You Have Been Invited to the Auction House of the Gods - Chapter 91

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91

 

 

 

– Former Hunter Association President Kang Mu-heon passes away at age 105.

– The ‘First Hunter’ who stopped the early Break… State funeral being planned.

– Association President Han Ki-cheol stays at the funeral hall until the end.

– Photo taken with S-rank Hunter Han Sang-in. The two had maintained a long relationship…

 

Breaking news about Kang Mu-heon was pouring out.

 

We decided to leave him as a hero.

 

It was a decision that came after considerable deliberation.

It was also for the sake of public sentiment.

 

The reason was that fully exposing the evil deeds of someone recorded in textbooks as a national hero would cause too great a ripple effect.

 

However, this didn’t mean we wouldn’t hold Kang Mu-heon accountable for his crimes.

Death hadn’t forgiven the sins he had committed.

 

His heroic death was one means to move to the next stage.

 

First, it was to divert attention from the inspection and arrest of cult figures in political and business circles.

 

The political and business circles were turned upside down, but only a few articles came out.

Every time those articles appeared, they were covered up by news of Kang Mu-heon’s death, so it was somewhat successful.

 

Next was for the absorption of cult forces.

 

For naturally absorbing those forces, Kang Mu-heon needed to remain a hero.

 

There was no better foundation than the Korean cult forces that had lost their leader with Kang Mu-heon’s death.

 

Naturally, the Association President and Kim Jin-woo handled the detailed matters.

 

The Association President from a public perspective, Kim Jin-woo from a businessman’s standpoint.

If the two of them worked well together, things would be handled smoothly.

 

Of course, given how deeply their scale and influence had penetrated Korean society, stabilization would take time.

 

But once that time passed, Asin would solidify its influence in Korea very firmly.

To the point where no one could carelessly touch it.

 

Moreover, the good news for my customers was that we now had Asin’s own independent factory system to develop and produce new products.

 

It just so happened that the corporations affiliated with the cult had food production lines, so we simply took them over.

 

Now I would receive far fewer demanding messages.

 

Though I had personal desires, absorption was better for the nation than eradication.

 

The business owners were cult members, but the workers employed there were ordinary citizens of South Korea.

 

However, there was also a problem that arose from leaving it only to those two.

 

The next generation hero who appeared after Kang Mu-heon’s death.

 

I was designated for that burdensome position of glory.

 

I was already placed on the stage that the two had meticulously set up.

 

Given the timing, the Association President argued that the emergence of a next-generation hero was necessary, and Kim Jin-woo’s logic that this would be natural for receiving the Hero Hall, so I couldn’t think of a valid reason to object.

 

No, honestly, I don’t need something like the Hero Hall!

 

As soon as those words came out, it was Sister An Hyeon-su who shot up from the table.

 

I couldn’t ignore her piercing blue eyes as she glared, asking if I meant that one of her masterpieces wasn’t satisfactory.

 

Though I had destroyed two-thirds of that masterpiece…

Since she said she’d renovate it to match the new hero, I had no choice but to entrust it to her.

 

In the end, I had no choice but to partially agree on the condition that Jin-woo would handle all the troublesome matters.

 

No, from the moment the article about former Association President Kang Mu-heon’s will had already been published, there was nothing I could do.

 

Along with the image of me rushing to the fallen Kang Mu-heon with a potion,

the dialogue that came out as his weary face was shown in close-up.

 

– When the water rushes in, you must know how to go with the flow. I’ve been in this position for too long.

 

I don’t know when they recorded that voice, but since his actual voice from when he was alive was broadcast as is, the reaction was bound to be explosive.

 

It must be the work of the Four Devas.

No, it’s definitely the work of the Four Devas.

 

In that urgent situation where chain explosions were occurring and the estate was being half-destroyed, the only organization with the audacity to record politically usable audio without even the owner—me—knowing was those goblins.

 

‘Somehow it seems like the Four Devas’ activities have become more active since Yamyeong left…’

 

Anyway, my Namuwiki page was being updated in real time.

 

S-rank Hunter, Asin power broker, Dokdo hero… and so on.

New names similar in number to my already numerous nicknames were being added below them.

 

Things like new wave, rising tide, and such.

 

Jin-woo didn’t miss that either and quickly snatched it up.

Jinwoo quickly snatched it up without missing the opportunity again.

 

‘The Inherited Hero’—

I was busy branding this new image I didn’t even know about.

 

Just how much more famous was I trying to become?

 

Anyway, with the incident over, I left the always-busy Kim Jin-woo behind and threw myself onto the office sofa.

