The Civil Servant Who Concealed Their True Strength Turns Out to be a Master of Possession - Chapter 281

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A Civil Servant Who Hides His Strength Is Exceptionally Good at Possession – Episode 281
When the United Nations building was caught in a Dungeon Break and the Russian Ambassador Anton was swept into the Dungeon alongside it, he adapted to this cursed Dungeon’s operating principles remarkably quickly.
He was the president of a construction company.
With his natural eloquence, he rapidly recruited investors, and thanks to that, money flowed in just as quickly.
Though the company’s debts meant the actual amount reaching his hands wasn’t substantial, his ranking had still climbed to fifth place.
But if there was a problem—
‘This could continue indefinitely.’
Anton grasped the situation swiftly.
Though half the population had vanished, these insane monsters with their money-filled heads never regrew.
Word was spreading that construction sites were struggling to find workers.
Which meant—
‘The population will keep dropping by fifty percent like this.’
With merely fifth place ranking, safety would be difficult to maintain.
Moreover, if one ever reached first, second, or third place, the rich-get-richer dynamic in this world would only accelerate, and one misstep could plunge him into ruin.
Thus he concluded that throwing himself solely into construction was futile.
Construction took considerable time for buildings to rise, and it became increasingly disadvantageous as workers disappeared.
Ultimately, judging it more advantageous to multiply his current wealth through other means, what he found was O.G. Marlin’s office.
Through introductions from wealthy investors around him, he’d met a fund manager reputed to be competent—
“I never imagined Marlin was a Player.”
He was a Player.
Player 1
Moreover, a Player who’d earned an astronomical sum, ranking second.
“Ha ha, I remember you. Anton Sokorov.”
And….
A face familiar to Anton as well.
Seol Ok-gyun.
Within this Dungeon where everyone played the role of New York citizens, conversation was possible without any special translation.
“Yes. I’m relieved you remember. You orchestrated this Dungeon, didn’t you?”
Anton spoke while glaring at Seol Ok-gyun.
Anton knew that Seol Ok-gyun wanted to export special Magical Stones to the Kremlin.
He’d even helped him establish connections with defense contractors that were practically state-owned for that purpose.
Of course, he’d never seen his face directly before, but he’d watched his videos multiple times due to the international manhunt.
Videos of him gathering believers while claiming to perform miracles and such.
“I can’t just sit idle, can I? If special Magical Stones become an international problem for both you and me, we’ll be in trouble. But if special Magical Stones become weapons used in terrorism entirely, that’s different, isn’t it? That crosses the line completely. Every nation will scramble to purchase special Magical Stones, and then we’ll make our money. Anton.”
At Seol Ok-gyun’s brazen words, Anton’s brow furrowed.
“That doesn’t mean I ever intended to stake my life on that money! Whether a world war happens or not doesn’t matter! I’d just hide in a bunker then! But here… is different!”
Whether he realized he was casually discussing the lives of hundreds of millions of people.
Seol Ok-gyun let out a hollow laugh.
Watching Seol Ok-gyun like that, Anton’s eyes gleamed.
“Do you know a way out of here?”
“Of course. I just need to endure five times. Ah, now there are only 4 remaining.”
“4…?”
Anton’s eyes widened at those words.
So this insane death game had a limit on the number of rounds?
It was welcome news to hear.
So delighted was Anton that he failed to notice the gleam in Seol Ok-gyun’s eyes.
He also overlooked the possibility that his words might be a lie.
“However, Anton. As you know, the games will only grow more difficult from here on. So if I were you, I wouldn’t waste a single precious opportunity. You know it yourself. In this game, placing in the top three means you’ll pocket far more money.”
That was true.
Anton quickly grasped what Seol Ok-gyun was saying.
As the difficulty of future games increased, he needed to climb the ladder of tier advancement while things were still manageable.
But how…?
“I’ll help you.”
“…You?”
“Yes. I have insider knowledge of how these companies operate. After all, this investment firm is rather unique—I’m well-versed in Wall Street intelligence.”
So that’s why O.G. Marlin had achieved such extraordinary returns.
Anton let out a hollow laugh at Seol Ok-gyun’s words.
“Capitalism giving everyone equal opportunity? That’s a joke….”
