Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 91

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 91】

Chapter 91: Jose Dil Pablo (1)

The sun had set, yet Joo Ha-yeon still hadn’t emerged from the Dungeon.
“She’s really taking her time.”
Kwon Han-ul muttered while staring at the Dungeon Gate.
It seemed Joo Ha-yeon’s words about it taking a while and that he could leave first weren’t just empty talk.
“Wow.”
“Whoa….”
Just then, sounds of amazement came from beside him. Mei Hong and Kwon Hu-don were watching something on their smartphones.
“What are you two so fascinated by?”
“Oh, Han-ul. Want to see?”
Kwon Hu-don held out his smartphone. A YouTube video was playing on the screen.
“What is this?”
“It’s a video of an assassination group called the Desert Brothers fighting.”
Kwon Han-ul’s mind went blank for a moment.
“How is a video of assassins being uploaded so openly?”
“All the brutal scenes have been cut out.”
“Plus, you need to be verified as an adult to watch it.”
At Kwon Hu-don and Mei Hong’s words, Kwon Han-ul’s expression turned sour.
“No, that’s not what I mean… If assassins become known like this….”
Kwon Han-ul simply closed his mouth.
Well, there’s a saying that since the internet became widespread, there are no secrets in the world. What’s a video of assassins compared to that?
“You should watch it too. They’re assassins, but their skill level is incredibly high!”
Kwon Han-ul peered at the video.
Despite being assassins, they were fighting in broad daylight.
Five assassins clad in black garments were engaged in combat with a fully equipped Hunter.
‘The Hunter is quite impressive too.’
It was hard to tell precisely from a video, but the aura clinging to the weapon shone as vividly as flames. This was clearly a master of considerable skill.
But what was even more surprising was the assassins’ prowess.
‘Iron chains?’
The five assassins hurled iron chains from five different directions.
The extended chains lashed across the Hunter’s armor from multiple angles. With each strike, the Hunter’s body staggered.
‘Surely they blocked it?’
The Hunter didn’t just take it. They swung their weapon to deflect or block the chains.
But instead, the hand gripping the weapon was sent flying backward.
‘They dodged.’
The hunter crouched so low he nearly pressed himself flat against the ground. A chain whistled past overhead.
The chain that missed its mark lashed out at a massive cargo truck beside him.
In that instant, the truck was completely crushed.
‘…?’
Crushed didn’t begin to describe it. Flattened didn’t either. It looked as though someone had stomped on dough with their bare foot—paper-thin and utterly destroyed.
“Impressive, isn’t it?”
Mei Hong paused the footage and spoke.
“It’s the signature technique of the assassins belonging to the Desert Brothers. They say they can decapitate even moderately powerful monsters in a single strike.”

* * *

The Desert Brothers began to move.
Not even footsteps could be heard—not even the whisper of fabric. They moved like shadows given form.
“So they killed Triple Numbering.”
Jose Dil Pablo spoke with a savage grin.
“The atmosphere is certainly different.”
Jose Dil Pablo swung his spiked greatsword in wide arcs. The blade was so massive that each swing generated a visible gust of wind.
“Enough sizing each other up. Come on then.”
Before the words even finished, the black robes of the assassins fluttered. From within them, silver chains erupted into view.
Chains flew from all directions—from positions that seemed impossible to evade.
An attack that should have shattered bones and torn muscle.
But the chains froze mere inches before striking Jose Dil Pablo’s body.
As if seized by invisible hands, the chains hung suspended in mid-air.
“You assassins didn’t even bother to learn what my skill does before charging in?”
Jose Dil Pablo brought his spiked greatsword down against the ground. The chains snapped backward.
No—it wasn’t a snap. They retraced their exact path, as if rewinding.
The assassins tried to manipulate the chains, but their control shattered. The chains drove back toward their wielders.
The sound of bones cracking echoed as the assassins’ bodies flew backward. The wall behind them exploded into rubble.
“These bastards killed Triple Numbering, yet they’re dying like insects? What’s going on here?”
Then it happened.
Something glinted from within the collapsed wall. Dozens of throwing blades streaked through the air.
But the blades, like the chains before them, froze in mid-air. Jose Dil Pablo clicked his tongue and raised his spiked greatsword.
“You lot don’t learn, do you?”
Just as he was about to bring the blade down, something caught Jose Dil Pablo’s eye.
Through a gap in the collapsed wall, an assassin was spinning something in their hands.
A circular ring bristling with blades. Far larger than a car tire, it was hurled forward with tremendous force.
It wasn’t just one assassin throwing.
Front, back, left, right.
Four assassins in total hurled their chakrams simultaneously.
“…Look at these bastards.”
Jose Dil Pablo didn’t bring the spiked sword down. Instead, he swung it horizontally to deflect the incoming chakram.
“So you’ve done your homework on my abilities!”
The spiked sword made contact with the chakram.
Then the chakram blazed with light. A tremendous aura erupted from it, transforming into a colossal slash.
The aura-infused slash severed Jose Dil Pablo in two.

