Murim Login - Chapter 280

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Chapter 280
“Park Ji-hoon, you bastard.”
– ….
The voice on the other end of the line cut off abruptly.
I didn’t need to see him to feel it—his bewilderment and agitation transmitted clearly through the receiver.
“What’s wrong? When someone calls, you answer.”
A response came after a brief pause.
– Is it…?
“Yeah, it’s me, you bastard.”
My voice spilled out between my lips, heated and sharp. Blood surged through my veins, my heart hammering like a blacksmith’s anvil.
Yet my mind remained ice-cold, as if doused in frigid water.
Perhaps some corner of my consciousness had already foreseen this moment.
‘I had my suspicions.’
The number twenty-eight that tumbled from his mouth was enough to transform doubt into certainty.
What I needed to know was who had given the order and how deeply he was involved.
“Did you send those bastards?”
A low, smooth baritone answered.
– Well. If that’s the case, then that’s how it is.
“….”
– Why? Did you think I’d deny it?
Look at this guy.
A hollow laugh escaped me at his shameless attitude, as if he stood beneath the heavens without a shred of embarrassment.
– Who told you? Lim Young-jun? Yeah, it had to be him. I thought he was the tight-lipped type… I misjudged him.
Park Ji-hoon clicked his tongue and continued.
– Stupid bastard. I shouldn’t have left it to him.
“Shit isn’t guilty. The one who drops his pants in public and pushes is the guilty one. But you…”
Crack.
Team Leader 1’s face turned blue as my grip tightened around his throat, his body convulsing.
“Did you think about how to clean up after shitting yourself?”
– This situation is unexpected, but… surely you didn’t act without thinking about cleanup.
“Yeah. That’s what it looks like.”
– What?
“Can you handle me?”
Silence fell. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
And at the end of that brief silence came a voice I had never heard before—cold and razor-sharp.
– If you take even one more step from there, both you and the Peace Guild are finished.
“So?”
– It’s not too late yet. Don’t escalate this further and come out. Let’s end it here.
Hearing those words, I suddenly understood that the way the world operated was no different from combat.
The one who seizes victory presses relentlessly forward, while the one gripped by fear takes the first step back.
And I knew the true nature of his fear.
‘Black Hunters.’
The existence of Black Hunters—illegal mercenaries employed by the Large Guilds.
The moment I realized they had Park Ji-hoon by the throat, my lips curved upward.
“Finish it?”
– Yeah.
“On whose terms?”
– …!
“You started this. I decide where it ends.”
Through the receiver, Park Ji-hoon’s breathing grew ragged.
– Damn. I knew you were an idiot, but you’re worse than I thought.
“The results will exceed expectations too. Look forward to it, you bastard.”
That was the moment.
Ding.
– 19th Floor.
The Elevator doors, sealed shut moments before, slid open with a mechanical chime.
High ceilings and sprawling corridors. Dozens of people moved between them.
Several pairs of eyes naturally turned toward me. Then their jaws went slack.
“T-Team Leader?”
“You there! Who exactly are you….”
Instead of answering, I hurled Team Leader 1 forward. A Hunter who’d been pointing at me crashed into the wall alongside him.
Simultaneously, an employee at the desk shrieked and slammed the emergency button.
Weeeeee!
“Emergency! Emergency!”
“Intruder! Team 1, arm yourselves!”
Through the piercing alarm, Park Ji-hoon’s final words burrowed into my ears.
– Yeah, try it. Go ahead.
Click, click. Click….
I shoved Team Leader 1’s phone into my inner pocket.
When my hand emerged again, it held not a phone but two short blades.
‘Try it, he says?’
That was my intention anyway.
“Who are you!”
“Drop your weapons! Now, unless you want to die!”
The Myeongdong Guild’s elite Hunters, armed with practiced speed, surrounded me in a semicircle.
Behind me, only the Elevator and one person frozen like a plaster statue, muttering to themselves.
“This is a dream. It has to be a dream.”
I glanced at the half-conscious man and spoke.
“What phone do you use?”
