In an instant, the Cheon siblings’ eyes went wide. Their gazes were filled with shock.
Of course, for entirely different reasons.
“Our house? This is your first time here, Uncle.”
“You stayed there, Uncle?”
Igeon answered their separate questions.
“Yeah. That was the first place I stayed after leaving the Tower.”
Cheon Yuha’s eyes widened at the same time, and she shot a sidelong glance at her younger brother.
As if asking why he hadn’t told her.
And her gaze, practically radiating magical energy, now held a strange fury(?), making Cheon Seongjae protest his innocence.
“Because I didn’t know it was you then, Uncle!”
Especially since Uncle went around popping the heads off of his own figures!
“Well, I didn’t stay long. Probably slept there for about a day.”
Not to mention it was an overnight stay...!!
Cheon Yuha looked at her brother with fury.
In the end, Cheon Yuha bubbled her drink through the straw as if deeply regretful.
But that wasn’t the important thing right now.
“But why there?”
“I think that crazy one is at your house.”
“!”
Both of them flinched in alarm.
Cheon Seongjae especially. His sister had a dorm room at the Holy Order and used the house mostly as a fandom workshop, but for Cheon Seongjae it was different.
It was the place where he ate, slept, and went to school every day.
And now the Ssang-a Seat Saint was there?
“That’s impossible. Why at my house...!”
“We’ll have to ask the person responsible for that question.”
“The person responsible?”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Igeon pulled a pendant from his chest.
Cheon Seongjae was startled.
“Ah! That thing!”
Wasn’t that the auction item Igeon had won after smacking the back of Order Leader Choi’s head(?) at the auction house?
But Cheon Seongjae clearly remembered.
‘It was something all the Order Leaders had scoffed at.’
Its appraisal grade had been D-rank. That was why even the Order Leader-level figures had been indifferent compared to the bone.
“Everyone definitely asked why you’d bid on something like that...”
At that, Igeon snorted.
“Anyway, there aren’t any decent ones around.”
Saying so, he opened his box of items brought from the Blue House.
“So that’s why they just left this S-rank item rotting in a government warehouse.”
“What? S-rank? What in the world...”
But the Cheon siblings were shocked by what Igeon took out.
“That comic book is S-rank?”
“What do you mean...?”
At the same time, Igeon smiled and placed the pendant on the comic book.
Then something astonishing happened.
Flash!
The old comic book transformed into a different book.
[Book That Holds Anything] S-rank
- Looks like a cookbook, but it’s a small bag.
- On pages where items are stored, the components of the items appear as text.
- Consists of a total of 100 pages.
The moment Cheon Seongjae saw the book, he screamed.
“Ah! I know this! It was in Uncle’s photo from the textbook! People were making a fuss about him reading a weird cookbook!”
Seeing that legendary item in real life, he looked at his uncle.
“The pendant is a camouflage artifact. This book is like an inventory. You can store an item on each page. Well, I used it for storing materials and weapons.”
“?!”
Then the text I thought were ingredients and recipes were actually the information of the stored items?
‘And inventory or bag-type items are extremely rare. Even the Order Leaders are desperate to get one.’
But right now, that wasn’t the important thing.
“You clearly said you’d ask the person responsible... ”
What did that have to do with this inventory?
Then Igeon smiled and took out a glass case the size of a ring box from his chest.
[Sturdy Display Case of the Baekyang Seat]
- Can contain anything precious. The item inside cannot easily escape.
And they were shocked to see its contents. Especially Cheon Seongjae, who nearly fainted.
It was only natural.
[The spirit is shrieking]
[The Fairy King begs for mercy]
[The Fairy King emanates intense power]
“Uncle, this...!”
Indeed.
Inside was none other than the spirit of the Ssang-a Seat Saint’s spirit, captured at the Blue House.
The moment the fairy met Igeon’s eyes, it screamed and wailed, and tried to flee like mad.
That made Cheon Seongjae even more astonished.
‘That Lord-rank spirit...!’
Indeed.
Fairy King Reriquin.
This was the renowned spirit under the Ssang-a Seat Saint.
Divided into Slave, Normal, Knight, High, and Lord ranks, it was Lord-rank, the highest tier.
The Fairy King’s destructive power was enough to blow away several nations in an instant.
That’s why she was commonly called the Queen of Destruction.
But.
‘That Fairy King...!’
Is freaking out and wailing the moment she sees Uncle?
But regardless, Igeon grinned.
“The Fairy King’s magic is really useful. With this, I can even take on saints with other special abilities.”
The ones tricky to handle with just fists, that is.
Of course, this Fairy King wasn’t in a complete state.
[Fairy King Reriquin] Soul 70%
(Splitting via the Geohae Seat’s Rental Skill)
‘The remaining 30% is probably with the Ssang-a Seat Saint.’
Well, it seems they left 70% behind to station the Fairy King as a proxy, but that likely backfired on them.
‘Well, I’ll have to find the remaining 30% and make use of it too.’
Grinning like that, Igeon opened a page of the book. Then something amazing happened.
[Store the Fairy King on page 15]
[The magic of the demon (librarian) species contained in the book unfolds]
[Converted the Fairy King and the display case into book type and stored them]
Flash!
The Fairy King shrieked as it was trapped in the book.
The Baekyang Seat artifact it had been confined in was on the verge of shattering from the Fairy King’s magical power, but the book didn’t budge an inch.
The siblings were utterly astonished.
Even if it was in a split state, it was still the Fairy King.
“Incredible. Who made this for you?”
“Ah, sis, who else? It’s obviously the Craftsmanship God Seat! Something on this level must have been painstakingly crafted by the God-Seat of Craftsmanship!”