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“This footage is worth watching too.”
Mei Hong played another video. This time, assassins were hurling throwing blades.
The blades flew faster than bullets. Dozens of them streaked through the air in the blink of an eye.
Then one of the assassins pulled out something peculiar.
“A chakram?”
It was far larger than a standard chakram.
The assassin spun his body like a discus thrower and hurled the chakram with all his might.
The chakram sliced through the air. Its target was a hunter in the distance.
The hunter rolled across the ground to evade it. The chakram embedded itself in a three-story building behind him.
That’s when it happened.
Something flashed, and the building was cleaved in half. But it didn’t stop there. Like dominoes, the buildings behind it were sliced apart in succession.
“It’s a technique that releases compressed aura.”
“That’s unsettling.”
The cutting power was so terrifying it could bisect five or six buildings simultaneously.
Defending against it seemed nearly impossible, let alone evading it.
“…Now I understand.”
Why such footage was being uploaded. And why the Desert Brothers allowed it.
Because it’s a technique that can’t be countered even if you know about it.
“Don’t you think Hu-don could manage it?”
“Me? Well, that’s….”
Kwon Hu-don scratched his head. His tone betrayed his lack of confidence.
It was surprising.
The Black Scale Armor was so formidable that everyone who’d faced it shook their heads in defeat.
Moreover, Kwon Hu-don possessed exceptional talent specifically with the Black Scale Armor.
Yet even he lacked confidence in blocking that technique.
“It’ll be difficult now, but you’ll manage it eventually.”
Kwon Han-ul spoke with certainty.
The Black Scale Armor’s power held that much potential. If his synchronization rate with the Black Dragon Bloodline increased further and he honed his abilities, he could easily defend against a technique of this caliber.
“Are there any other videos?”
“I knew you’d find this footage entertaining too, Kwon Han-ul.”
Mei Hong began searching eagerly for another video.
“Ah, this is the highlight.”
Mei Hong showed the video and added an explanation.
“Once you see this, you’ll understand why the Desert Brothers are so famous.”

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“Damn it.”
Jose Dil Pablo clicked his tongue and turned to look behind him.
What should have been blocked by a wall now opened directly to the outside.
Part of the building had completely collapsed from the recent impact.
“This is why I didn’t want to fight. When I get involved, nothing’s left standing.”
Jose Dil Pablo lowered his gaze. The clothes he wore had become nothing but tatters.
“Plus, my clothes get destroyed too.”
Jose Dil Pablo clicked his tongue and removed his clothes. Unlike the tattered garment, his upper body bore not a single wound.
“Anyone else?”
At Jose Dil Pablo’s words, the assassins flinched.
“If not, let’s call it here.”
Jose Dil Pablo gripped the spiked blade. He lunged forward with all his might.
In an instant, he reached above the White-Bearded Assassin. He drove the spiked blade down toward his head. The assassin’s body was crushed like a tomato.
The assassins scattered quickly, creating distance from Jose Dil Pablo.
“Where do you think you’re running?”
Jose Dil Pablo grasped empty air with his free hand and pulled.
The assassins who had retreated were dragged forward again. Something was pulling them toward him.
Aura wrapped around the spiked blade.
Unlike ordinary aura, it didn’t take the form of a slash. Instead, it began to swirl chaotically and tangle.
“Hraaaaah!”
Jose Dil Pablo swung the spiked blade with tremendous force. The swirling aura consumed the assassins.
No—it obliterated and annihilated not just the assassins, but all the surrounding objects as well.
“The cleanup is finished.”
Jose Dil Pablo turned his body. Among the ruins of the Club, he could see Ricardo Pablo being protected by bodyguards.
“Uncle. I had high expectations since you said you prepared something for me. Is this really all?”
Ricardo Pablo ground his teeth.
“You bastard!”
“Don’t just get angry—tell me. This can’t be everything, right? There’s no way the cards you’ve pulled out to face me, Jose Dil Pablo, would be this pathetic.”
Jose Dil Pablo took a step toward Ricardo Pablo.
With each step he took, Ricardo Pablo’s face grew paler.
That was when it happened.
Jose Dil Pablo’s footsteps stopped. A sharp, stinging sensation pierced through his elbow.
“Huh?”
Looking down, Jose Dil Pablo saw a translucent thread piercing through his elbow and embedded in the ground.
“What the hell is this?”
I touched the thread with my finger. In that instant, a sharp, searing pain coursed through my nerves as if they were being branded by fire.
“Ugh?”
In that moment, bundles of threads cascaded from the ceiling. They pierced through my body.
“Gaaaahhhhh!”
I screamed. The agony of my entire body burning was unbearable.
Assassins dropped from the ceiling. Among them, the White-Bearded Assassin spoke to me.
“This is a tool crafted from the threads of a human-faced spider, specially treated.”
I was still groaning in pain.
“Because it’s so thin, it pierces through the human body with ease, but after a few minutes it dissolves completely and causes no lasting damage. However…”
The old man touched the thread. I screamed again.
“Since it inflicts extreme agony, it’s perfect for restraining someone.”
“Kh, kh… khkhk.”
I let out a laugh.
“Premium service, you said… it’s real… I’ve never seen such a dog-shit service…”
The old man gestured. An assassin brought an axe.
The old man grasped the axe. A crimson aura enveloped it.
“Jose Dil Pablo. I will complete the contract here and now.”
The old man brought the axe down on my head.
But the axe could not crush my skull. Instead, the blade shattered.
“…You haven’t released control of your mana even in this state?”
The old man cried out in shock.
If I merely exerted my internal mana, the threads would react and inflict pain.
Yet I was enduring it.
No—enduring was not the right word.
“I was hoping to end this without casualties.”
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble. The assassins looked around in confusion.
Then they understood.
It wasn’t the ground shaking. The sheer volume of mana I was releasing was so vast that the entire building was convulsing.
“That seems impossible.”
My eyes blazed with light.
In that instant, the building collapsed.

