I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 190

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 190

This Is My House

I wondered why there were so many cars.

There are also many people inside.

From the entrance to the end of the stairs within sight.

It’s completely filled with people who scream “I’m a gangster! I’m a thug!”

People in tight shirts with tattoos slathered all over their arms and legs.

Their gazes focused on Jinhyeok.

‘So this is their style.’

I was curious how they’d try to make me give up.

I think I roughly understand now.

A scene that would have completely intimidated any ordinary person.

But Jinhyeok wasn’t affected by such things.

“Hello.”

He greeted them and climbed the stairs.

“Hello my ass, this bastard still doesn’t get the situation.”

He pretended not to hear the sarcasm.

Not for any other reason.

First, it was somewhat expected, and second, Jinhyeok’s mind was currently infinitely relaxed and peaceful.

The black dragon’s scales he had worried about not finding.

Because he had found them.

“Wow, you’re young but successful. How old are you?”

“I heard you made money with coins? Can’t you share some of what’s left after buying the house? We’re dirt poor.”

Endless sarcasm pouring out.

On the other hand, none of them actually made any moves.

It seemed there were orders not to touch him.

After climbing all the stairs, a lush garden spread out.

It would be more perfect if only those hideous containers were removed.

“Oh my. Mr. Yoo Jin-hyeok, you’re here?”

The table in the center of the garden.

Familiar faces were sitting there.

Lee Geum-suk, Ji Cheol-ju, and Kim Chul-woo, whom he saw at the real estate office yesterday.

They were sitting around as if it were their own house, enjoying tea time.

“We were having tea, that’s okay, right?”

“Tell us if it’s not okay. We’ll keep drinking anyway though.”

Lee Geum-suk and Kim Chul-woo laughing while looking at each other.

Yesterday’s kind attitude had completely disappeared.

That was natural.

The fish was already caught.

Jinhyeok clenched his fists.

Not because of the three people in front of him.

It was because the scammer who had stolen his items in middle school came to mind again.

That bastard had also acted very kindly at first.

Until he told him to drop his items and then sucked them all up with a magnet bug.

That bastard!

He moved toward the entrance.

“You know you already paid the full balance, right? You can’t back out now even if you regret it.”

Lee Geum-suk and Kim Chul-woo continued their sarcasm.

Meanwhile, Ji Cheol-ju kept his mouth tightly shut.

‘Is it really that guy?’

He had checked the CCTV and videos posted on SNS.

Even so, he couldn’t quite be certain.

Were they really the same person?

Did such a gentle-looking person really do such things in front of everyone?

‘How is that psycho so certain?’

Ryu Seung-gwon had definitively concluded that the culprit was absolutely Yoo Jin-hyeok.

There were two possibilities.

Either he was really the culprit, or he needed someone to vent his anger on, anyone would do.

‘Damn it. It’s a problem either way.’

It was because of the possibility that it might be the former.

The reason he couldn’t treat Jinhyeok carelessly, unlike the other two people.

The baseball bat that the black hat guy brought wasn’t ordinary.

A ridiculously sturdy bat, as if it were mixed with steel used in military vehicles.

It must have weighed considerably, but the black hat swung it very lightly.

Most of the guys he brought today were also Players, but most had insignificant classes or abilities.

If Yoo Jin-hyeok and the black hat were the same person, the situation might become strange.

‘Why isn’t this psycho coming?’

He checked his watch.

Ryu Seung-gwon had declared he would come to deal with him personally despite his father’s confinement order.

They just needed Ryu Seung-gwon to arrive.

Then it wouldn’t matter whether that guy was the black hat or whatever.

His personality was psychotic, but his skills were definitely solid.

No matter how much the black hat could fly and crawl, he wouldn’t be a match for Ryu Seung-gwon.

“Are you done talking? I’m going in.”

Jinhyeok opened the front door.

Ugh. Foot odor.

A rotten smell vibrated from the dress shoes and sneakers filling the shoe cabinet.

Air purification cost: 500 million additional.

