The Regressed SSS-Rank Supporter Who Turned Dark - Chapter 62

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#Episode 62
The call lasted nearly five minutes.
While speaking with Mother, Sang-eung was remarkably gentle, courteous, and considerate—the very picture of a dutiful son.
Drip, drip.
Fresh blood still warm dripped from the blade saturated with gore.
“Yes. I’ll send you a message when I head back later. And since I might be late, please don’t worry too much, and get some rest tonight. Yes, yes. I love you, Mom.”
After ending the call, Sang-eung pocketed his phone and turned to face Choi Yu-ra.
“Lower it.”
“What, what?”
“The lantern. Lower it.”
“Oh.”
Choi Yu-ra, flustered, hastily lowered the lantern.
“Don’t shine it in someone’s face. It’s blinding.”
…
“Military-grade equipment puts out serious luminosity. It damages your eyesight.”
Chok.
Choi Yu-ra let out a scoff of disbelief.
It was true that military lanterns produced intense brightness, and shining them in someone’s eyes could indeed harm vision.
But a Hunter would never suffer vision damage from mere glare like this.
“You, though.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re a psychopath.”
“What are you talking about?”
Sang-eung’s brow furrowed.
“How can you talk to your parents like this? Here? In this state?”
“Why wouldn’t I be able to?”
…?
“I have to do what needs doing. Being a Hunter is already unfilial—if I don’t even answer their calls, how much more would they worry?”
“What a dutiful son you are.”
Choi Yu-ra’s tone dripped with sarcasm.
It wasn’t merely the slaughter itself.
To commit such carnage, then calmly speak with his parents without a tremor in his voice—it was unnerving.
Whether his emotional control was simply exceptional, or whether he was fundamentally numb to it all.
Either way, one truth remained unchanged: it was deeply unsettling.
“But wait—is this really okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“They’re all dead. Shouldn’t you have kept at least one alive to extract information?”
“Ah.”
A flicker of realization crossed Sang-eung’s expression before vanishing.
“Doesn’t matter. The Nine-Tail Crew office isn’t limited to just this location anyway.”
As Eun-sung said, the Nine-Tail Crew Office near Bucheon Station wasn’t the only one in the area.
The Nine-Tail Crew’s structure was fundamentally different from typical clans.
Most clans operated as a unified body centered around a single clan master.
But the Nine-Tail Crew was a confederation of small organizations—ranging from three or four members to around ten—banded together.
As a result, their respective offices were scattered throughout the neighborhood.
“So you know where the other offices are?”
“Only this one.”
“Are you serious?”
“We’ll find out starting now.”
Eun-sung retrieved a tablet from his plate carrier and began scanning the dead men’s phones one by one.
“You’re not actually hacking their phones, are you?”
“As you can see.”
“Where on earth did you get such equipment?”
It was easier said than done—hacking a phone was far from simple.
No matter how advanced the technology, hacking a phone with just a small tablet shouldn’t be possible.
If it were, that meant the device couldn’t be obtained through civilian channels.
For a hunter to possess equipment used only by government agencies like the Defense Strategy Department, which wielded extralegal authority and resources, was extraordinary.
Eun-sung didn’t answer.
He simply picked up the dead Nine-Tail Crew members’ phones and repeated the scanning process with his tablet.
“There are quite a few offices nearby.”
After completing the scan, Eun-sung smiled as he examined the tablet.
“Let’s go then.”
“Wait.”
As Choi Yu-ra moved to leave the office, Eun-sung raised his hand to stop her.
“You can’t go out looking like that.”
“Oh.”
Choi Yu-ra understood what Eun-sung meant and nodded.
He was completely drenched in blood—there was no way he could walk around outside in such a state.
When you engaged in close-quarters combat wielding a machete, such consequences were inevitable.
“Wash up, change clothes and gear, then we’ll head out.”
“Make it quick.”
Choi Yu-ra leaned against the doorframe as she spoke.
* * *
Fortunately, the office had shower facilities inside.
From the layout, it appeared to have once operated as a gym, yet now it served as a criminal organization’s office.
Eun-sung didn’t shower immediately.
Whoosh!
Ferrets burst forth from the [Loot] card, retrieving items and spirit blades from the dead Nine-Tail Crew hunters.
[You have obtained a Spirit Blade.]
[You have obtained a Spirit Blade.]
[You have acquired Etherium.]
…
[You have acquired an item.]
“What are you doing?”
“Can’t you see? I’m looting.”
…
Choi Yu-ra furrowed her brow in exasperation.
Runes and items were one thing, but she was certain that Eun-seong was the only hunter in existence who would loot spirit swords as well.
“Hmm.”
After finishing the looting, my gaze swept across the machete in my hand.
‘It really does look ominous.’
Slaughter’s Reverie.
A five-star spirit sword I had created using the [Alchemy] card.
Since it was combined with Kim Sang-eung’s instructor’s [Blood Slayer] among the composite spirit swords, the blade shimmered as though blood itself flowed within it.
‘Hmm.’
I tried to gauge how much blood Slaughter’s Reverie had consumed.
‘About one-fifth, perhaps.’
I couldn’t determine the exact figure, but that was my sense of it.
‘How many people would need to die with each awakening….’
I furrowed my brow and turned back to Choi Yu-ra.
