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Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Mr. Kim (2)

“482, 182……”

Tap, tap.

General Kim Younghyeom, who was tapping the keypad, suddenly stopped.

Then he turned around and shouted.

“What, what was next? 3 what?”

At that moment, CEO Kim Taejoon, who was watching the television on the other side, stretched out his arms and expressed the numbers.

“Three-two-six-five-zero-eight!”

It was a completion signal he had learned during his youth as an 81mm mortar soldier.

Despite the considerable time that had passed, he thought he wouldn’t remember, but it was such an intuitive movement that he could somewhat reproduce it.

3265, 08.

These numbers were coordinates relayed by Jeong Yeongwoo on television for the second shelling.

And judging by Yeongwoo’s gaze now, the target this time was…

“General, this time it’s falling onto the airship that Kim Jong-un is aboard.”

“Mm… Is that true?”

General Kim Younghyeom, a colonel in the army.

Former director of the Army Headquarters Policy Office.

He belonged to the hardline faction to the extent that he openly stated in a national defense speech, ‘If North Korea fires one missile, we should fire two.’

But now he had actually come to the point of firing missiles…

No, firing laser cannons at Kim Jong-un.

However.

“Three-two-six… Five, zero… Eight.”

The only flaw in his role as a warrior against the North was that he tapped the keypad slowly like an eagle.

The reason the first shelling was delayed by two beats was also because of this.

Of course, in return.

“Coordinates input complete. Fire!”

His demeanor did not allow imitations.

Perhaps it was because he had fallen for Jeong Yeongwoo’s trick that he was now trapped here wearing white pajamas instead of a military uniform, where he could have a showdown with Kim Jong-un.

But now that the brat had actually kept his promise, there was no more complaint.

-Weeiiiiing.

Eventually, the laser cannon with the input coordinates tilted its long barrel about 3 degrees to the right.

And then.

Kugugugugugu…!

It gathered enough energy to shake the entire room of the returnee.

Pfuwaaaaaaaaaack!

It fired high-concentration energy into the empty space.

And at this moment, General Kim Younghyeom…

Tap!

He was making a dignified salute toward the end of the barrel.

He was sending his regards to those who were directly fighting Kim Jong-un, including Yeongwoo.

Then, Kim Taejoon, who was watching the television intently, reported the situation urgently with a desperate voice.

“It’s falling now!”

At this, not only General Kim Younghyeom but also Yeongtae, who was accumulating energy by stepping on the “pedal” on the other side, rushed to the television.

The reason these three couldn’t input the coordinates while watching the television simultaneously was purely due to the physical distance problem.

In order to operate the television constantly, it had to be connected to the generator installed automatically in the middle of the returnee’s room, which inevitably created a distance from the laser cannon’s coordinate input device.

Perhaps this was why there was a separate large television on the menu board.

Moreover, the laser cannon was structured to rotate the pedal connected to the energy charging module to prepare for the next shot.

So Yeongtae, the youngest, operated the pedal, and General Kim, in the position of commander, took charge of inputting the coordinates.

“Wow.”

“Oh, it’s coming…!”

Gradually, the battlefield on the television turned white, and the laser beam covering the furnace was visible.

“Whoa… Isn’t the firepower too strong? If it’s that powerful, wouldn’t even Yeongwoo be overwhelmed?”

Since the laser cannon was not fully assembled yet and some modules were missing, it seemed that one of them was an output control module.

Although there was an output control lever on the input side, it didn’t actually work even though all the power was in.

“Is that brat gonna die just because he’s hit by a laser? It’ll be fine.”

General Kim, who didn’t know how powerful a weapon he was firing, said so.

Then finally.

Swooosh!

As the laser bombardment that covered the screen in white ended, the situation at the entrance to Cheongdam Park began to reveal.

Swoooosh…

Due to the high-energy, the entire park area was now reduced to ashes, with not a single blade of grass left.

And the problem furnace that Yeongwoo and his friends had targeted was no longer floating in the air.

Instead.

“Ah.”

“Huh?”

“…What’s that?”

Even on the low-resolution black-and-white screen, a huge presence sitting on the ground with a relaxed pose seemed concerning.

“That’s Kim Jong-un’s main body. No wonder he didn’t die even after taking that hit.”

General Kim Younghyeom pointed at Kim Jong-un on the television with his finger.

Then, CEO Kim Taejoon, who had been staring at the screen, furrowed his brow and examined Kim Jong-un’s head more closely.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“General, take a closer look. Doesn’t this face look familiar to you?”

“What…?”

General Kim Younghyeom finally realized that Kim Jong-un had three heads.

He looked at the left head pointed out by Taejoon and his mouth fell open.

“Kim Jong-il…!”

Though his eyes were closed as if he were sleeping, he was certain.

That was Kim Jong-il’s face.

Then, Yeongtae tilted his head and flicked the right head with his finger.

“And who’s this?”

Kim Jong-il, and Kim Jong-un.

But on the right side, there was another head asleep.

Of course, Younghyeom and Taejoon instantly recognized whose face it was.

“Kim Il-sung… That’s Kim Il-sung.”

“…Could it really be Kim Il-sung?”

“The first of the North. It seems the three of them were dragged out of hell together.”

General Kim Younghyeom said this with gritted teeth.

But at the same time, his face was filled with undeniable delight.

“How many rounds of ammunition are left?”

“We’ve used them all. We need to step on the pedal again to recharge the energy.”

As Yeongtae said this, General Kim Younghyeom suddenly rushed towards the pedal without hesitation.

“General?”