The inside of the house was even more of a sight.

Dozens of shirtless lumps were sprawled here and there.

They were even puffing away on cigarettes.

Camilla’s pipe doesn’t smell bad or anything, but this place was serious.

With nicotine and tar already soaked in, simple air purification wouldn’t be enough.

1 billion additional.

This time he turned his eyes toward the pig who had his feet up on the wall.

How dare you put your pig’s feet up there?

Wallpaper cost: 3 billion additional.

“What the fuck? Got a problem?”

“Don’t be so harsh. The kid might wet himself.”

He ignored them and took a few more steps.

A clattering sound was heard.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Now they’re even eating food?

5 billion additional.

Water sounds came from the restroom.

Opening it up, Pig B was washing his hands at the sink.

Water bill: 10 billion additional.

Huh?

Traces of filth scattered above the toilet.

He shook his head at his rapidly worsening nausea.

An additional 100 billion.

“Why? Did you take a shit? You’ll need to wipe the cover. But buy some towels. There’s nowhere to wipe my hands.”

The pig that approached wipes his hands on Jinhyeok’s clothes.

Regardless, Jinhyeok quietly sets down the bag he brought.

He decides to end the defect inspection here.

“Total amount: 300 billion.”

“What? What the hell are you saying, you bastard.”

“Do you have 300 billion?”

“If I had it, would I be doing this, you son of a…”

Crash!

A thunderous sound echoes through the house.

The pig slammed into the restroom wall shows the whites of his eyes.

“If you don’t have it, pay with your body. Wall repair cost: additional 10 billion.”

He swept his hair back and came out to the living room.

Just moments ago, the living room had been full of mockery and sarcasm.

Now it had become very quiet.

In the heavy silence, gazes focused on Jinhyeok.

Big question marks were drawn on the pigs’ faces.

What just happened?

Step.

He had no intention of waiting for them to figure out the situation.

Jinhyeok walked over and kicked the face of the pig who was lying down with his feet up.

The pig flew out, smashing through the balcony window.

The sound of shattering glass seemed to bring them to their senses.

“Kill this bastard!!”

“Get him!!”

Dozens of lumps rushed at him.

Jinhyeok didn’t turn his gaze toward them.

Instead, he took a breath and closed his eyes.

The test subjects were too low-grade for a first attempt, but what could he do?

He’d have to try it on these guys.

“This crazy bastard!!”

Hands as big as pot lids and various tools came flying.

He sensed them with his presence detection but didn’t dodge.

He just waited.

Until they reached the range of his fighting spirit.

And the moment they reached that point, he moved.

Crash!!

A person got hit with a palm strike and was slammed into the ground.

‘I shouldn’t close my eyes in the Tower.’

Fighting spirit’s range expands proportionally to the grade and level of Dokkaebi Killing Technique.

Right now, at basic grade level 1, the detection range was very narrow.

That meant he had to react in an instant.

What if the opponent was stronger than Kalik, the third evil he met on the 13th floor?

Starting to react within the current fighting spirit range might be cutting it close.

Of course, it was more than enough for these slowpoke pigs.

Swoosh!

He deflected an approaching tool and placed his finger on the thug’s forehead.

“…?”

It was a loose touch, neither a strike nor a grab.

But before long, a refreshing impact sound burst out.

The thug flew far away and crashed.

This was the delayed strike he could use after learning Dokkaebi Killing Technique.

It was also the technique Renia used to break rocks on the mountain peak.

How much time had passed since the lumps rushed at him?

Jinhyeok opened his eyes.

No one else was rushing at him anymore.

They were either already sprawled on the ground or hesitantly backing away.

He had no intention of letting them escape.

He instantly approached and grabbed a lump’s hair.

“Crawl out. This is my house.”

He personally threw them one by one onto the balcony.

Even the ones sprawled out groaning were no exception.

Too lazy to bend his back, he roughly pushed them out with his foot.

“Hmm!”

After chasing them all out, he dusted off his hands.

