I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 148

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 148

Kansai Oni

Kansai Oni, where Japan’s most renowned Yin-Yang Practitioners gathered.

Among them, there was one who stood above all others – Miyamoto, the leader who commanded the Oni.

He hadn’t distinguished himself from the beginning.

Born into a prestigious Yin-Yang Practitioner family, Miyamoto’s abilities were below expectations.

But why was that?

When the Awakening Era arrived, the system bestowed upon Miyamoto a curse power stronger than anyone else’s.

From skills that weren’t even at the bottom tier, he gained the power to seize leadership of the Oni in one stroke.

“Young one from Joseon. No one can survive my curse. No one at all. Because there is no being who can overcome this resentment, pain, and bitter grief.”

Though the curse had already covered Cheon Se-yeon, Kansai Oni did not let his guard down.

The Oni gathered his blood-soaked hands and began chanting sutras.

The resounding sutra chanting spread not only through the shrine but to the nearby mountains as well.

As the chanting grew louder, the curse grew larger and writhed more fiercely.

“Do you know the pain of a mediocre person mixed among geniuses? Do you understand the feeling of never being able to reach them no matter how hard you try? I resented and cursed my talentless self. It was truly years of bitter grief. Had it not been me, anyone would have given up long ago in those continuous moments. But I did not give up.”

Miyamoto drew a leisurely smile.

“I cursed and resented the geniuses before my eyes. Every night I drove nails into dolls and wrote talismans in blood to burn them. On important days, I harmed their precious people, and when they needed to run, I put blades in their shoes so they couldn’t walk. That’s how I surpassed them one by one to reach this point. My curse was completed through such terrible obsession and resentment. How could a young thing like you possibly handle such a thing?”

The curse grew thicker and eventually completely erased Cheon Se-yeon’s form.

It wasn’t only the curse covering Cheon Se-yeon that was strengthened by the sutra chanting.

The things placed on the altar were also made of curses.

The other hunters would never reach the shrine.

“I shall thoroughly crush even your soul.”

Miyamoto closed his eyes.

And just as he was about to chant sutras.

“Are you done with your pathetic story?”

A voice flowed out from within the thick curse.

Miyamoto’s eyes snapped open as he frowned.

This was impossible.

This wasn’t pain a human could endure, was it?

While Miyamoto’s brain froze, Se-yeon lightly swung her shield.

The Oni’s curse was dispelled just like that.

The eyes of all the Yin-Yang Practitioners, including Miyamoto, who had been chanting sutras, widened.

Even seeing it with their own eyes, they couldn’t believe it.

This was a curse they had prepared for over a full day, offering numerous sacrifices.

Yet it shattered and scattered from just one swing like that?

Most of all, Cheon Se-yeon’s condition was far too fine.

Rather than being consumed by the curse, it felt like it hadn’t even touched her skin.

Brushing off her clothes, Se-yeon continued speaking.

“You should be grateful, old man. Our country really values the Three Bonds and Five Relationships. That’s why I listened to your story. Your country doesn’t have such things, right? If I weren’t Korean, your ugly head would already be.”

Se-yeon clicked her tongue making a tsk sound.

Of course, she hadn’t really waited because of the Three Bonds and Five Relationships.

She was just curious.

She wondered how much more ugly and pathetic the excuses of an old monster who had lived committing all sorts of evil deeds would become.

“How dare you!!”

Miyamoto shot up and cast another curse, but the result was the same this time too.

The curse bounced off and vanished like a lie before even getting close.

The other Yin-Yang Practitioners also poured out curses, but the results didn’t change.

“It’s itchy. So itchy.”

Se-yeon chuckled and took a step.

Then she quietly lowered her gaze.

The talisman had faded slightly in color compared to before.

She didn’t know much about shamanic beliefs. She wasn’t interested either.

But she wasn’t stupid, so she could tell.

What was deflecting all their curses right now was the talisman Jinhyeok had given her.

‘Was Jinhyeok actually a shaman? But do shamans use swords and chains that well?’

Was it because she was too relaxed?

Se-yeon, who had even started thinking about other things, shook her head.

For now, the old monster came first.

“This… This monster!!”

Was it because the curses weren’t working unrealistically?

The Yin-Yang Practitioner who had been shooting enthusiastically lost his fighting spirit and stepped back.

She probably would have let it slide.

If it had been the usual Se-yeon, if it had been a usual, ordinary situation.

Se-yeon swung her arm toward the Yin-Yang Practitioner.

It was clearly just one light gesture.

Kwaaaaaaaaa!!!

But what burst forth was anything but light.

Divine power that exploded outward and cleanly swept away one entire direction.

It was tremendous output that could easily crush people and more.

“How many have you killed so far?”

Jjaeeng!

The output shot out once more.

Several Yin-Yang Practitioners scattered without even realizing they were dying.

“You probably didn’t count. Since you bastards treat human lives like flies.”

“Uh… uh wait…”

Jjaeeng!

“You don’t have much time. So apologize now. To the thirty people who were sacrificed knowing nothing and to the people you killed before that.”

“S-sorry! I apologize! Miyamoto made me do it, I had no choice! I’ll live the rest of my life in repentance!”

“M-me too! Please spare me!”

Se-yeon, who had stopped walking for a moment, let out a small sigh.

“You have no sense of guilt. I can tell from how you’re begging to live.”

“Ah…”

Kwaaaaaa!!

About ten Yin-Yang Practitioners disappeared in an instant.

