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Ubermensch – Chapter 132

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Chapter 132

The enemy they decided to hunt. The Black Tortoise was a raid boss that Mason remembered as the Chilling Turtle.

‘We haven’t even practiced working together, will the five of us be able to catch it?’

Mason pondered for a moment, but soon made up his mind.

‘If we really can’t work together, I’ll just catch it by myself.’

The President said to the people.

“Well then, let’s go.”

Venerable Taoist, along with the others, lightly soared into the sky.

“…”

However, Mason just blinked his eyes blankly.

“By any chance, Lightness Skill…”

“…I can’t use it.”

“…”

The people descended to the ground.

“Let’s walk.”

“Yes.”

The Black Tortoise was located about two hours away from them.

“Have you ever caught a monster?”

“Yes.”

“Why haven’t you learned Lightness Skill?”

“I couldn’t learn it.”

The people tried to talk to Mason, but he cut the conversation short with curt replies.

Erica and Suzuki, whom he met for the first time, were relatively easy to deal with, but facing the President and Venerable Taoist was difficult.

Memories of people with the same faces as them.

And the memories of losing them came flooding back.

“…”

Eventually, they arrived at the Black Tortoise’s location without any conversation.

The Seoul that Mason remembered and the current Forbidden Zone were very different.

The biggest difference was, of course, the absence of buildings and subways. It must be due to the difference in construction technology.

The tallest structure was a crumbling wall.

And thanks to that… monsters and martial artists had no choice but to face each other as they approached.

The Black Tortoise was focusing most on Mason.

Just as martial artists could sense each other’s energy, monsters could also sense Mason’s power.

Mason asked, still looking ahead.

“What’s the plan?”

“Do as you please. We’ll adapt to you.”

“Good.”

Squeeze.

Mason gripped the Lion’s Great Hammer.

With a crackling sound, the repulsion field activated.

“Uwaaaaaaaagh!”

A destructive charge. All that kinetic energy was concentrated on a single point. Right on the hammerhead of the Lion’s Great Hammer!

Thud!

The Black Tortoise’s head slammed into the ground.

And the next moment, Mason once again raised his hammer and struck the side of the Black Tortoise’s head.

Crash!

The Black Tortoise’s body staggered. If it weren’t for its uniquely flexible and thick neck, the blow would have broken its neck instantly.

The martial artists were astonished.

Just one swing of an ordinary hammer possessed a power more ferocious than any ultimate technique they knew.

However, they were seasoned masters. Aside from their awe at Mason’s prowess, they flawlessly coordinated their attacks.

As Erica gathered her energy, a fragrance, or rather, an energy fragrance (氣香) emanated, bewildering the Black Tortoise. It wasn’t just a simple stimulation of the nostrils; it was an intense assault where fine particles permeated the brain through the nostrils, directly affecting it.

And filling the gaps in Mason’s destructive onslaught was Suzuki’s nimble kicking techniques.

“Chaat! Tahap!”

Whenever Mason delivered a heavy blow, he followed behind like a shadow, striking the Black Tortoise’s head once more. The Black Tortoise had to endure a series of heavy and light blows without a moment to recover.

Venerable Taoist was in charge of the Black Tortoise’s tail. Its whip-like agile tail even had a snake’s head attached. However, Venerable Taoist ignored the whip-like part of the tail and only intercepted the snake’s head.

The snake’s head was becoming a b*oody mess.

While the Black Tortoise was being pushed back helplessly, the President calmly gathered his energy in a fist-fighting stance.

Kwaaang!

Simultaneously with Mason’s hammer lifting the Black Tortoise’s body, the President charged forward using Lightness Skill.

“Direct Bombardment (直射爆擊)!”

The martial art of the Capital Defense Command. Bombardment Fist. Its first and ultimate technique, Direct Bombardment, was a destructive fist technique that could rival the Beggars’ Sect’s Descending Dragon Eighteen Palms.

Especially…

Thwack!

Especially since its destructive power targeted the inside, not the outside!

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaagh!”

Multiple explosions occurred inside the Black Tortoise’s thick shell. Blood spurted out from its seven orifices like a fountain.

At that moment, Mason clearly saw it. The strength draining from the Black Tortoise’s neck.

“Huuuh…”

He raised his hammer high.

“Kyaat!”

And struck down like lightning.

Crack!

The Black Tortoise had nothing. No more barrier to protect it, no strong neck muscles to deflect Mason’s blows.

Thus, all the impact force crashed into the Black Tortoise’s skull…

Crack!

Unable to withstand the force, the Black Tortoise’s head was crushed, spilling its brain out.

“…Hmph.”

Mason withdrew his hammer.