“I’ll shower and come back out. Call me if anything urgent comes up.”
“Why, are you planning to come running out naked?”
“If necessary.”
I answered curtly and headed toward the shower.
“You’re truly insane.”
Choi Yu-ra shook her head in resignation.
In her eyes, I was an extraordinarily dangerous person.
Even Choi Yu-ra, consumed by her thirst for vengeance, knew to hold back against me.
What was truly terrifying was that I was ruthless without emotion.
I was never reckless.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
I was cold-blooded, meticulous, and rational.
A man capable of doing anything—employing any means or method—to achieve his objectives, frighteningly intelligent and merciless.
That was Choi Yu-ra’s assessment of me.
* * *
At the same moment.
“Bucheon?”
Minister An furrowed his brow.
“Yes, Minister.”
Lim Captain showed Minister An the data he had received from the telecommunications company.
“I confirmed that Eun-sung spoke with his mother a while ago. It appears he’s using the number written there, and the cell tower was near Bucheon Station.”
“Why on earth would he go to such a rough neighborhood?”
“We’re still investigating.”
“He certainly knows how to cause trouble.”
Minister An covered his face with his hands.
Deep irritation and extreme exhaustion seeped from his furrowed expression.
It had been days since the Jebu Island incident, and now Bucheon Station? Seriously?
The Bucheon Station area was a lawless zone that even the Defense Strategy Department had abandoned.
Because of the Nine-Tail Crew and the Incheon Alliance backing them, not just Bucheon Station but the entire Bucheon area had descended into a slum over a decade ago.
“And he just waltzes into that hellhole….”
A groan escaped Minister An’s lips as he muttered to himself.
Overwhelmed by sudden stress, Minister An reflexively brought a cigarette to his lips.
“Get the QRF standing by for deployment, and dispatch agents to the area. Track that number and keep me updated on his location in real-time.”
“Yes, Minister.”
“You’re going personally.”
“Yes…?”
“If that reckless fool ends up dead in Bucheon, it’ll be a problem. Take some hunters with you and bring him back.”
“….”
Lim Captain’s expression darkened rapidly.
“What, you don’t want to?”
“No, sir, that’s not it.”
Lim Captain hastily shook his head.
“I’ll depart immediately.”
“Don’t forget to report in periodically.”
“Yes, Minister. At your service.”
Lim Captain saluted Minister An and hurried away.
His shoulders sagged as he left, making him look like livestock being dragged to the slaughterhouse.
“He’s the spitting image of his father.”
Minister An recalled when Cha Geun-woo was serving in the Navy Special Forces.
He was a capable special operations officer and an excellent field operative, but he occasionally pulled reckless stunts that left his superiors bewildered.
They’d infiltrate him into North Korean waters for reconnaissance, and he’d unexpectedly bring back a North Korean naval officer.
While apprehending an industrial spy engaged in human trafficking, he’d gunned down agents from China’s Ministry of State Security and dumped their bodies in the sea with their lungs punctured.
Recalling how the military, the National Intelligence Service, and even the Presidential Office had been in an uproar at the time….
“Ugh.”
Minister An shuddered at the thought, even now.
“Blood truly doesn’t lie, I suppose. Sigh.”
Recalling that Eun-sung’s grandfather, not just his father, was a legend in the Navy intelligence unit, Minister An shook his head as if to say that family legacy was inescapable.
* * *
After showering, Eun-sung changed into clean clothes and equipment from his inventory.
Given the nature of dungeon work, hunters typically carried spare clothes and gear in their inventories since rough rolling around was part of the daily routine.
“I’m all cleaned up, so let’s go—” I stopped short.
I stepped out of the shower and froze at the sight before me.
The office was already in such a deplorable state that nothing could surprise me anymore.
But what made me pause was that Choi Yu-ra had wrapped a chain around the neck of some tattooed thug.
Drip, drip…
Blood streamed down the tattooed thug’s neck, courtesy of the blade attached to the chain.
“Who’s this guy?”
I asked, toweling my wet hair dry.
“No idea.”
Choi Yu-ra shrugged as if to say why I was asking her.
“He just walked into the office, so I grabbed him.”
“Then we should ask him.”
I drew the [Chain Severance] card from my deck.
It was the very guillotine I’d used when we conquered the Cursed Fortress before.
“P-please spare me! I’ve done wrong!”
“What?”
“That is…”
“Spread your fingers.”
“Ugh!”
“Relax. You’re only making it harder on yourself.”
Crack!
“Ahhhhh!”
A pig-like shriek erupted from the tattooed thug’s throat.
I forced the tattooed thug’s twisted fingers into the guillotine’s slot.
“From now on, every time you don’t answer my questions or give me an answer I don’t like, I’ll cut off one finger. Understand?”
“Gaaahhh!”
“Do you understand or not?”
“Y-yes… I understand. Ugh!”
“Your name.”
“Y-Yeom Taek-su, sir.”
“Yeom Taek-su…?”
“Yes. If you don’t believe me, my driver’s license is in my wallet…”
I didn’t let the tattooed thug—no, Yeom Taek-su—finish.
“Ah, so you’re the one.”
“Y-yes…?”
“Yeom Taek-su, the one running Golden Sun, right?”
“How did you…?”
Yeom Taek-su’s face drained of all color.

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