“Gasp!”
“A phone. A mobile phone.”
“Ah, yes. An Adultphone25.”
“Ah. The one that bit and spat out the apple.”
“Yes, yes. That’s correct.”
“Take it out and record a video.”
“Yes!”
The man who answered loudly reached for his phone but froze mid-motion.
“Y-yes? I’m sorry, but what did you just say…?”
“You said you use an Adultphone25. Since it has much better video quality than mine, I thought it would be better to use yours.”
“W-what are you talking about?”
“Everything.”
At that moment, Team Leader 1, who had been lying down, suddenly sprang to his feet and roared.
“What are you doing, you bastards! Take that bastard down right now!”
“Team Leader, isn’t that person Jin Tae-kyung the Hunter? What is this all of a sudden…?”
“I’ll take responsibility.”
In any Guild, Team 1 is the symbol and elite force of that Guild.
As for Team 1 of the Myeongdong Guild, which consistently ranks in the top 10 domestically, they are professionals among professionals—living combat machines in every sense.
“This is an order from above. Treat them not as people but as monsters and engage in combat.”
As the Team Leader’s decisive command fell, dozens of pairs of eyes grew cold and sharp.
Five tower shields positioned at the front struck the marble floor simultaneously with perfect precision.
Boom!
“Formation—!”
In the midst of peaceful everyday life.
A building in the city center transformed into a battlefield.
* * *
‘What am I looking at?’
Lee Min-soo, a C-rank Hunter belonging to the Security Team of the Myeongdong Guild, blinked his eyes.
The sight unfolding before him was that surreal.
Crash! Bang!
The tower shields, said to be as durable as armored vehicles, shattered, and the massive tanker flew backward as if struck by a giant’s hammer.
A gap barely wide enough for one person to squeeze through. In that brief moment of collapse, a pale silhouette pierced through.
And then…
Whoosh! Slash! Slash!
“Gahhh!”
“Ugh!”
With a flash of light, the shield wall crumbled.
The tankers fell forward ungracefully, their calf tendons cleanly severed.
‘How on earth…?’
A strike too fast to properly see.
With one blink, two people fell. With two blinks, three or four more collapsed.
With each step the young man in the gray hoodie took—Jin Tae-kyung—blood erupted and screams cascaded like a torrent.
“Stop, stop him!”
“Dealer!”
The front line where the tanks had been holding collapsed the moment combat began. Five blades swung with tremendous force toward Jin Tae-kyung as he advanced step by step.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, slash!
Both shoulders and chest. And both legs.
Three targeted the upper body, two the lower. An attack impossible to evade without retreating.
“Got him!”
The instant someone’s voice erupted with exultation, the short blade in Jin Tae-kyung’s hand became translucent like mist.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
All five blades that everyone had believed would connect shot upward into empty air.
Those gripping the sword hilts stared at Jin Tae-kyung with eyes wide in shock. Unable to withstand the repulsive force, their hands burst open, drenched in blood.
“What, what is this…?”
“This can’t be real!”
To their anguished cries, Jin Tae-kyung replied in a flat voice.
“It can.”
Slash!
A single horizontal line was drawn. An attack that couldn’t be dodged, couldn’t even be seen.
Right along that trajectory stood the five hunters who had just attempted their assault.
Spray of blood erupting from their chests!
Between the collapsing hunters, a flash of light pierced through.
Screech! Snap!
The arrowhead stopped near Jin Tae-kyung’s chest.
An arrow fired with precision by an A-rank hunter infused with mana.
But what stopped it was neither a shield coated with various magics nor a sharp weapon.
Crack.
Jin Tae-kyung snapped the arrow shaft with two fingers and flicked his hand.
The arrow, accompanied by a terrifying piercing force, crossed back the direction it came from, shattered three defensive spells, and embedded itself in its master’s both shoulders.
Thud, thud!
“Ugh!”
“Fire one more arrow and I’ll make your testicles odd-numbered.”
“…!”
“The rest of you—unless you want to become even-numbered down there, back off. Force control is annoying anyway.”
