I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 289

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 289

I Told You to Hide Well

A campfire built in the middle of the snowy field.

Momo, who had been roasting sweet potatoes, wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Her chubby face was covered with soot.

“What kind of pig eats endlessly!!”

Though she hadn’t counted them all, there had to be at least a hundred.

The roasted sweet potatoes that went into Nia’s mouth as she lay sprawled out.

“This sleepyhead friend eats an unbelievable amount, doesn’t she?”

Ellia swallowed her saliva.

She had been observing from the side for a while because Nia ate so well.

Her chewing and swallowing speed was incredible.

She wasn’t called the deadly sin of gluttony for nothing.

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat!!

While the sweet potato mukbang continued by the bonfire, bullets were being fired into the air on one side.

Momo’s eyes widened as she looked in that direction.

“What kind of yodel is shooting guns so carelessly while lying down!!”

Normally, he would have kindly explained to the foolish Momotari that this was anti-aircraft fire.

But there was no time for that now.

He was busy shooting down combat helicopters that kept coming from somewhere.

“Eh?!”

Kancheo jumped up and broke out in a cold sweat.

Hundreds of small aircraft flying from far away.

They were drones that had been introduced on NewTube as the latest military technology.

“That’s troublesome!”

Though he had received some from Black Wings, the assault rifle bullets weren’t infinite.

They were already small and hard to hit.

It was questionable whether he could shoot them all down before they passed through the barrier.

“If they pass through the barrier, we’ll be discovered!”

From the outside, no matter how much they filmed, it was just an empty snowy field.

But the moment even one slipped through, they might be broadcast live.

Kancheo ran toward the bonfire and threw his body.

“Whoa.”

Ellia jumped up from her seat in surprise.

She barely avoided the yodel’s deadly drop kick.

“Hey, old hag! Come help before I confiscate the roasted sweet potatoes! Do you want to be discovered?!”

“I was going to do it when they got closer, okay?”

She quickly calmed Kancheo down before he could charge at her with his slingshot again.

Meanwhile, there was one life form moving slowly beside them.

Kancheo and Ellia’s gazes shifted in that direction.

“Huh, hey. The sleepyhead friend got up by herself?”

“What?! Why is she suddenly getting up? Is this rebellion?!”

Nia, who had gotten up after ages, clenched her small fists.

“I’m full, so I can fight!”

At her slow speech that matched her movements, Kancheo and Ellia looked at each other’s faces.

Expressions full of worldly distrust.

“I’ll go destroy those and come back.”

Nia started walking toward the approaching drones.

Her legs were short and her steps were so slow that even a turtle would cry and leave.

“Can’t we just push her from behind?”

“Hey Satan, be patient, okay? Considering the sleepyhead friend’s usual laziness, even that is an incredible step.”

Nia finally arrived at her destination and looked up.

Nia stared at the sky with her bulging eyes that were only half open.

She slowly raised her hand.

A pitch-black, sticky liquid flowed out from there.

When the liquid gathered to form a sphere, Nia put her hand into it.

[Darkness Transformation]

After completing the desired shape, she sent the sphere up into the sky.

And the moment the drones entered the range.

[Release]

She scattered the thousands of shuriken she had just created.

Pitch-black shuriken instantly struck the drone unit.

They were arranged so densely that even though the operators reacted quickly enough, they failed to evade.

Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!!

The sky brightened as hundreds of drones exploded.

Nia, who had been watching for a while, nodded her head.

Her expression said this was enough.

She turned around and walked slowly back to the bonfire, just as she had come.

Kancheo, Momo, and Ellia, who had been watching, simultaneously gave her thumbs up.

This sleepyhead friend, they thought she was just a sleeping shit-head, but she’s someone who does things when she needs to.

“Mm.”

Thinking she should respond, Nia also raised her tiny thumb.

Then she came to where she had been lying originally and lay down again.

Kancheo approached and placed a yodel badge on Nia’s rising and falling belly.

“You are appointed as an honorary Yodel Ranger.”

“Mm-hmm. But I’m hungry.”

“Hey Private Momo! Bring roasted sweet potatoes for the new ranger! We have to treat newcomers well!”

“Got it!! I’ll roast them now!”

Momo put on the work gloves she had taken off and returned to her original duty as a roasted sweet potato vendor.

Ellia nodded with a pleased expression.

She was very satisfied with the performance of her tiny friends.

Thanks to them, she didn’t have to do anything, which was nice, but anyway.

She set up a chair next to the bonfire again and sat down.

Now let’s wait leisurely.

For the master who went to uproot this place to return.

“783rd Battalion situation report.”

“All personnel are fine.”

Battalion commander Iban nodded.

Thanks to being far from the bombing site, the 783rd Battalion had virtually no loss of strength.

“Pack your equipment. We’re going to greet our guests.”

“Yes!”

The unit members each picked up their swords.

The 783rd Battalion was composed only of outstanding personnel among sword-related classes.

It was a unit that boasted excellent combat power, always taking first place in the annual close combat evaluations.

“How dare they without fear.”

Iban gritted his teeth.

Even high-ranking Russian officials couldn’t carelessly mess with the Spetsnaz Brigade.

To attack on such an unbelievable scale was an unprecedented situation.

“783rd Battalion combat preparation complete.”

“The current top priority mission is protecting the brigade commander and the Client. We’re going to headquarters.”

“Should we capture the enemy alive?”

“What nonsense about capturing alive.”

The corners of Iban’s mouth turned up.

“Tear them apart as painfully as possible.”

“Yes!”

He couldn’t tell who these attackers were.

But he could roughly guess their thought process.

All of Spetsotriad had become a sea of fire.