 

As always, I was the one with free time.

 

The Association President, having experienced the quality of the Cult’s spies, was establishing even firmer roots,

and with Kim Jin-woo at the forefront, Ashin was expanding its branches even further.

 

Since the major Cult forces had already been eliminated, given time, the Cult would never be able to establish roots in Korea again.

 

That fact was certainly clear.

 

But an inexplicable uneasiness kept circling in my head.

 

Everything was definitely proceeding smoothly.

No, maybe it was because things were progressing too smoothly, without any obstacles?

 

In the end, Kang Mu-heon’s final words that I couldn’t hear completely stuck in my mind like a thorn.

 

His words that he wasn’t the end.

 

Clearly that ending definitely meant there were forces remaining in Korea…

But since he couldn’t finish speaking within the time given to him, I couldn’t properly hear their identity.

 

‘Tsk, if it was such important information, he should have finished it properly before leaving.’

 

Rather, even if he was going to die anyway, how nice would it have been if he had drunk the potion I gave him, then spilled detailed information about the remaining bastards’ identity, forces, location, names, and then croaked.

 

This isn’t some novel, why leave such uneasiness behind?

 

Based on current standards, there were two candidates that came to mind.

 

Noh Hyun-seong.

 

South Korea’s first S-rank Hunter who re-awakened through Gungnir given by the Cult Leader.

 

Even Kang Mu-heon couldn’t grasp the Cult Leader’s true intentions,

and he also belonged to the group of moronic S-rank Hunters who awakened through luck alone, as mentioned during battle.

 

Just in case, I had Sadangpae investigate his life history, but there was nothing unusual.

 

He was a C-rank Hunter who survived after experiencing an accident in a dungeon.

Afterward, he showed signs of re-awakening and rose to become an S-rank Hunter.

 

Presumably, he obtained Gungnir during that accident.

 

‘No matter how I think about it, it’s not this guy.’

 

I don’t know what the Cult Leader was thinking, but Noh Hyun-seong is ruled out for now.

 

He’s a Cult scheme hidden in Korea?

This is as absurd as saying you can become a Hunter without awakening.

Complete nonsense.

 

Then ultimately, the arrow points to the one person with the highest possibility.

 

Korean Branch Manager Liu Chen.

 

He was like an aide who worked under Kang Mu-heon,

and was the only person who escaped from Korea.

He was also the person Yamyeong was pursuing alone.

 

As the person in charge of weapons and techniques utilizing Ghost Stones, considering the incidents he caused in Korea, he was the most likely candidate.

 

But even here, things could only proceed once Yamyeong’s report arrived.

 

“Tsk…”

 

I clicked my tongue and got up from the sofa.

 

Then I sat cross-legged on the carpet.

 

When my head was complicated but there was nothing to do, nothing was better than training.

 

I erased the distracting thoughts filling my head and closed my eyes.

 

It was training to draw the circuits I had used in battle against Kang Mu-heon.

 

Referring to Lee Seo’s advice, I created a brush in my visualization.

 

A Korean-style brush suitable for the properties of Ghostly Energy.

 

I dipped the brush tip in ink-like Ghostly Energy and began drawing circuits.

 

“…”

 

And seeing the result, I almost fell into a mental demon.

 

A crooked magic circuit with ink smeared everywhere, barely recognizable.

 

Only then could I realize.

 

‘For a visualization, it’s unnecessarily realistic.’

 

Where did the imagination that could do anything in dreams go?

 

Shouldn’t there be some degree of correction in the world of visualization?

 

As if throwing such expectations to the ground, the brush in my visualization was overwhelmingly realistic.

 

For me, who had never done calligraphy except during elementary school art class, drawing circuits more precise than semiconductors with a brush was in the realm of impossibility.

 

But even so, I could only think of a brush as the best way to express ghostly energy.

 

I temporarily erased the brush and pondered new alternatives, then came up with a compromise.

 

A brush pen.

 

And that idea was quite successful.

 

Circuits drawn with a brush pen while filling ghostly energy like ink.

 

Though still a bit crooked, once I adapted, it could contain ghostly energy well while maintaining sufficient practicality.

 

While continuing practice for quite some time, something was detected by my ki sense.

 

‘A letter?’

 

When I opened my eyes, what lay before me was stationery that might be sold in an art supply box.

 

The moment I opened the letter, the corners of my mouth slowly rose.

 

– Liu Chen discovered.

 

It seemed I could erase this unpleasant feeling sooner than expected.

 

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