Despite being martial arts masters, or rather, because they were martial arts masters, the people seemed impressed by Mason’s strength.

“Truly monstrous strikes.”

Venerable Taoist, with Ronan’s face, wore an expression of admiration.

Mason silently nodded and said.

“Is it done now?”

“Of course.”

As the President nodded, Venerable Taoist ripped the Black Tortoise’s hide and flesh with his Dragon Bone Greatsword. A moment later, he found the Black Tortoise’s core and handed it to the President.

The President then sat cross-legged, holding the Black Tortoise’s core in his hand.

‘What’s he doing?’

Unlike Mason, the other three stood by the President’s side, alertly guarding their surroundings in a familiar posture.

When Mason made a puzzled expression, Venerable Taoist said.

“We’re acting as protectors. While the President absorbs the monster’s internal elixir.”

Mason roughly nodded and observed the scene.

The internal elixir in the President’s hand began to shrink little by little with each breath he took.

‘So this is how they directly absorb cores.’

Unlike leveling up, which indirectly absorbed core particles, this was a very efficient method.

They might have lagged behind the 21st century in scientific power, but they were superior to any other dimension in terms of core handling technology.

“Hooo…”

When the President exhaled a long breath and stood up, his eyes shone brightly unlike before. It was evident at a glance that he had gained incomparable strength compared to just a moment ago.

Venerable Taoist clasped his fists.

“Congratulations on your achievement.”

“Thank you.”

The President nodded with a smile.

“If you’re done with the Black Tortoise’s internal elixir.”

Mason said in a low voice.

“You should have something to give me now, right?”

A moment of tension passed between the two. The President stared at Mason like a snake measuring the size of its prey.

But that sinister gaze was brief.

He put on a gentle smile.

“Of course. It’s inside Gyeongbokgung Palace. Let’s go get it together.”

It seemed he had sensed that he couldn’t fight or win against Mason.

Mason slung his hammer over his shoulder and stood up.

The President picked up the Black Tortoise’s shattered head and turned around.

“Let’s go.”

When they returned to Gyeongbokgung Palace, a different atmosphere hung in the air compared to before. More precisely, it was because of the Black Tortoise’s head the President was carrying.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and whispered, and the President ignored their gazes and headed towards Gyujanggak.

When he arrived at Gyujanggak, Ma Useok stood in front of it with a tense expression.

“President.”

“Is the Queen Mother of the West inside?”

“Don’t do this.”

The President smiled wryly.

“Is there a reason why I shouldn’t?”

“Now is not the time for the two of you to fight. The Queen Mother of the West’s grand plan is about to be completed.”

“Then I have all the more reason to do this.”

The President casually tossed the shattered head of the Black Tortoise.

“Queen Mother of the West. Come out. I don’t want to destroy Gyujanggak.”

Step. Step. Step. Step…

The Queen Mother of the West walked out, as always, with queenly dignity and grace.

And the President looked at her.

The Queen Mother of the West calmly said.

“Three days. My grand plan will be completed in three days. The plan to attack Seo Yeonhee. Can’t we postpone this duel until after that?”

“I want to fight in my own way, which is why I’m having this duel with the Queen Mother of the West.”

“But…”

“No further discussion!”

The President assumed a firm and straightforward stance.

It was a clear fighting posture.

“If the Korean Labor Unions will not join under the Provisional Government, then I will simply replace the head of the Korean Labor Unions! Isn’t that what ‘respect for the strong’ means?”

The Queen Mother of the West looked at Mason, the Black Tortoise’s head, and the President in turn.

“I… I was looking too far ahead. I neglected what was right under my feet…”

Contrary to the President, the Queen Mother of the West assumed a natural posture, releasing all tension from her body.

The President, with his strong fist-fighting style befitting a former soldier, and the Queen Mother of the West, who never lost her gentleness and composure.

Their postures and auras were in stark contrast.

‘Softness overcomes hardness (柔能制剛).’

Ma Useok recalled the principle of martial arts in his mind.

‘Softness can skillfully control hardness.’

‘Hardness breaks the flow (剛能斷流).’

Venerable Taoist also recalled the principle of martial arts in his mind.

‘Hardness can skillfully sever softness.’

Absolutes never existed, and the same applied to the principles of martial arts (武理).

Just as hardness alone wasn’t strength, softness alone wasn’t strength either. Victory or defeat wasn’t about the path taken, but about who reached a higher level through their chosen path.

The Queen Mother of the West calmly said.

“I’ll concede three moves to the challenger.”

“If you concede three moves to me, you’ll die within those three moves, Queen Mother of the West. I don’t want to hear that I won because you conceded, so I’ll decline your offer.”

Their gazes met for a moment.

