I Became the Final B Chapter 6 : Chapter 6

Chapter 6. Noksan (2)

Noksan Junkyard.

On the outside, it was an ordinary business, but in reality, it was the headquarters of a gang.

On the surface, its business structure was used car sales, vehicle disposal, and vehicle maintenance.

But illegality was seeped into every joint of the business.

Selling stolen vehicles with fraudulent listings was the basics.

On top of that, forcibly selling junk cars at high prices or using violence on those who refused to buy was a common occurrence.

They also handled shady corpse disposal services.

If you put a corpse in the car compactor and pressed it down with a vehicle, voila, it disappeared cleanly.

Anyway, the ones I faced were those kinds of things.

The kind of things I wouldn't feel much guilt about beating up and zapping with electricity.

Sizzzle…

I revived the sharpness of my suppressed senses.

The unfolding net of my senses began to scrape up all the surrounding information.

I hadn't even used the [Detection] spell.

This sharp sense was a pure ability of this body itself.

I instantly grasped the enemy's combat strength.

'Thirty-two in number.'

There was no one among them from whom I could feel mana.

aning, there were no augnted humans or superhumans.

In other words, they were all ordinary people.

In that case, even if their number exceeded thirty, I could handle them sufficiently.

'Well, I had known that for a while already.'

All thirty-two of them were guys who appeared in the ga.

I rembered every single one of their combat styles and even their faces.

These guys were the first hurdle that showcased the hardcore gaplay of .

Each individual wasn't strong, but since thirty-two of them suddenly appeared as a mob, it was incredibly difficult from a gar's perspective.

But not now.

Because I had magic.

“Get him!”

As the leader of the gang shouted the order, the underlings began to rush forward.

The guys wielding baseball bats and sashimi knives all surrounded

and charged at once.

But I didn't make a single move.

To be precise, I was waiting.

Until they entered the perfect spot.

And now.

'Output amplified, range all-around.'

Activating [Discharge], its deploynt pattern altered.

Zap!

Black electric shock erupted in all directions, with

at the center.

There were no openings.

The Noksan gang mbers, who had intended to surround and crush

from all sides, found themselves being zapped instead.

Crackle!

“Keuk…!”

“Grrrgh…!”

“Kuhuk…!”

The ones who had been so full of vigor were now writhing and tumbling to the ground in an instant.

They weren't dead, but they were definitely neutralized.

With this, they were out of commission for today's battle.

I looked down at the fallen guys and thought.

'The output isn't as strong as I thought yet. Well, I can gradually increase that from now on.'

Anyway, with this, 15 were neutralized.

I turned my gaze to the remaining 17.

The leader looked at

and broke out in a cold sweat.

“…What the hell is that bastard? A superhuman? Or an augnted human?”

“I don't know, sir. But the mana detector was quiet when he passed by…”

“You son of a bitch, shoot! Just shoot him dead!!”

Click-clack!

The 17 of them simultaneously pulled out their guns and aid at .

This ti, too, I didn't move.

I didn't form hand seals, chant an incantation, or draw a magic circle with ink.

I simply overlapped images, extracted aning from them, and projected it onto the world.

'A stone wall, a net, a broken arrow.'

The overlapped images created a new aning, and the mana transmuted accordingly.

And thus, another spell was completed.

[Protection]

An invisible shield was erected in front of .

At the sa ti, the muzzles of their guns spewed fire.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!

Dozens of rounds in an instant.

But of those, 0 rounds reached .

All the bullets hit the shield and ricocheted off.

“……?”

“What the…?”

“Huh?”

They had fired dozens, hundreds of rounds.

But the target was standing there without a single scratch, a bizarre situation.

The Noksan gang couldn't figure out what had happened for a mont.

Because they couldn't even imagine that the bullets had ricocheted off an invisible shield.

In that mont of their confusion.

I took out the dagger I had picked up earlier.

But its appearance was slightly different from before.

A black electric current was wrapped around the blade.

It was a dagger I had forcibly charged with electric current using the [Charge] spell.

While they were frantically firing their guns, I had already cast the spell in advance.

And in the mont the gunfire briefly stopped.

I threw the dagger at them.

Thud!

The thrown knife inexplicably lodged itself in the ground.

The gang stared at the dagger stuck between them in disbelief.

But the very next mont.

Snap!

I snapped my fingers.

Simultaneously, the dagger resonated.

The incompletely charged current in the dagger erupted in all directions.

Crackle!

“Kuaargh!”

“Kuaaaargh…!”

“Gack…!”

The electric shock engulfed them.

Their bodies, which had neither a shield nor any insulation asures, were instantly consud by the electric shock.

They each twisted their limbs, paralyzed, and collapsed to the floor.

With this, all 32 were neutralized. Noksan Junkyard stage, cleared.

…It should have been.

But at that mont, the pungent sll of gas brushed past the tip of my nose.

'He's here.'

3 o'clock direction, hidden boss appears.

The being that had blocked the first-try clear of countless

newbies.

A gang mber with a flathrower stood there.

I turned my head to look at the mber aiming at .

“Die!”

The mber pulled the trigger, and the flathrower spewed fire.

FWOOSH!

Crimson flas rushed towards .

Honestly, from my perspective, it was an attack that made no sense.

'After seeing

block hundreds of bullets, the weapon you bring is a flathrower?'

I extended my palm toward the incoming flas.

And I activated a spell.

