Chapter 62

I Am Not a Reincarnator Chapter 62

Heavy Rain (4)

"Damn rain!"

With a rough curse,

the owl wielding the chain scythe swung its arm.

The chain scythe, like a living snake, sliced through the air.

"Crush it with power!!"

The one with the sword shouted.

The pure power gap that inevitably exists between a 4-star and a 6-star.

Attacks aimed at him poured towards Oh Jin.

"Die, you little bastard!!"

Swish!!

The chain scythe was wrapped in black feathers.

In an instant, the scythe grew to five meters in size.

The giant scythe, enveloped in black magic, struck down like a guillotine.

-Clang! Clang! Clang!

Oh Jin extended his right arm towards the scythe.

Three wires wrapped around the scythe.

"Hmm."

He took a light breath and

smashed the staff roughly on the ground.

His body shot up into the air as if he were pole vaulting.

"Huh, huh?"

Oh Jin, who had risen 20 meters in the air, poured strong magic into the wire shooter.

Sssss!!

With a loud noise, the wire was tautly pulled.

Gripping the silver spear,

he fell.

"Rat bastard! Since you can't match me in strength, you're dodging!"

At that moment,

the owl with the sword flew up.

Behind his back, a pair of wings made of black feathers flapped viciously.

He lunged at Oh Jin, who was falling, as if to shoot him down.

-Twist.

As if he had anticipated it,

Oh Jin suddenly twisted his body.

He spread his palm and concentrated magic.

"Since you can't match me in strength—"

Dozens, hundreds of feathers made of blue lightning swirled in his palm.

'Explosive Thunder.'

The lightning feathers, swept up by the explosion in his palm, shot out like bullets.

"Experience it firsthand."

Boom, boom, boom!!

Hundreds of feathers, like a grenade explosion, covered the owl.

"Ah!"

The owl, in a panic, swung his sword desperately.

The black feathers coalesced along the sword path, blocking the lightning feathers.

Or so he thought.

"What kind of power is this…!"

His mouth gaped open at the destructive force.

The lightning feathers tore through the black feathers and poured down.

He raised his sword in a hurry, but

it was already too late to block.

-Crackle!!

"Aaaaaah!!!"

A terrifying scream burst out.

Even as his body was charred black, the owl's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Unbelievable."

His voice was filled with despair.

He hadn't been complacent, nor had he held back his full power.

He had used all his strength to block the lightning feathers.

'Is this… the power of a 4-star?'

He could understand being outmatched in skill.

He could accept being outmatched in technique.

But why,

why was he being so overwhelmingly outmatched in a pure clash of power?

'What the hell is this kid?'

As his consciousness flickered black with unanswered questions,

"Huff."

Oh Jin exhaled a slightly rough breath.

Perhaps because he had poured a lot of magic at once, his entire magic circuit was hot.

'But it's much sturdier than before.'

After using Exceed,

the circuit through which magic flowed felt quite tough, like a muscle that had been torn and then hardened.

[You have acquired the skill 'Lightning Shot Lv1'.]

[Your 'Lightning Lv6' affects the proficiency of 'Lightning Shot Lv1'.]

['Lightning Shot Lv1' has increased to 'Lightning Shot Lv3'!]

While he was briefly lost in thought, a blue message box appeared before his eyes.

It was an interesting content, but

'Later.'

There was still one owl left.

"Hic, hic!"

The owl, who had been swinging the chain scythe wildly, hiccuped as he looked at the charred corpse of the owl he had killed with one strike.

"You, you cheater bastard!!!"

"Huh?"

What's with this kid.

How did he know I was a cheater?

"You're not a 4-star!!"

He shouted with a completely deceived expression.

"…What are you talking about?"

A hollow laugh escaped Oh Jin's lips.

With a relaxed expression, he nodded.

"Did you just figure that out?"

"Y-You're right!"

The owl took a step back, his face pale with fear.

This kid's reaction is really amusing.

'Well, it's a lie, but.'

As is known to the world,

he was still only a 4-star.

"Then, let's finish this."

Oh Jin twisted his lips and approached the last owl.

"D-Damn it!"

The owl turned to run away in a hurry,

"Auntie~ Did you forget this?"

He lifted the wire shooter, which was firmly connected to the owl's chain scythe.

The taut wire tightly bound the fleeing owl.

"Grr!"

He tried to drop the chain scythe in a hurry,

-Crackle!!

"Aaaaaah!!"

But a blue lightning current struck the owl faster.

With a terrible scream, the owl fell.

-Thud.

After stabbing the spear to ensure the finish,

he turned to Jang Seok-ho, who was staring at him with his mouth wide open.

"So, what are you…."

He tapped Jang Seok-ho's shoulder and pointed to the warehouse with his chin.

"Aren't you going to save your son?"

"…Ah!"

Jang Seok-ho let out a short exclamation and started running towards the warehouse in a hurry.

"Let's see."

Before chasing after him, there was something he needed to do.

Oh Jin approached the bodies of the three owls.

'Even though I've already absorbed the star marks.'

Still, shouldn't he suck out all the magic contained in the star marks?