And then, they slowly began to approach each other.

The President’s firm fist and the Queen Mother of the West’s gentle palm.

The moment their hands met.

Thwack!

They exchanged blows with lightning speed.

The President withstood the Queen Mother of the West’s attack, and the Queen Mother of the West deflected the President’s attack.

Simultaneously, a fierce exchange of blows began between them.

Tens, hundreds of moves were exchanged within minutes.

And the one who was pushed back… was the Queen Mother of the West.

Before she could fully dissipate the destructive power of the President’s attacks, the damage from the next attack began to pile up layer upon layer. The damage exceeding her processing capacity began to accumulate.

Eventually, the Queen Mother of the West’s hands and feet became unsteady, and she took a step back.

At the same time, she changed her tactics.

Swish!

A swift and sharp palm strike!

It was an attempt to find an opening through speed, rather than relying on the defensive nature of softness.

And that was a mistake.

“Foolish!”

Thud!

The President’s ultimate technique, Direct Bombardment, flowed through the Queen Mother of the West’s arm and struck her chest.

A counter. More precisely, a cross counter.

The problem was that the Queen Mother of the West’s attack was a light, first move, while… the President’s attack was an ultimate technique.

Thump!

The Queen Mother of the West’s knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor.

“Keuh…”

Trickle…

Bombardment Fist caused a chain of explosions inside the body.

Blood spewing from her seven orifices indicated a severe internal injury.

The President smiled savagely.

“The martial world… respects strength. You should have focused on increasing your power instead of planning.”

The President was about to raise his foot and crush the Queen Mother of the West’s head.

Thud!

Until someone’s foot pushed his foot away, leaving a deep footprint next to the Queen Mother of the West’s head.

“What is the meaning of this?”

The President narrowed his eyes.

“Oztalon?”

Mason said in a cold voice.

“The match is over. There’s no need to kill her.”

He couldn’t bear to watch it. Someone with Yekaterina’s face dying right before his eyes.

He knew. That she wasn’t Yekaterina. That he shouldn’t interfere. And above all… that this wouldn’t benefit him in any way.

“I thought we were on the same side…”

“Guess I was mistaken.”

The President looked at Mason and the Queen Mother of the West in turn.

He could kill her if he wanted to. But…

“If I let her live, will you back down?”

There was no guarantee that Mason wouldn’t attack him after killing the Queen Mother of the West.

The martial world respects strength!

He had seized power using that phrase, but he didn’t want to be stripped of his power for the same reason.

“I’ll back down.”

“Good.”

The President took three steps back.

He looked at Mason and said.

“But if you side with the Queen Mother of the West, Oztalon, I can’t give you our sect’s secret technique. I can’t give my enemy the key to defeating me, can I?”

Instead of answering, Mason lifted the Queen Mother of the West into his arms.

He started walking.

“The 12 Korean Labor Unions greet their new General Chairman!”

He walked alone, going against the flow of people bowing to the President. Not towards Gyeongbokgung Palace, but deeper into the Forbidden Zone…

“…Hmph.”

The past was pushing Mason forward.

The past that no one but him remembered.


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(🇰🇷)Ubermensch

🇰🇷)Ubermensch

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Status: Ongoing Released: 2023 Native Language: Korean
Mason Park, a "Barbarian" bioengineered for space exploration, is sent back in time from a decimated 28th century to find hope for humanity. He lands in a war-torn Seoul where monsters roam freely and the remnants of society cling to survival through the Player System, a program that empowers soldiers with monster cores. Gifted with extraordinary strength, regenerative abilities, and the advanced technology of his time, Mason becomes a beacon of hope against the monstrous threats. He joins the Holy Knights, a band of players dedicated to selfless service, and quickly rises to prominence. However, Mason's idealism clashes with the reality of human conflict as he gets caught in the struggle between the benevolent but struggling Holy Knights and the ambitious, power-hungry Heavenly King Yekaterina who controls the Player System. Torn between the conflicting ideologies, Mason forms his own raid team, the Revengers, determined to carve his own path. He faces increasingly powerful monsters, including the Lich and the Ghost Dragon, battling not only for humanity's survival but also for his own sanity as he grapples with the darkness within him. His past trauma and his monstrous strength threaten to consume him, but he finds solace and support in the Healer Eun Yuri and the enigmatic Seo Yeonhee, both women drawn to his unique power and burdened by their own past. As Mason's fame grows and the world's eyes turn to him, he faces a choice: to be a tool of power used by others, or to be a symbol of hope that transcends human limitations and unites humanity against a common enemy. His journey is one of self-discovery, where he confronts the complexities of human nature and the meaning of true heroism in a world teetering on the edge of oblivion.

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