Finally, he was alone.

Now it feels like my house.

Some repairs were needed, but that would be done with their money, so it was fine.

He turned around and walked out to the balcony.

For some reason, the three people were standing upright.

“Why are you standing up? Please continue drinking your coffee.”

Of course, he knew it was impossible.

A flying lump had crashed into the table.

‘Damn it…’

Cold sweat ran down Ji Cheol-ju’s back.

No wonder things had been going too smoothly.

“What the hell is this bastard!! Hey! Everyone come up!”

The guys he’d met on the stairs came running, but.

Crash!

Nothing changed.

Personnel instantly subdued and rolling on the ground.

“Ji, Ji Manager. Do something about this!”

“What are you doing! Hurry up and smash him!”

Ji Cheol-ju glared at Lee Geum-suk and Kim Chul-woo, who were nagging without understanding the situation.

These two old people had eyes, so why were they so clueless?

He wanted to just pluck out their useless eyes.

“No, Ji Manag…”

“Shut up.”

“What, what? Are you talking to me like that right now?”

“Shut up and stay still before I turn you into a corpse.”

He squeezed out his voice while grinding his teeth.

Having been in this business for a long time, he realized it immediately.

Yoo Jin-hyeok, who had smashed dozens of people in an instant.

This wasn’t something their level could handle.

He had to buy time somehow.

Until Ryu Seung-gwon arrived.

“Wait a moment.”

He cleared away the lumps and set up the table.

And sat down.

“Come and sit down. Don’t just stand there.”

As Jinhyeok wiggled his finger, the three people looked at each other’s faces.

Ji Cheol-ju was the first to sit down on a chair.

Jinhyeok looked at Ji Cheol-ju with an incredulous expression.

Jinhyeok pointed to the ground with his chin.

Ji Cheol-ju cleared his throat and got down from the chair to sit on the ground.

Smack!

A palm flew over and slapped Ji Cheol-ju across the face.

“Kugh…!”

His teeth scattered and fell.

“How comfortable for you. Sit up straight.”

Ji Cheol-ju, who had been trembling, barely managed to compose himself.

Then he knelt down.

Lee Geum-suk and Kim Chul-woo quickly followed suit and sat down.

Ji Cheol-ju endured it because he was a 30th Floor Player.

If they had taken such a slap, their necks would have broken.

“Give me your phones. Unlock them.”

The three people quickly complied, fearing their cheeks might fly off.

He entered the banking app and clicked to link all accounts.

The account status of all three was visible at a glance.

“You have a lot of money. You saw how messed up the house is, right? I’ll take the repair costs.”

The three’s eyes widened.

You’re the one who broke it, you crazy bastard! They wanted to argue, but they didn’t dare make such a reckless move.

At their age, they didn’t want their teeth to go flying.

Jinhyeok hesitated for a moment at the transfer amount window.

How much were the repair costs again?

He had forgotten while beating up the pigs.

Jinhyeok observed the three people’s reactions.

Then he slyly pressed the full amount button.

‘He’s taking everything?’

They all flinched simultaneously, but for the same reasons as above, they couldn’t stop him.

Jinhyeok calmly forced each one to do facial recognition.

“Phew.”

After seeing the transfer completion message, his heart felt at ease.

Nice.

He had earned hundreds of billions in one go.

“So why did you go this far? I was going to let you leave quietly.”

It wasn’t a lie.

He had bought a 15 billion won house for 5 billion won.

Since he had some conscience, he hadn’t planned to beat them up.

He had simply intended to ask Camilla to make them run away on their own.

Until he saw the state of the house today.

“Karma. It’s karma.”

While he was muttering to himself.

Crash!!

The main gate of the mansion shot up into the sky.

He had deliberately left it open, yet they still broke it down.

He’d have to collect repair costs from that guy too.

“Black Hat, you son of a bitch!!!”

Color returned to Ji Cheol-ju’s face.

Who would have thought the day would come when he’d be happy to see that lunatic.

In any case.

The situation was over.

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