‘This is… impossible…’

The imposing leader of the Oni was no more.

Miyamoto hesitantly backed away from the approaching disaster.

He had always looked down on those so-called rankers.

Because he thought he could kill them anytime if he put his mind to it.

But it was a great misconception and arrogance.

To think she was such strong military power. To think she was so unreachable.

Thud.

He looked back at the wall that stopped his retreat.

A situation where he could no longer shoot curses or run away.

Was it because he was cornered in a dead end?

Crack.

Misdirected inferiority complex and rage surged up.

Not yet.

He couldn’t end it yet.

“Don’t move, young one. Even if we die, the curses already cast won’t disappear. You might be fine, but your subordinates won’t be.”

Cheon Se-yeon stepped forward without a care.

“How selfish! Do you want to turn a foreign shrine into a grave?! Your subordinates are already wandering on the brink of death from the curse! Only I can save them!”

“Brink of death?”

Se-yeon tilted her head.

“Do Japan and Korea have different meanings for the phrase ‘brink of death’?”

“What?”

The corners of Se-yeon’s mouth stretched long.

“Who exactly is wandering on the brink of death?”

Miyamoto’s eyes shifted over Se-yeon’s shoulder.

“How…”

His mouth fell open.

Hunters appearing one by one from the stairs.

They weren’t rolling around on the ground.

Rather, they were perfectly fine.

So much so that you’d doubt there had been any battle at all.

‘Ah…’

Miyamoto, who realized too late, glared at Se-yeon.

“What did you bring?”

Something had definitely interfered.

Something he hadn’t anticipated.

Otherwise, such an absurd result couldn’t have occurred.

“Are you talking about this?”

The moment Se-yeon pulled out the talisman she had kept on her body.

Thud!

Miyamoto dropped to his knees.

It wasn’t voluntary.

His instincts simply commanded it.

To prostrate himself before that thing immediately.

Se-yeon, who had pulled out the talisman, was also surprised.

Miyamoto’s face, completely distorted beyond just being wrinkled with fear.

Even when death had reached right under his chin earlier, he hadn’t been this terrified.

What exactly was this talisman?

She reached out and grabbed Miyamoto’s head.

What the talisman was could wait.

“Who’s behind you? Who ordered you to kill me?”

“That… that is…”

Miyamoto, though paralyzed with fear, didn’t speak easily.

She pulled out a photo from her pocket and showed it to him.

“This is your Yin-Yang Practitioner who died in Korea. His name was Kurone, wasn’t it?”

“!!!”

He recognized it immediately just from the photo.

That he had met an impossibly gruesome death, suffering a more painful end than any other death.

“Choose. Will you talk, or die the same way?”

There was nothing to think about.

That kind of death was absolutely out of the question.

“The one who funded our Kansai Oni and told us to sever Korea’s spiritual veins was S…”

Crack!

Blood droplets scattered before her eyes.

A bullet that flew from somewhere and shattered Miyamoto’s head.

She stared at the bullet embedded in the ground.

It wasn’t ordinary.

It was wrapped in dense power.

How much time had passed?

“Good thing we’re not too late.”

From the forest across from the shrine.

People in suits revealed themselves.

Cheon Se-yeon frowned.

‘Osaka Player Hunter Bureau.’

A woman with a long sniper rifle nodded her head.

“Are you safe? Hunter Cheon Se-yeon. And everyone from the South Korean Player Hunter Bureau.”

She checked the woman’s name tag.

# Nakamura Mio.

Se-yeon clicked her tongue.

She had heard of her.

The poster child of the Osaka Player Hunter Bureau, a Sniper class capable of perfect shots from 10 kilometers away.

A celebrity had graced them with her presence.

“We rushed here after receiving information about a vicious Yin-Yang Practitioner group… I’m surprised. There are unexpected people here. What brings you to Kyoto?”

“It’s been a while since our last vacation, so we came to see some temples and shrines.”

“With over thirty hunters?”

“Yes. We have good team unity.”

Mio smiled.

“Is that so? That’s nice to see. Anyway, thank you. For doing what we should have done. When dawn breaks, the Osaka Player Hunter Bureau will also officially express our apologies and gratitude. Our negligence almost caused damage to Korea’s precious assets.”

Se-yeon narrowed her eyes and stared at Mio.

This woman was already certain.

That she hadn’t heard anything from Miyamoto.

‘Had she been here in advance?’

She had missed it while being preoccupied with the curse that filled the entire shrine and mountain.

The possibility that a third party was present.

‘I should have heard the name.’

She stared at Miyamoto sprawled carelessly.

They had definitely killed him when the name was about to come out after watching the situation.

“What are you doing? Clean this up.”

At her gesture, the Japanese hunters who had followed moved toward the shrine.

“It would be best for the Korean hunters to return to your lodging for now. You might find yourselves in an awkward position if you stay here any longer.”

A leisurely smile appeared on Mio’s lips.

It was basically telling them to get lost since she’d turn a blind eye up to this point.

Se-yeon gritted her teeth.

If only she had heard that name they had reacted so sensitively to, she could have done something.

“Older Sister.”

Lee Yun-jeong, who grabbed Se-yeon’s arm, shook her head.

It was frustrating since they hadn’t even touched the real culprit, but they had no choice but to retreat here.

Just as she was wondering if they really had to retreat like this.

Ding

!

A message arrived.

Sender.

Yoo Jin-hyeok.

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