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I lifted my head without realizing it, furrowing my brow as I glanced around the surroundings.
“Han-ul, what’s wrong?”
“Kwon Han-ul, what’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing.”
I shook my head and sat back down. I could have sworn I felt a tremendous magical force from somewhere, but it must have been my imagination.
“Oh, Han-ul. Look over there.”
Kwon Hu-don pointed at the Dungeon Gate. The interior of the gate writhed, and Joo Ha-yeon burst out from within.
“Ha-yeon!”
“Kwon Han-ul, I told you to rest inside.”
“Is it all finished now?”
“There’s still one more task remaining.”
Joo Ha-yeon pulled a small box from her subspace. She set it on the ground and stepped back slightly.
“Huh?”
The Dungeon Gate began to be sucked into the box. As the Dungeon Gate was absorbed, the box’s size grew larger.
Once the Dungeon Gate was completely absorbed, the box had expanded to the size of a small building.
“Now we just need to take this with us.”
Joo Ha-yeon patted the box as she spoke.
“Can we just carry it?”
“Would you like to try lifting it?”
I attempted to lift the box as a test. But no matter how much strength I exerted, it wouldn’t budge.
“This is why we need a separate transport team. The weight is simply too much.”
I withdrew my hand from the box without hesitation.
“Then I’ll need to contact my aunt tomorrow.”

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Gibri City.
A prosperous metropolis so vibrant that people say the lights never die out, not even once in the 365 days of a year.
Yet Gibri City now lay shrouded in darkness.
The cause was a sudden explosion that erupted from the city’s center. In its wake, buildings crumbled and the entire city’s infrastructure ground to a halt.
“Hah… I nearly bought it there.”
Jose Dil Pablo stood atop the rubble of a collapsed building, massaging his neck.
The threads that had pierced through his body had already vanished without a trace.
“An assassin, they said. Carries some strange toys, doesn’t he.”
“Guh, guh-aaaagh!”
A horrific scream echoed out. An elderly man lay pinned beneath Jose Dil Pablo’s feet.
“Anything else? Spit it out if you’ve got more.”
“Guh-aaaack!”
“Nothing left? Then you’re done for.”
Jose Dil Pablo pressed down with his full weight. The old man’s chest caved inward, and his breath ceased.
That was when it happened.
The debris shifted, and Ricardo Pablo crawled out from beneath it.
“Gasp, huff!”
Judging by his labored emergence, Ricardo Pablo looked utterly exhausted.
“Uncle. Still alive, are you?”
At those words, Ricardo Pablo flinched and turned his head.
“Uncle. Can you see? Because of your foolish meddling, that precious city of yours has been reduced to ruins.”
“Y-you monster…!”
“You’re the one who raised me, Uncle. Don’t talk nonsense.”
Jose Dil Pablo let out a laugh.
“So Uncle, when you reach the afterlife, put in a good word for me with our mother, will you?”
Jose Dil Pablo gripped his stone blade. Ricardo Pablo’s face drained of color in terror.
“J-Jose…”
Ricardo Pablo pleaded. But Jose Dil Pablo showed no hesitation, bringing the stone blade down.
The blade descended toward Ricardo Pablo’s head.
“Sylphid.”
Wind erupted.
The Unknown Man suddenly appeared, blocking Jose Dil Pablo’s path.
Jose Dil Pablo was startled but didn’t stop his momentum, swinging the stone blade toward the man.
“Ogre.”
The man’s skin turned green. He thrust his fist forward simultaneously, striking Jose Dil Pablo’s abdomen.
The unexpected force sent Jose Dil Pablo’s body flying backward.
“What the hell is this bastard!”
Jose Dil Pablo landed on the ground and roared.
But when he looked up, no one was there.
“…What? Where did both of them go?”
Jose Dil Pablo glanced around frantically, but he couldn’t find the two of them anywhere.
“Damn it all…!”
Just then, his smartphone rang. When he opened it to check, there was a text message from Ricardo Pablo’s number.
If you want to find your uncle, come alone to the place I mentioned.
-GG-
Veins bulged across Jose Dil Pablo’s forehead.

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