Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 98

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 98】

98. Conclusion (1)

A luxurious bedroom.
A middle-aged man stood there, his face anxious as he gripped a radio tightly in his hand.
Then, static crackled from the radio.
-Godfather! We’ve just received word!
At those words, the man—Godfather—hastily brought the radio to his ear.
-All the Cartel families in South America have been annihilated!
It was truly shocking news. Godfather’s face went pale as he collapsed onto the bed.
Now there was no hope of reinforcements.
Yet Godfather still clung to a thread of hope as he asked.
“What about Jose Dil Pablo? What happened to him? Why hasn’t he shown up yet?”
-He was captured after his battle with Kwon Han-ul of the Heukcheon Bloodline!
It felt like a boulder had crashed down on his head.
Godfather exhaled deeply. In his heart, he had hoped Jose Dil Pablo would resolve this terrible situation.
But reality was cruel.
“Heukcheon is at this level….”
Godfather had never expected the Cartel Alliance to defeat the Heukcheon Group.
Still, he had thought they had at least grown enough to make Heukcheon Group hesitate before war.
But reality was different.
The Kwon Family had swept through all of South America with barely a single company—no, fewer than twenty people.
“Insane bastards… even a rabid dog wouldn’t be this aggressive.”
From the start, Godfather had never intended to fight the Kwon Family.
All he needed was a method to stabilize the Dungeon.
He had merely sent Ashely and Jose Dil Pablo to probe Heukcheon slightly, hoping to find that method.
He was prepared to back off whenever Heukcheon reacted with caution.
But Heukcheon didn’t merely react with caution—they immediately launched a war.
They didn’t even give him time to explain, make excuses, or apologize before they obliterated the Cartel Alliance.
“Damn it.”
Godfather cursed under his breath as he approached a table in the bedroom.
He poured whiskey from a bottle on the table into a glass and drank it down.
The warm liquid traveled down his esophagus and reached his stomach.
“Ahh.”
Godfather wiped the corner of his mouth. His eyes gleamed with an eerie light.
“It’s not over yet.”
The Cartels had all been annihilated, but he—this Godfather—was still alive.
In the process of subjugating all the cartels of South America, Godfather had claimed every significant asset of the cartel as his own.
Only he knew where that vast fortune lay hidden.
With it, he could rebuild the Alliance as many times as needed.
“I just need to hold on until now.”
Godfather was currently in a bunker constructed 5km Underwater Depth.
In the old days, building a bunker at such depths would have been extraordinarily difficult, but with Hunters and relics now in existence, things were different.
“No matter how powerful Heukcheon is, they won’t be able to pursue me to this place.”
In modern times, bunker security had shifted from how sturdy they were to how inaccessible their location was.
Even the most powerful Hunter would struggle to breach a bunker hidden beneath the sea.
“Once Heukcheon withdraws, I can make my move again.”
Godfather took another swig of whiskey. He was wiping his mouth when it happened.
Suddenly, an alarm began to blare.
“What, what is this now?”
Godfather bolted from the bedroom in panic.
With no one else in the bunker, he had to investigate the situation himself.
“The central control room….”
That was when it happened.
The entire bunker began shaking violently. Jose Dil Pablo lost his footing and crashed to the ground.
“An, an earthquake?”
The tremors intensified. Cracks spider-webbed across the walls and ceiling as stone fragments rained down.
Suddenly, the entire ceiling lifted away. It began shattering into pieces.
“Ahhhhh!”
Godfather screamed, all dignity forgotten.
He trembled at the thought of the seawater that would soon come crashing in.
But contrary to Godfather’s fears, the seawater did not flood in.
Instead, brilliant light poured through.
Godfather slowly lifted his head.
“…Huh? Wh-what?”
The seawater had been completely parted. Through the gap, he could see the sky.
“How, how is this possible?”
Over 5km of seawater split open in a perfect line. It was an impossible sight.
Then Godfather realized it.
A black aura spiraled like a cylinder, pushing the seawater aside.
“What, what is this….”
“Godfather.”
An unfamiliar voice echoed down.
A woman hovered in the sky above.
“…Who are you?”
The woman descended gracefully before Godfather.
“You should know who I am, shouldn’t you?”
Why didn’t I see it coming?
The second daughter of Kwon Seon-woo, Chairman and head of the Heukcheon Group.
The very person who had turned South America into a wasteland.
The one Heukcheon member who could at least be reasoned with.
It was Kwon Mi.
“….”
Godfather’s face drained of all color. He fought desperately to maintain consciousness.
Kwon Mi’s epithet was “the Heukcheon member you could at least reason with.”
Unlike the other Heukcheon Bloodline members, she attempted compromise first—a nickname earned through that distinction.
If that were true, perhaps this situation could be resolved through dialogue.
“A pleasure to meet you. I am called Godfather.”
Godfather maintained his composure as best he could.
If he showed even a hint of panic or fear here, he would lose the psychological advantage entirely.
“There seems to have been some misunderstanding in this matter. I, or rather the Cartel Alliance, have no intention whatsoever of opposing Heukcheon—gah, gack!”
Without warning, Kwon Mi seized Godfather by the throat.
“What kind of bullshit are you spouting?”
“W-wait!”
“I don’t know what scheme you’re cooking up, but if you don’t want to die, you’d better shut your mouth.”
In that moment, Godfather finally understood why the qualifier “at least” was attached to Kwon Mi’s epithet.
She could be reasoned with, perhaps—but she was still Heukcheon through and through.
“I’m going to ask you some questions now. You’d better answer them, even if I have to claw the answers out of your skull.”
Godfather nodded frantically.
“What plan did you make with Kwon Hyuk?”
Godfather’s expression went blank. It was a question he had never anticipated.
“Th-that’s… what do you mean… gack!”
“Try to play dumb one more time, and I’ll kill you for real. What did you plan with Kwon Hyuk?”
“I-I really don’t know… gack!”
Kwon Mi hurled Godfather to the ground. She stared down at him with murderous intent in her eyes.
“You don’t seem to have come to your senses yet. I suppose I’ll need to do some preliminary work.”
Black aura ignited across Kwon Mi’s fingernails.
Fear bloomed across Godfather’s face.