[Ignition]

Fwoosh!

Black flas erupted from my palm.

A clash of fire and fire.

FWOOSH!

My fire wasn't pushed back by the flathrower.

But it couldn't completely overwhelm it either.

A temporary stalemate.

Looking at the scale of the fire alone, my fire was clearly being pushed back.

Seeing this, the mber turned a valve to increase the flathrower's output even more.

He intended to push through and burn

to death.

Just when it looked to anyone that I was on the verge of defeat.

“Uh…?”

The mber was flustered.

Because the color of the flathrower's flas was gradually changing.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh?!”

My black fire began to stain the flathrower's red fire black.

Encroachnt.

The stronger fire devours the weaker fire.

The flathrower's fire was natural fire with not a single speck of mana mixed in.

On the other hand, my fire was constructed with mana, fire with my will projected onto it.

It was obvious which one was stronger.

FWOOSH!

The black light soon reached the nozzle of the flathrower.

The fire it was spewing was now effectively mine.

I seized control of the flathrower's fire with my mana and reversed its flow.

The reversed flas traveled back through the pipe and into the gas tank.

KABOOOOM!

The flathrower exploded.

Naturally, the mber who had it on his back was also caught in the explosion and sent flying.

His entire body was covered in black soot.

An utterly clean victory for .

But-

Fwoosh-

The fire didn't go out.

The fire, which had turned black, was still burning massively on my palm.

A sight like having a campfire lit on my bare palm.

Moreover, the color of the fla was black.

A surreal sight that was biologically and physically impossible.

With the fire resting on my hand, I slowly turned my head.

Where my gaze landed, a man was trembling with fear.

The man who had been knocked out by the electric shock along with his subordinates and had just barely woken up.

He was the leader of this Noksan, Ruger.

“Hic…!”

The mont Ruger felt my gaze, he froze on the spot.

He just trembled, unable to even think of picking up his gun.

I slowly approached him.

At the sa ti, I began to compress the fire burning on my hand into a small ball.

Compression.

The large burning fire soon shrank into a fireball about the size of a basketball.

Watching the fire contract and expand at will, Ruger realized his judgnt had been wrong.

Augnted human? Superhuman?

No, that guy wasn't sothing like that.

He was a much more mysterious, much more dangerous existence.

“…A mage.”

“Correct.”

The distance to Ruger was now only about 5 ters.

I muttered.

“Now that you know who I am, it's only right to finish this for sure.”

“N-no, no! Please, s-save…!”

I threw the fireball at Ruger.

BOOM!

An explosion.

The blast and shockwave left a deep crater in the ground.

But Ruger was not in that crater.

Because I had deliberately thrown the fireball to miss Ruger.

“Get up.”

“Yes!”

Ruger shot up from his spot.

His pants were soaked.

Judging by the fact that his crotch area was particularly wet, it was clear where the moisture had originated from.

Perhaps the human body instinctively knows that fire should be extinguished with water.

Such a nonsensical thought briefly crossed my mind.

Anyway, the reason I didn't burn Ruger to death was simple.

Because if I killed him, I wouldn't be able to get information about the escaped convicts.

My top priority right now was to catch the escaped convicts as quickly as possible and receive a pardon.

Everything else was a secondary issue.

So I had no intention of killing more than necessary.

I said.

“I'll ask again. There were guys who ca here in a vehicle with a World Federation mark, right?”

“Yes! They ca here just an hour ago!!”

“What did you do with that car?”

“We stripped it of its expensive parts and then imdiately crushed it.”

“How many people ca in that car?”

“There were twelve.”

“Twelve…”

So many ca to this tiny country.

Well, it was good for

if I could catch a lot here.

Anyway, with this, it was confird that 12 escaped convicts had co to Korea.

“Those twelve, what happened to them after that?”

“…They stole our motorcycles and scattered.”

Saying so, Ruger ground his teeth.

“Giving up one junk car for twelve motorcycles, those thieving bastards…”

“I don't think you're in a position to say that.”

“Ah! Yes! Of course! I will repent!!”

“But by the way, I didn't even do anything, and you guys shot at

with guns. Why did you quietly hand over your motorcycles to them?”

“Th-that's…”

“I won't hit you. Talk.”

“…Those guys were from Mugan. They're people that guys like us wouldn't even dare to ss with.”

“Aha.”

Mugan, the prison where only the world's worst and strongest criminals were incarcerated.

The criminals from that place were objects of fear even to other criminals.

…No, but I was the worst criminal even there, this bastard.

“Then why did you ss with ?”

“Yes?”

“You don't know who I am?”

“If you're covering your face like that, of course I don't know…?”

“Ah, right.”

Co to think of it, I had my coat collar up and buttoned to hide the tracking necklace.

Naturally, more than half of my face was covered.

Regardless of whether I was the Black God or not, it was normal for him not to recognize .

“…Well, if you don't know, that's fine.”

“Ah, yes.”

“So, is there any way to know where they went?”

“Yes, of course, I don't know. They just left without a word, so how could we……”

“You're lying.”

I brought my face right up to his.

Ruger was flustered and took a step back.

“L-lying?! Wh-what an absurd thing to say! How dare I…!”

“You might not know where they went, but you do know where the motorcycles they rode

went, don't you?”

Ruger's face turned white.

Proof that I had hit the mark.

I said.

“Did you think I wouldn't know?”

Crackle…!

Black electric shock began to rise from my fingertips.