He held back his strength?
The Team 1 hunters felt as though possessed by ghosts. It was already unbelievable that he’d incapacitated over a dozen in the time it took to drink a glass of cold water, but to hear this was him holding back…
In that moment, the same thought surfaced in everyone’s mind.
‘What kind of monster is this?’
Who were they? The elite of the Myeongdong Guild and seasoned veteran hunters honed through countless battles. Some had served eight years, others over twenty.
They’d reached this position because they possessed exceptional skill compared to hunters of their rank, and their pride ran deep.
Until today, until this moment facing Jin Tae-kyung in this place.
“I’m being polite and using formal speech, so step aside, seniors. Honestly, I’d like to smash all your skulls in… but since there doesn’t seem to be a direct connection, I’ll leave it at this.”
Baggy sweatpants and a gray hoodie—dressed as casually as if he’d just stopped by a cafe near his home—yet no one ignored Jin Tae-kyung’s words.
He had already demonstrated his power, and it was seared into everyone’s minds.
“So, get out of the way.”
Even the veterans who had fought countless battles at Gates felt their breath stolen by the overwhelming pressure that suffocated the entire space.
It was a primal fear unlike anything they had ever felt from any monster.
‘A monster. That bastard is a real monster.’
Thud. Thud.
The monster approached them directly.
It was then that the Hunters unconsciously moved their feet to clear a path.
“Burning Hands!”
Whoosh!
A hand engulfed in flames descended upon Jin Tae-kyung with scorching heat.
It was a flame spell potent enough to melt even solid rock, but the massive hand formed of mana vanished without a trace the moment it collided with Jin Tae-kyung’s palm.
“Ma, magic?”
“It’s called Flame Divine Form. Not bad, right?”
Team Leader 1’s eyes widened at the sight of the palm wreathed in azure flames.
Jin Tae-kyung, observing him intently, licked his dry lips.
He looked like a beast that had just discovered prey it had forgotten about.
“Ah, regarding what I said earlier—you’re the exception.”
“Gasp.”
Whoosh!
Jin Tae-kyung’s form scattered like a phantom.
Yet Team Leader 1, who led the elite team of the Myeongdong Guild, was also a combat mage of exceptional skill. Even caught off guard, he reacted with sharp reflexes.
“Blink!”
A teleportation spell that allowed movement anywhere within 10 meters and line of sight.
‘If I unleash a barrage of attack spells from behind, no matter how skilled he is….’
The moment Team Leader 1 teleported behind Jin Tae-kyung, he was seized by a sensation as if the world had frozen.
Jin Tae-kyung’s clear, deep black eyes were right in front of his face.
Thud. A palm still radiating heat pressed down on his shoulder.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“…!”
“Rolling your eyes around like that.”
He had predicted the direction from the movement of his gaze?
No, that wasn’t all.
Team Leader 1’s body trembled as if struck by lightning.
‘His movement… is faster than my Blink spell.’
What kind of monster was this?
And what kind of monster had Park Ji-hoon and the Myeongdong Guild provoked?
With a trembling voice, he recited the final incantation he had prepared.
“P-Poison.”
Whoooosh.
A billowing cloud of emerald toxin erupted forth, enveloping Jin Tae-kyung’s face.
Yet as Team Leader 1 had sensed in his deepest instincts, the monster proved once again what it truly was.
“Ugh. Smells like flatulence.”
His handsome brow furrowed slightly.
That was the entirety of his response to the poison magic.
Having reached the pinnacle of cultivation and attained the realm of absolute immunity to all toxins, Jin Tae-kyung exhaled toward the frozen Team Leader 1.
“Whoosh.”
“Gasp.”
Team Leader 1’s complexion turned a sickly shade of blue as he inhaled the toxic mist.
His entire body stiffened from the paralytic poison, and Jin Tae-kyung seized the back of his neck, glancing around as he spoke.
“Park Ji-hoon. Where’s that bastard’s office?”
Whoosh!
Ten fingers pointed toward a single door.

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