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Kwon Han-ul returned to the Hotel.
Given the sudden outbreak of war, there hadn’t been time to establish a proper base of operations.
So he designated the Hotel where they’d been staying as the rally point.
The moment he arrived, I saw Joo Ha-yeon, Kwon Hu-don, and Mei Hong.
I was relieved they were safe.
With that thought, I waved from a distance.
But suddenly, Kwon Hu-don and Mei Hong began rushing toward me.
“Han-ul!”
“Captain!”
Their fierce approach was enough to make even me feel a twinge of fear.
The two of them closed the distance in an instant, grabbed me, and bombarded me with questions.
“That! What was that?!”
“Right! Something strange just flew up into the sky! What on earth was it!”
“We were far away, you know? Really far away. But still, my whole body was trembling and I was so scared….”
“It’s not just us! Everyone’s talking about it! I ran into some Black Sharp Squad members on the way here….”
“Enough.”
That’s when Joo Ha-yeon interjected.
“Both of you, please calm down. You’re not letting Kwon Han-ul speak.”
True to her words, I was overwhelmed by their barrage of questions and couldn’t get a word in.
“Ah, Ha-yeon. Thank you.”
….
I offered my thanks, but Joo Ha-yeon didn’t respond. She merely gave a short nod.
Her behavior was somewhat different from usual, which left me bewildered.
“So what exactly was it?”
“Tell us quickly!”
Unable to contain themselves, the two asked again. I pulled out the answer I’d prepared beforehand.
“It was the power of the True Bloodline.”
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t even a lie.
The Phantom Bloodline merely drew out the power. The power itself belonged to the Black Dragon Bloodline.
But when the two heard my answer, their expressions changed subtly.
“That… was the power of the True Bloodline?”
“You’re saying the True Bloodline alone could do something like that?”
Seeing even them doubt, my chest tightened.
I’d been reckless, relying solely on the excuse that the True Bloodline was different from other Black Dragon Bloodlines. Now it seemed even that excuse wouldn’t hold up anymore.
“Han-ul, is that really true?”
“Please be honest with us.”
The two began pressing me relentlessly.
“Kwon Han-ul, who is that person?”
Once again, Joo Ha-yeon came to my rescue. She pointed at the two people behind me.
To be precise, one was free, but the other had their limbs bound.
“Ah, allow me to introduce you. This is Jose Dil Pablo.”
Kwon Han-ul pointed first to the bound man.
“And the other person… I think it’s better if he introduces himself.”
At Kwon Han-ul’s words, the remaining person removed his hood.
The moment they saw his face, Kwon Hu-don and Mei Hong’s eyes widened.
“GG?”
“It’s good to see you again.”
GG bowed in greeting. The two of them asked in surprise.
“Wait, how are you two together?”
“Right? You said you had no idea where GG went.”
Before answering, GG glanced at Kwon Han-ul. Kwon Han-ul nodded.
“The explanation is rather long.”
GG gave a brief account of everything that had happened so far.
From his origins to past events. Including how he had attacked the executives of the Pablo Family because of it.
Finally, after obtaining demonic power in the Dungeon, he attacked Jose Dil Pablo. But he was defeated and nearly died before Kwon Han-ul saved him.
Of course, he deliberately omitted any mention of Kwon Han-ul’s bloodline. He had been warned about this beforehand.
“T-the Garcian Family?”
“The Phantom Beast Bloodline?”
Kwon Hu-don and Mei Hong were greatly shocked.
“I always felt something was different about him compared to others.”
“I never knew he was a bloodline holder.”
Kwon Han-ul cleared his throat. Everyone’s attention turned toward him.
“I think the introductions are complete now… I have an announcement.”
At Kwon Han-ul’s words, everyone looked puzzled. Kwon Han-ul pointed to GG and spoke.
“Starting today, GG has joined our team.”
A reaction close to shock came back.
It wasn’t because they were concerned about GG joining. His abilities and character had already been proven.
The shock came for a different reason.
“W-wait, GG has the Phantom Beast Bloodline.”
“And you said he’s a pure-blooded one? That means our team has four pure-bloods now?”
People who possess bloodlines are extremely rare. And among them, pure-bloods are even harder to find.
Typically, pure-bloods become team leaders rather than team members, leading some organization.
That’s how powerful and remarkable pure-bloods were.
Yet Kwon Han-ul’s team already had four pure-bloods.
Moreover, they were all far from ordinary pure-bloods. They were all exceptionally talented individuals that everyone acknowledged.
“I-isn’t this incredibly amazing?”
“It’s amazing indeed. Throughout history, there’s never been a single team with as many pure-bloods as ours.”
It wasn’t intentional, but things had unfolded that way.
Kwon Han-ul tapped GG on the back.
“Tell us your real name.”
At Kwon Han-ul’s words, GG fell silent for a moment.
On the day his own mistake had led to the capture of all his family members, GG had abandoned his name.
He had believed it was wrong for a sinner like himself to bear the Garcian name.
Yet he never thought the day would come when he would use his true name again.
“Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Gael Garsian.”
And so their team gained one more member.

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