“And socialism doesn’t give everyone equal opportunity either, does it? The world simply isn’t fair for anyone, Anton.”
“Then why would you help me?”
“Money, naturally. More money brings me even more money, and it will be the same once we escape this Dungeon. We’ll be making money with our weapons, after all.”
Anton’s pupils trembled at those words.
“Anton. If you survive here, the world outside will be completely different. The entire globe will be desperate to buy our rare Magical Stones from us.”
That was right. Those words rang true.
Hearing this, Anton immediately gave Seol Ok-gyun—Player 1—a portion of the money that had come in as building investment funds.
Player 1 was his business partner, after all.
Whether inside this Dungeon or outside it.
And his conviction never wavered.
Just before the very next turn began, Seol Ok-gyun handed him a substantial sum of money.
“Didn’t I tell you? We are ‘friends.'”
“‘Friends’….”
He immediately climbed to rank 3 in that turn.
Player 1 was in 2nd place, and the rank 1 position was still held by…
Player 5: 1,700,000
A player holding 1.7 million coins.
“How on earth is that person multiplying their money?”
“I don’t know. What I do know is that I’ll soon catch up to Player 5.”
Seol Ok-gyun’s eyes gleamed with determination.
He had only just accumulated 400,000 coins.
But there was a reason he was certain he could overtake this opponent’s earnings, which were more than four times his own.
He had recently received investment proposals for substantial sums of money.
It wasn’t just from one person—multiple upper-class figures had pooled their funds together to invest, making the total amount astronomical.
Once he accepted it, first place would become Seol Ok-gyun’s.
And now that Anton had also climbed to third place, he would invest double that amount into himself.
Seol Ok-gyun had never intended to help Anton in the first place.
Friends?
What use did such a thing have in this world?
He understood it well.
This world was far too ruthless—those who weren’t protagonists were merely disposable tools to be used and discarded.
No one cared about the sorrow and anguish of these extras.
Therefore, what he desired was singular.
To possess genuine presence and survive in this world.
And to make this world acknowledge him.
For that purpose, Anton was nothing more than a puppet he could easily manipulate.
The same applied to everyone else.
Of course, originally Seol Ok-gyun had planned to drag out this fraud a bit longer—
‘Player 5 is performing better than expected.’
So he should have secured first place from the very first turn.
When that failed, the widening gap made his heart grow impatient.
“Then I’ll be second place now!”
Watching Anton grin widely, Seol Ok-gyun let out a soft laugh.
“Of course. Naturally.”
But it took only ten days for that friend to betray Anton.
Just before the next turn arrived, Seol Ok-gyun didn’t pay Anton the money he was owed.
In fact, he didn’t pay the other investors either, nor the rest of them.
The massive sum flowed entirely to Seol Ok-gyun.
5 million coins.
He stood at rank one.
And Anton’s death became certain.
Seol Ok-gyun watched Anton’s head fly off right before his eyes.
“Anton… my goodness, why did such a thing happen to you? Perhaps you simply lacked faith. To see me as nothing more than a mere merchant, Anton… I was trying to bring a new dawn to this world.”
Someone burst into the first floor of Seol Ok-gyun’s Office as he gazed upon Anton’s cleanly vanished remains.
They were the bereaved families of countless investors who had been defrauded by him.
Regardless, Seol Ok-gyun descended via the Emergency Stairwell.
With 5 million coins, no one could catch up to him anyway.
Not Player 5, and certainly not anyone else in this world.
His money would continue to generate 1,000% returns.
That’s what Seol Ok-gyun believed.
The next day.
Even when Seol Ok-gyun’s fraud was plastered across the Times Square billboard in massive letters.
Countless lives were lost to O.G. Marlin’s fraud!
Where did the missing people go?
Perhaps you are missing your chance at salvation!
And a blonde actress who practices Eastern martial arts gathered countless people on Broadway, displaying communion with serpents—
“Do you see? I am the chosen one! Do you believe me!”
Even as he began his role as Gyoju.
He did not know.
That the actress would ultimately enthrall those people—
“To receive salvation, you must not cling to money. All the missing people were those without wealth. To reach heaven, you must abandon money…! You cannot reach heaven while clinging to money! We will forever remain slaves to money!”
He had no idea she would destroy the capitalist system itself.

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