Murim Login - Chapter 609

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Chapter 609
“Stand up straight. Hassan.”
「…?」
Muhammad Saladin At-Din, the leader of the Islamic Terrorist Organization, was momentarily taken aback.
Who in the world was Hassan, and whose voice was that echoing from his Bedroom where no one should have been?
Yet if he lost his composure over something this trivial, he would never have reached his current position.
Muhammad opened his mouth with composure.
「I’m sorry, but I’m not Hassan. It seems you’ve found the wrong person, whoever you are.」
“I don’t think so.”
Footsteps.
The uninvited guest who emerged from the darkness spoke flawless Arabic. Upon seeing the intruder’s face, Muhammad’s brow furrowed.
‘What is this strange fellow?’
Though his features were unrecognizable, the mask covering his face was extraordinarily peculiar.
It wasn’t a turban or cloth—it was made of thick, red yarn with holes cut out for the eyes and mouth.
Setting aside how bizarre it was to even call it a mask, he had never in his life seen anyone mad enough to wear such a thing in the scorching desert.
Muhammad asked with suspicion.
「Who are you?」
The intruder, apparently an Assassin, answered.
“I’m Mami….”
「Mami?」
“No, a filial piety hand.”
「…?」
Filial piety was filial piety, and a hand was a hand, but what in the world was a filial piety hand?
One thing was certain, however: this intruder had not come to practice filial devotion.
「Who sent you?」
“Allah.”
「Allah?」
“Yeah. That Allah you’ve been sucking up to all this time.”
Through the gaping holes, a slight curl of the intruder’s lips became visible.
“He wanted me to tell you this: he never asked you to do any of that, so stop twisting the scriptures to suit yourself.”
「You mad bastard.」
“Living and living, and now I’m hearing I’m mad from a terrorist leader. What a damn life.”
Muhammad pondered when to draw the Scimitar at his waist as he spoke with gravity.
「Fool. Do you really think you’ll walk away from this?」
“Yeah. I think I will.”
「You seem eager to die. If you surrender now….」
“Yeah. I think I heard that line just a moment ago, wait.”
The intruder rummaged through his pocket and suddenly hurled something from his sleeve.
Thud. Rolling….
Something round landed at Muhammad’s feet with a weighty sound.
Like a warrior of the desert, he possessed healthy, sun-bronzed skin and eyes frozen wide open in death. Not a single drop of blood stained his cleanly severed neck.
「K-Kasim?」
“Why are you so shocked? Do you know him?”
「…!」
Muhammad froze in cold dread.
Kasim was his most trusted bodyguard and assassin.
An S-rank Hunter unknown to the world—and among the assassination-class Awakened, the number of enemies who had fallen to Kasim’s hand was beyond counting.
‘He killed Kasim? And so swiftly, so silently that no one even noticed?’
Allah have mercy. This was real.
Terror seized Muhammad’s entire body, and his voice trembled.
「I-I’ll give you one last chance. If you withdraw now, I’ll forget today’s events and seek no retaliation.」
“N-No. You idiot. Why complicate things? Just kill and be done with it.”
「Then—then I’ll give you as much treasure as you want! Diamonds! What about diamonds!」
A desperate diamond gambit!
“Diamonds? The ones from the safe under the desk? Already took those. They were pretty.”
But nothing happened! Muhammad’s vision went dark!
「Guards! Guaaards! Omari! Sadat! Nasser! Where is everyone!」
As Muhammad, his composure shattered, screamed out, the masked figure echoed his call.
“Omari! Sadat! Nasser! We’re here!”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Whoosh! Guard necks—got ’em!”
How on earth were those things flying out from such narrow sleeves?
As Muhammad stared at the three severed necks dropping in succession, gripped by terror, it happened.
Creak.
The door, which had remained firmly shut despite the commotion inside the bedroom, swung wide open. Geo Han, wearing an identical mask, stepped inside and spoke.
「You still kept this terrorist bastard alive?」
When Muhammad saw the blood dripping thickly from Geo Han’s hands, he turned to stone. The masked figure raised his hand in acknowledgment.
“We still have work to do. But is the cleanup finished?”
「More or less. The other two are downstairs searching for things. Anyway, can’t we take off these damned masks? I’m suffocating here.」
“That’s not possible.”
「Damn it. Then at least let me smoke a cigar. My face is hidden by illusion magic anyway.」
“You might as well wear your ID around your neck. And if you had even a shred of sense, you wouldn’t overlook the illusion magic. With your massive build, smoking a cigar would be like advertising Chuck Haigl’s name.”
Muhammad’s eyes widened as he grasped one crucial fact.
「C-Chuck Haigl? You bastards! You came from the United States!」
“Shit. How did this guy figure that out? Chuck, there’s definitely a spy among the U.S. leadership.”
Startled, the masked figure watched as Chuck Haigl lit a cigar and muttered.
「…Crazy Korean.」
“No, Chuck. Are you insane? If you say Korean here, that bastard will understand.”
「I’m going to lose my mind. I’m going to lose my mind. I feel like I’m going to go get lunch…」
But the one who seemed on the verge of losing his mind wasn’t Chuck Haigl—it was Muhammad himself.
The name Chuck Haigl alone wasn’t enough—now he was being called a Korean?
In that moment, I couldn’t help but think of the name of the most famous Korean in the entire world right now.
「J-Jin Tae-kyung?」
“No, I’m a filial son.”
「D-don’t talk nonsense. Who do you think I am….」
Shwip, crackle!
