie in the Hall of Fame.”
“I’ll trust in you then. But… are you truly satisfied with merely taking the championship prize?”
In this transaction, Mark Goldpixie would gain honor, while the Sanchez Family would claim the Colosseum’s championship prizes.
It was only natural that the victors would claim the spoils of victory.
Mark Goldpixie could not fathom why the Sanchez Family would be content with something so obvious.
“For the Sanchez Family, these are items we must obtain by any means necessary.”
“I don’t recall there being anything of such value.”
“Others won’t see it that way. Only the Sanchez Family can recognize their true worth.”
“What are they?”
Curiosity flickered across Mark Goldpixie’s face. Maria Sanchez smiled with her eyes and spoke.
“Knowing would put your life in danger.”
Mark Goldpixie flinched and jerked his body backward. Maria Sanchez let out a short laugh.
“I’m joking.”
“…That’s quite the excessive joke.”
“As an apology, I’ll tell you what that item is.”
Maria Sanchez whispered the words.
“It is a treasure that the founder of the Sanchez Family once cherished.”
Mark Goldpixie’s mouth fell slightly open.
How could such a remarkable item have arrived without any of the appraisers knowing about it?
It seemed the time had come for a thorough purge of personnel.
Mark Goldpixie poured himself a drink and spoke.
“Are you confident you can win?”
“You don’t trust us?”
“I’m not dismissing the Sanchez Family’s reputation, but the Colosseum in Mystery City is no joke. There are plenty of famous names who underestimated it and suffered defeat. I’d wager you’d be surprised if I mentioned them.”
At his questioning of her abilities, Maria Sanchez merely offered an enigmatic smile.
“In times like these, I think a direct demonstration would be faster.”
Maria Sanchez clapped her hands. At that, the door opened and several people entered.
The moment Mark Goldpixie saw them, he felt a suffocating pressure wash over him.
In all his years, he had met countless Hunters, but he had never experienced a sensation like this.
“They are all pure-blooded members of the Sanchez Family.”
At those words, Mark Goldpixie’s eyes widened.
“I assure you—no matter who comes, the Sanchez Family cannot be defeated.”

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