At that, Igeon gave a hollow laugh.
“What are you talking about? I made it.”
The siblings were stunned.
“What?! You made this?!”
Cheon Seongjae nearly fainted, and Cheon Yuha’s eyes sparkled with wonder.
‘Uncle is just like a God-Seat.’
Since God-Seats also created artifacts. It was, how to put it, quite different from the things made by craftsmen ascetics.
Meanwhile, Cheon Seongjae was growing annoyed by his phone that kept vibrating.
It was Dad.
Surely because his daughter had turned off her phone.
Eventually, after a barrage of texts and even a phone call, Cheon Seongjae answered the phone and shouted.
“Damn it, Sis ran off abroad with Uncle! Stop calling!”
Click.
Having mercilessly blocked (?) Dad’s number, Cheon Seongjae looked at Igeon.
“Anyway, I’ll guide you to our house. You said the Ssang-a Seat Saint is there, right?”
At her brother’s words, Cheon Yuha immediately grabbed hold.
“Wait! The Ssang-a Seat Saint might have set a trap. We need to check. There might be ascetics lying in ambush.”
At the word ‘ambush,’ Cheon Seongjae reacted.
“Right...! If we go and get hit by a disarm skill, we’re done for. At least without Uncle’s weapon...!”
“Uncle’s weapon? You mean Judgment of the Heavenly Void?”
That’s right.
.
It was the weapon that symbolized Igeon.
Normally, it should have been in the Demon Tower along with Igeon and his corpse, but the weapon alone had escaped the tower.
The saints had barely managed to recover the weapon and emerged.
But afterward, it disappeared like an illusion.
‘So it’s one of the items the entire Holy Order is desperately searching for...!’
In fact, it was even called the key to monster subjugation.
“Should I prepare clothes that can withstand disarm magic? If I order now, it’ll take a few months, but if we ask that appraiser, it’ll be a week... No, if it’s Uncle’s request, it could be done in three days...”
“No. I have to meet Ssang-a Seat right away anyway.”
I have to steal the soul register to bring out Ssang-a Seat’s subordinate deity as well.
So he called someone.
The other party answered immediately.
“Yeah, Taek-su...”
From beyond the phone came the sounds of furious alien language.
Eventually, Igeon pulled the receiver away a bit and frowned.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s Korea, you brat. Are you still naive enough to believe that? Wanna die?”
At those words, the alien language reverted to something akin to beast tongue. Though I wished he’d at least speak like a mammal.
‘Seriously, what kind of image do I have?’
No matter what, I’m not rotten enough to lay a hand on a friend’s daughter.
“Anyway, I have a job for you.”
Hugo, who had at least returned to the level of a primitive man, became serious.
* * *
The world was turning into a time of upheaval.
[hk989: Who’s the one who said Igeon is ugly? Come out.]
[pasan: 22222222 come out]
[ㅍㅍ:333333333333 come out 3333]
[fai: What was the nickname?]
[ㅇㅇ: Looks like that guy from the King@Jeha operation...]
“What? Bridge of the Heavens? No way, you mean that one still ranked high on YouTube?”
“Yes! It’s that video of Igeon! Anyway, it’s the one he caught, so for now let’s follow Igeon’s manual...!”
Then the people from the Holy Order laughed.
“We don’t need that outdated manual.”
“!”
This was actually an opportunity.
A chance to prove to everyone that they were superior to Igeon!
In the end, without exception, the Holy Order members busily scattered.
It was time to show their skills.
* * *
Meanwhile, around that time.
“Igeon-nim!”
A wailing cry resounded from the Cheon siblings’ house.
Though to be precise, it was a cry of overwhelming joy that couldn’t be contained.
“As I thought, you are Igeon-nim!”
Indeed. The person overcome with emotion before Igeon was none other than Cheon Seongjae’s roommate.
He was also the middle school boy Igeon had saved from a wolf when he first came out of the Demon Tower.
And at that wailing, Igeon was taken aback, while Han Jimin even wiped away tears.
“Seongjae insisted it absolutely wasn’t you, so I was uncertain, but you really did come out of that tower...!”
At those words, Cheon Seongjae flinched.
“Hey! When did I say no!”
“You forgot all about trying to burn down the house that day...?”
“……!”
Cheon Seongjae, feeling like he wanted to die, banged his head against the wall.
Because memories of what he had dared to do to his idol suddenly came flooding back.
“I have committed a sin worthy of death. I’ll just jump off.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s partly my fault for not being serious about it.”
In fact, back then, I thought there was no need to seriously talk about myself.
After all, Seongjae was an ascetic belonging to Ssang-a Seat. I figured there was no need to give too much information to an enemy subordinate.
‘Though if I’d known he was Taek-su’s son, it would have been different.’
Anyway, both then and now, I’m in a penalty state, so my detection abilities were slightly dulled.
‘I had no idea the Ssang-a Seat Saint was already in this house.’
Of course, it didn’t seem to be solely because my senses were dulled.
Igeon grinned. Like a cat searching for a rat in a trap.
And then it was.
Han Jimin trembled and looked around.
“But, um, you’re really saying the Ssang-a Seat Saint is here?”
“Yeah.”
Cheon Yuha also sharpened her senses.
The opponent was a saint. Moreover, they were like cats and dogs with Igeon.
In other words, wasn’t Ssang-a Seat a monster capable of facing off against someone like Igeon?
They needed to be on guard.
But Igeon nonchalantly headed somewhere.
And everyone was startled. For two reasons.
One was the identity of the object he picked up.
And the other was the scream that was heard the moment he picked it up.
[Kyaaak!]
(Continued in the next episode)