To outsiders, it would seem like they had gained the upper hand.

But this was an absurd misconception.

Spetsotriad’s core strength wasn’t fighter jets or tanks.

Those were just for show – the real power was the special forces distributed throughout the brigade.

Each unit, like the 783rd Battalion, was composed of those who stood at the pinnacle of their respective fields.

Communication was down for now, but they would each be surviving the bombardment in their own ways.

As long as these units remained intact, Spetsotriad would never fall.

Thud.

“Hmm?”

At the echoing footsteps, Iban raised his head.

The first thing he saw was silver hair reflecting the moonlight.

Hair so brilliantly beautiful it was momentarily mesmerizing.

‘What the hell is that?’

Honestly, it was absurd.

In a snowy plain with a raging blizzard, wearing only thin slacks and a single functional turtleneck.

As if trying to cover her face, the turtleneck was pulled up just below her eyes.

“Who are you?”

No answer came.

The woman stopped walking, then bent down to pick up a blunt piece of steel.

Iban let out a hollow laugh.

“You’re not thinking of facing us with that thing.”

Iban wasn’t unaware that inherent skill was most important.

But this was the 21st century, where advanced science powered by awakening abilities reigned supreme.

In a world where equipment could overcome lacking skills, to face the 783rd Battalion with just a piece of steel.

It was arrogance that wasn’t even worth laughing at.

“I’ll handle this.”

A unit member wearing lightweight armor stepped forward.

The unit member drew a sharp thin sword from his waist.

It was Sergei, famous in the 783rd Battalion for his invisible swift swordsmanship.

He spoke as he moved forward.

“Too beautiful a face to kill.”

Though half was covered, he recognized it immediately.

That it was impossibly beautiful.

“Regrettable. It would have been nice to meet elsewhere. I’d like to spare you, but I can’t let someone who attacked Spetsotriad live. Instead, I’ll show mercy.”

Sergei raised his mouth corners and pointed his thin sword at Seira’s nape.

“I’ll send you without pain. If you prefer another spot, just say so. I’ll strike exactly there…”

BANG!!!

The eyes of Battalion Commander Iban and his unit members widened.

Sergei had vanished from sight in an instant.

Shifting their gaze slightly, they saw Sergei embedded in the wall.

No one present wondered about his life or death.

His body had been split in half along with his armor from the force of the blow.

Swish!

Sensing something was wrong, the 783rd Battalion rushed at Seira all at once.

But they couldn’t reach her.

Not a single one of dozens of swords.

How many minutes had passed since the one-sided massacre began?

All the surviving unit members were impaled in all directions, turned into pancakes.

Thud!

Iban, pale as a sheet, fell on his rear.

It wasn’t a matter of being slightly stronger or not.

The difference between an adult and child… no, the weight class difference between a tiger and mouse.

It was a gap so vast that he couldn’t even imagine it being bridged by anything.

“What a mess.”

Seira, standing before Iban, spoke quietly.

“If I could turn back time.”

Seira lifted the blood-soaked steel.

“I’d tell you to build your foundation before showing off.”

Splat!

With a dull bursting sound, the curtain fell.

On the reckless arrogance of the 783rd Battalion, who had mistakenly thought they were among the world’s best.

“783! 783, you bastards! Why aren’t you answering?!”

Colonel Vasilyov broke out in cold sweat.

Units that had been responding fine just moments ago began losing contact one by one.

There was no problem with communications.

Gulp.

They were being hunted.

One by one, in order.

“D-damn it all.”

As Vasiloff groaned, the Client let out a sigh.

“Please calm down, Colonel. We’re almost at the bunker.”

Vasiloff, the Client, and Alexei picked up their pace.

An underground bunker that could withstand even a nuclear bomb.

Whatever forces the enemy possessed, if they held out here, they would eventually have to retreat.

Russia, having noticed Spetsotriad was under attack, would be sending corps-level reinforcements.

BOOM!!!

At the sound echoing through the steel corridor, the three men turned their heads.

It was too far away to tell what had caused the sound.

But one thing was certain.

Something was coming.

“H-hurry!”

The three men arrived at the bunker entrance almost at a run.

When Vasiloff had his iris scanned, the tightly locked door opened.

Vasiloff, who entered immediately, raised his voice.

“Close it quickly! Right now!”

“Colonel, you’ve entered, haven’t you? Calm down. Calm down.”

“S-sorry.”

While Vasiloff caught his breath and sat down.

Alexei, who entered last, closed the door.

More precisely, he tried to close it.

Clack!

Just before the door closed, someone’s hand slipped through the gap.

Alexei pushed with all his strength, but it was futile.

CRASH!!

The kicked door swung wide open, and Alexei, who had been standing there, was sent flying.

Alexei tumbled and rolled after being slammed into the wall.

“How can you close it when we haven’t all entered yet?”

Jinhyeok spoke nonchalantly as he raised his head.

“You, what the hell are you, bastard!”

Next to Vasiloff, who was shouting angrily.

The Client, who had been standing alongside him, widened his eyes.

He knew because he had seen through Ryu Jin-su of Jaeeung Construction’s eyes.

The fact that the man who just appeared was a Runner from South Korea.

And Jinhyeok didn’t miss the Client’s reaction.

“What should I call you? The owner of Crown Jackpot? Or Client?”

He asked quietly as he stepped into the bunker.

“I told you back then, didn’t I? To hide well. That I’d come to kill you the moment I saw even a strand of your hair.”

While making eye contact with the Client.

“It’s not polite to say this upon our first meeting, but I saw your hair.”

He raised the corners of his mouth in a long smile.

“So I came to kill you.”

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