The jewel-adorned turban was torn away, and even the few remaining strands of hair were sliced off as if they were evaporating.
Toward Muhammad, who had frozen in place and forgotten even how to breathe, the mysterious figure—no, Jin Tae-kyung—posed a question.
“I’ll ask again. Who am I?”
「A-a filial son.」
“But you just said Jin Tae-kyung.”
「A mistake. I must have been mistaken!」
“Really? Can you swear by God?”
「I swear by the great Allah and the Prophet Muhammad! You are a filial son!」
“Daring to lie while invoking God’s name. I am Jin Tae-kyung! You apostate bastard!”
「Kyaaaaaaah!」
Muhammad, seized by terror, let out a scream with all his might, but the sound never escaped the Bedroom and simply vanished.
The barrier of qi created by the profound martial power sealed off the space without the slightest gap.
「W-why! Why are you doing this to me!」
At Muhammad’s cry, now accompanied by tears, Chuck Haigl let out a soft chuckle.
「You shouldn’t ask us that. Ask the God you sold out so eagerly. You’ll be meeting him soon enough anyway.」
「…!」
「Ah. Of course, there’s something we need to do first.」
Chuck Haigl’s final remark didn’t reach Muhammad’s ears.
His mind was already overwhelmed by the meaning of the words he’d heard moments before.
‘Meet God? Die? Me?’
Death.
Any human thinks of that word, but not Muhammad—not really.
He had always been the one to deal death, never the one to receive it.
A thin, trembling voice escaped from between his quivering lips.
「It c-can’t be. It can’t be.」
Since boyhood, he had been part of an armed terrorist organization. Instead of a pen, he had wielded an assault rifle, and after his awakening, a blade.
And through successive victories, he had become the leader of the terrorist organization, kidnapping countless people, imprisoning them, and executing them brutally.
Muhammad—bearing the same name as the ancient prophet—had come to see himself as a new prophet and spiritual leader.
But. But why.
「I am one blessed by God’s protection. How could….」
“That’s simple enough.”
The corner of the mouth visible through the holes in the mask slowly fell.
With a voice that had grown cold and sharp, Jin Tae-kyung spoke.
“Because you’re a psychopath who’s sold God’s name and committed every kind of madness. That’s why you’re going to die.”
「…!」
“Attacking civilians, kidnapping and brainwashing children, strapping bombs to their bodies for suicide attacks… I could go on all day. There’s simply too much.”
Hack. Spit.
The phlegm that Chuck Haigl expelled stuck thickly to Muhammad’s face. His rough voice followed, boring into my ears.
「So here’s what I’m offering—one last chance. You’re a fucking terrorist bastard who deserves to suffer under Johnson for a whole week without complaint, but if you cooperate and follow orders, at least you’ll have something to say in front of God.」
「W-what do you mean?」
「Of course, I don’t mean we’ll let you live. But you could at least die with less pain.」
「W-what exactly do you want from me!」
「Orders.」
「What?」
「I know you command numerous branches under your authority. I also know about the other armed terrorist groups opposing you. The problem is… rooting them all out one by one would be endless. So here’s what you’re going to do—give your people orders.」
Whoooosh.
Chuck Haigl exhaled acrid cigar smoke and smirked.
「Launch a full-scale assault on your rival forces immediately. Until one of you becomes nothing but grains of sand in the desert, scattered to dust. Understood? You bastard.」
「…!」
Toward Muhammad, whose eyes were wide with shock, Jin Tae-kyung brought his hands together in a prayer-like gesture and added a single phrase.
“Now kill each other.”
Muhammad finally understood. He had no more choices left.
Behind the rejection of this final offer awaited only a painful and miserable death.
* * *
If I were a reasonably popular web novel author, I could have stretched this episode into at least five installments.
Power struggles between large and small armed terrorist groups, political scenes, and all sorts of other garnishes—I could have expanded it to ten installments easily.
But I wasn’t a web novel author, and I had numerous terrorist organizations and rebel forces to deal with immediately.
In short, I had to run around like crazy.
Boom!
Kaboom!
I’d intended to handle things quietly at first, but the area to cover was so vast and our numbers so few that eventually we started drawing attention.
And within the single word “enemy” were included gunfire, artillery barrages, and Awakeners who called themselves “God’s warriors.”
「Kill them!」
「They’re the ones who destroyed the Mujahideen!」
「Thirty million dollars immediately for anyone who captures or kills them!」
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dodging attacks raining down from all sides, I cried out in amazement.
“Wow, our bounty went up!”
“Stop talking and keep moving, sir!”
“It was ten million dollars just yesterday. No wonder Luffy turned to piracy!”
“Fucking! Shut up! Mother fucker!”
“Fifty million! Let’s go for fifty million! The Grand Line is within reach!”
Sometimes we fought fierce battles, sometimes we swept through terrorist organizations and rebel forces like silent night visitors.
And when we finally arrived at the Grand Line—no, the Desert—living treasure awaited us.
“Sunni faction leader. Omar Al-Hussein. Right?”
「It’s Sunni, not Sunni faction.」
“What are you saying, you bastard? You’re as annoying as a fortune teller’s maid.”
「You…!」
“Listen here. Spring fists taste best in spring.”
Crack!
We didn’t rest. We traversed dozens of regions daily, engaging in combat, capturing the leaders of terrorist organizations and rebel factions as prisoners, or controlling them through Magic Johnson’s custom brainwashing magic.
And thus… time flowed like a flash of light, and a week had passed.

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