“What are you doing? Quickly, turn the pedal! Yeongwoo will call us soon! Hurry!”

* * *

Geumgang Yaksha.

One of the five great kings of Buddhism, a guardian deity of the North with three faces, six arms, and weapons.

Of course, it was ironic that this being, said to exterminate demons, was given to Kim Jong-un’s mutant body, which could be considered a demon itself…

‘Having three heads does seem fitting in a way.’

Standing tall with both feet planted firmly, Yeongwoo looked at the Geumgang Yaksha sitting far away.

[Dictator – Kim Jong-un]

As expected, Kim Jong-un, transformed into Geumgang Yaksha, appeared within the shattered furnace due to the laser bombardment.

He had the three heads and six arms as widely known, each arm holding the weapons unique to Geumgang Yaksha.

The thunderbolt-wielding god, Vajra.

The dharma staff producing the sound of a bell, Ghanta.

The wheel of dharma symbolizing Buddhist teachings, Dharma Wheel.

And the other three hands held a bow and arrow and a sword to vanquish demons.

Even the weapons of the materialized Geumgang Yaksha were “original.”

‘Then each one probably has different functions. It won’t be an easy opponent, considering the combat power of the two Geumgang Yakshas he brought with him.’

Especially since he brought his father and grandfather.

Wouldn’t that make him three times as powerful as usual?

Yeongwoo alternated his gaze between the remaining two heads that Kim Jong-un was wearing, unable to believe even after seeing them directly.

Although the skin was close to blue and elongated incisors were visible, the shape of the face was clearly that of North Korea’s former dictators, Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il.

For some reason, all three generations of the Kim family were embodied in one body.

‘Why is that? Is it related to Karma?’

Everything that happened in this universe was recorded in detail as “ledger,” and based on this, the cosmic value and status of all beings were determined.

So it was inevitable that the appearance of the three dictators in this place was somehow related to the records engraved in the ledger.

Swish.

As Yeongwoo checked the coordinates to request the third bombardment, Kim Jong-un, who had been closing his eyes, lifted his eyelids.

「You…!」

Although he had been pretending to be calm, he was also afraid of the laser beam.

Mocking his opponent openly, Yeongwoo shouted the coordinates.

“Earth! 482! 182! 3264! 11!”

Then, Kim Jong-un, much to Yeongwoo’s surprise, looked up at the sky in panic.

His legs, which had been crossed to turn the body, were already touching the ground as he was about to run away.

「Eeek..!」

Contrary to Yeongwoo’s expectations, Kim Jong-un leaves looking very cowardly.

“….?”

Yeongwoo realized after staring at him blankly for a moment that despite the time that had passed, the laser cannon had not fired.

‘Oh, could it be that the number of bombardments is predetermined?’

Thud, thud, thud!

Meanwhile, Kim Jong-un, towering at 7 meters tall, had already fled far away, slicing through the airspace of Gangnam-gu.

‘That bastard?’

Yeongwoo immediately saw through the fact that he was intentionally running towards the city center to avoid the laser bombardment.

Knowing well that he wouldn’t be subjected to the absurd bombardment he saw earlier if he caught residents.

But.

Thunk, thunk, thud!

Just when it seemed like Kim Jong-un was escaping successfully, he suddenly stumbled and fell forward before completely leaving the park premises.

“Whoa, what’s wrong with that idiot?”

With Bastard drawn, Yeongwoo quickly ran towards him.

At this moment, it seemed like he could grab his chin even without a bombardment.

Tap, tap!

Yeongwoo quickly closed the distance between him and Kim Jong-un to within 10 meters, allowing him to notice that the front face of the fallen Geumgang Yaksha was someone other than Kim Jong-un.

That person was none other than…

「Is that… Jong-un?」

Finally, the awakened former dictator, Kim Jong-il, appeared.

With consciousness returning to his head, control over the body was taken away from his son.

Of course, there seemed to be no intention at the moment.

Because…

Swoosh.

In an instant, Kim Jong-il’s head turned back to the left, reclaiming the front, instead of Kim Jong-un.

「Yes, Father. I’m back!」

And with that, the figure lying on the ground started fleeing again.

Thunk, thunk!

「What’s going on now? Jong-un, where are we?」

This time, Kim Jong-il’s voice came from the side without taking over the front, observing the situation while watching what his son was doing.

「Here, in South Korea.」

「What… South Korea?」

Only then did Kim Jong-il open his eyes wide and look around.

And then he saw the Joseon’s Strongest Sword, who was chasing them from behind.

The golden glint in his eyes, the sharp sword already drawn from its sheath.

Even Kim Jong-il, who was still unfamiliar with this world, could see that he was an enemy.

「Why… why are you running away? Fight! The enemy is right in front of you…!」

As Kim Jong-il, watching Yeongwoo from the side, felt something, his lips trembled.

And then…

Crack!

The Geumgang Yaksha, which was desperately fleeing, convulsed once again.

「Gah…!」

This time, both Dictators groaned, and Yeongwoo looked closely.

‘No way.’

Both Kim Jong-un and Kim Jong-il, their heads were pushed to the side.

And that meant…

「Oh…」

It meant that the third head, Kim Il-sung, had awakened.

Crash!

As soon as Kim Il-sung gained control of the body, he stopped the body that was about to crash into the ground, just like earlier.

And then…

Thud, thud, thud.

Raising the majestic figure upright, he adjusted the weapons held in his six hands one by one.

Then, the two Dictators, who had not dared to return from the side to the front, cautiously opened their mouths.

「…Father! This… foolish son is finally paying his respects…」

「Ha… grandfather?」