'Black Heaven.'

Rumble, rumble.

The black cloud that extended from his fingertips slowly crept along the ground and covered the star marks on the owls' left chests.

-Ding!

[Your proficiency with this star mark is high.]

[Additional magic from the star mark is being absorbed.]

Perhaps because he had acquired a new skill using the lightning feather,

he could feel the thick magic from the owl's star mark flowing into his body.

"Haa."

The thrilling sensation of magic filling his body.

A warm shiver, like soaking in a hot bath, awakened each cell.

'Seven stars are seven stars, even if it's just a fraction.'

The amount of magic flowing in was considerable.

"Good."

With a satisfied smile, he followed Jang Seok-ho, who had already entered the warehouse.

-Creak.

Despite the relatively intact exterior,

the inside of the warehouse was so rusted that it was clear it had been abandoned.

"Hyun-woo!! Hyun-woo!!!"

Jang Seok-ho was seen running around the warehouse, shouting his son's name.

There was no response.

"He must be in the basement."

From the photos sent by Jang Seok-ho, the child was being held captive in the basement.

"Got it!"

Jang Seok-ho nodded and looked for the entrance to the basement.

Finding the entrance to the basement was not difficult due to the desolate state of the factory.

"Hmm."

As they entered the basement, a complex network of corridors and cramped rooms became visible.

Looking at the map attached to the wall next to the stairs, it seemed they would need quite some time to search, as the basement had three floors.

"We should split up and search."

"Got it! I'll start from the third floor and work my way up!"

Perhaps thinking it was more likely that the child was hidden on the lowest floor,

Jang Seok-ho shouted that he would start from the bottom and ran down the stairs.

'Then I'll start from the first floor.'

Creak.

He opened the doors one by one.

Most of the rooms were empty or contained scattered tools and miscellaneous items.

'Where did they hide him?'

Even with the Hunter Constellation activated,

there was no human scent other than Jang Seok-ho.

Perhaps the captives were hidden somewhere else.

It was a plausible guess, given that Jang Seok-ho had been 'deliberately' released.

'Still, I should search thoroughly.'

One by one, calmly,

he opened the doors.

"Hmm?"

While searching for Jang Seok-ho's son,

he found a room with a rusted box in the corner.

The box was about three meters in size.

"……"

For some reason,

he felt a crawling, unpleasant sensation on his skin.

Thud, thud.

He walked towards the rusted box.

-Crunch!

After forcefully tearing off the lock,

he slowly opened the box.

Inside the box was

"…Ah."

—white bone powder.

"……"

He closed his eyes tightly.

In fact,

he had a hunch from the moment he received the photos of Jang Seok-ho's son.

-Why were they photos?

A phone call with his son would have been a more effective way to pressure him.

Even a video would have been more effective.

Why did they use blurry, poorly taken photos as bait?

"…Damn."

Yes.

He had known from the beginning.

He pretended not to know.

He hoped it wasn't true.

He wanted to believe it wasn't true.

But in the end, the sticky, ominous feeling that had been running down his back took the form of the white bone powder in the rusted box.

'Why… did they kill him?'

Keeping him alive would have been more efficient.

It would have been more effective in making him follow the Black Star Society.

Why? Why? Why?

The questions piled up.

There were too many possible answers, making it hard to choose.

Perhaps they were negligent, or the captives attempted suicide.

'Or if not that,'

they were 'destroyed' to the point of being unable to survive.

"……"

Suddenly, the face of the orphanage director came to mind.

The man who mercilessly swung his fists at a child.

There were many reasons for the violence,

but the emotion behind it was always the same.

Pleasure.

A pure and clear lump of emotion felt from crushing the weak.

-Creak.

He closed the lid of the rusted box.

He stood up and walked out.

"Haa, haa!"

Jang Seok-ho, breathing heavily, was seen climbing the stairs.

"I've searched the bottom floor, but he's not there!"

Of course, he couldn't be.

"Looks like he's hidden on the first floor!"

No.

"Phew… I thought this floor had more rooms. He's here."

No.

"Hyun-woo!! Hyun-woo!! Answer me! Hyun-woo!!"

That's not it.

Your son is already

"I've searched this floor."

"R-Really? Then Hyun-woo—"

"He's not here."

The sharp thorns

pricked his tongue, causing pain.

"There's no one on this floor."

He clenched his fists so hard that the tendons stood out, squeezing out the words.

"Ah…"

Jang Seok-ho's face was filled with deep disappointment.

"Looks like the bastards took Hyun-woo somewhere else."

"That's a strong possibility."

"Haa. Now what…."

As Jang Seok-ho dropped his shoulders and let out a deep sigh,

-Thud.

A low sound of footsteps echoed in his ears.

"……!"

Oh Jin grabbed Jang Seok-ho and rushed into a random room.

"What's going on…?"

He covered Jang Seok-ho's mouth.

He raised his finger to his lips.

In the silence where even his breath sounded like thunder,

he spoke in a low voice.

"…Someone's entered the factory."

The sticky, ominous feeling

spread down his spine again.