Prime Minister Maeda finally managed to escape to the Black Tower after enduring unimaginable hardship.
As soon as he reached the bustling district packed with people—
"Huh?"
"W-what's with that guy? Why is he holding a weapon?"
"He looks familiar… isn't that the Prime Minister? Prime Minister Maeda."
"I think that really is the Prime Minister."
"Gasp! There's another one. He's holding a spear."
"Phone—get your phone out, hurry!"
"We have to film this."
People instinctively pulled out their smartphones.
How could anyone miss a situation this bizarre?
Yakuza Nomura Daikinzo also arrived at the Black Tower district in pursuit of Maeda.
He was utterly bewildered.
From the start, he'd lacked information.
And because of that, his judgment had been wrong.
That the Prime Minister might be wearing a Rune Necklace of Liberation was within expectations.
Japan had reached the 71st floor, after all.
What he hadn't accounted for were two things.
First—level.
Prime Minister Maeda's level wasn't 31 LV.
Even if he'd raised it, Nomura had assumed maybe two or three levels at most.
When did he raise it that much?
A politician climbing the tower, of all things?
Nomura's own level was 60.
Excluding nationally nurtured Japanese players, was there anyone among ordinary players with a higher level than his?
He wasn't registered, but he was probably at the very top.
Because of that misjudgment, the very first button had gone wrong.
He should've killed the Prime Minister on the elevated highway.
After killing him, he should've staged it as a rampage by Chinese players.
When you think "liberation villain player," isn't China the first thing that comes to mind?
No one would've doubted it.
Japanese politicians would mourn Prime Minister Maeda, allegedly killed by Chinese players, and immediately move toward military action.
The Self-Defense Forces—shrunken after a failed coup in the past—would rise again in glory, joining forces with right-wing Japanese politicians to seize control of the country.
And Nomura himself would become the oyabun of the Tokyo yakuza syndicates, ruling all of Kanto.
That's how it should've gone.
That was the correct scenario.
But what was this?
The Prime Minister had blocked his strike, counterattacked, and fled all the way here—yet Nomura still couldn't finish him.
And then there was the second variable.
The belt Maeda was wearing.
An item that healed wounds automatically whenever it shimmered with red light.
That hadn't been part of the calculations either.
The biggest obstacle of all.
It was no different from fighting someone with a potion bottle jammed into their mouth.
The entire tedious process—pulling a potion from inventory, opening the cap, pouring it over yourself or drinking it—was completely skipped.
A cheat item.
I want it.
I'll definitely kill him and take it.
Before the police special forces arrive.
"Damn it!!!"
Slash! Spurt-spurt-spurt!
Nomura launched a lightning-fast thrust toward the Prime Minister's neck.
Clang!
Maeda blocked it with his longsword.
But it was too much.
He barely managed to guard his vital point.
Even so, the impact made blood gush from his mouth.
His arm was cut, his shoulder pierced, his side stabbed, his thigh slashed—
Yet every time the belt flashed red, the wounds healed automatically.
But the belt was nearing its limit.
Once the healing potions stored inside were depleted, the automatic healing would end.
They were extremely expensive healing potions without the "tower-exclusive" designation—
And he'd only managed to fill the belt with them after great effort.
Still, he endured somehow.
Prime Minister Maeda poured all his strength into activating his skills and swung his longsword.
He barely managed to counterattack—
But after blocking the magic-infused longsword with his spear shaft, Nomura kicked Maeda square in the abdomen.
Wham!
"Ghk!"
The Prime Minister was sent flying from the kick.
Whoosh!
The area around the Black Tower was a tourist zone.
A dense cluster of food stalls and souvenir shops.
Maeda's body crashed straight into a takoyaki stand.
Craaaash!
"Aaah!"
"T-this—!"
"Run!"
"My shop…!"
"Get away! Is your shop really the issue right now?!"
People scattered in panic.
Staggering, Prime Minister Maeda stubbornly forced himself back to his feet.
I have to live.
I have to survive and take revenge.
A yakuza player.
Who was behind him?
Obviously the right-wing faction of the Liberal Party.
'You think I'll die here?'
He, too, was a descendant of a samurai family.
He'd made it this far on sheer grit alone.
If you survive, you win.
Just until the police arrive.
Meanwhile, live broadcasts exploded into chaos.
People cheered wildly at the unprecedented spectacle of a duel between the Japanese Prime Minister and a yakuza.
L: Prime Minister or yakuza—which side do we cheer for?
L: Obviously the Prime Minister, right?
L: Ganbare! Maeda, ganbare!
L: Show them the Prime Minister's power!
L: L-look at that tattoo. Ugh, that creepy yakuza bastard.
L: The tension is insane, though.
L: They're both liberation players.
L: But what level are they? They're crazy strong. Wasn't the Prime Minister level 31?
L: No way it's 31—he's at least late 40s.
L: When did a politician even climb that high?
L: That's why Japanese politics are such a mess.
The footage looked like a hero action movie.
The Prime Minister getting back up despite his wounds.
The yakuza relentlessly trying to kill him.
L: But don't they have magic-sealing scrolls? Anyone could just tear one and end this.
L: Japan hasn't introduced them yet.
L: Tsk, tsk. They're the closest country to Korea.
L: How do they not have even one? Someone fly to Korea and bring one back.
L: Seriously—if a civilian gets caught up in this, it'll be a disaster.
It had already been over ten minutes since the battle began.
Anyone could see the yakuza had the upper hand—but the Prime Minister was even more tenacious.
White Tower, 17th floor.
The summoned beings had gathered in a tight circle around a single smartphone.
A live-streamed duel between liberated players.
Could anyone have imagined this?
The Japanese Prime Minister and a yakuza manifesting magic and fighting in reality?
"Oh man! So close!"
"Hey! He missed that—should've grabbed the ankle and cut it when the kick came in."
"Like this, then bam!"
"Easy to say. Do you think they can pull that off? They're doing their best with the sword."
"He's unqualified to be Prime Minister. A national leader should be at least level 60…"
No idea what level had to do with qualifications for Prime Minister.
Still—this is bad.
At this rate, the Prime Minister might die.
They should save him.
The newly replaced Japanese cabinet was a major client.
At the very least, far better than the Liberal Party administration.
And if this kept going, civilians could get caught up.
From the footage, there were even children scattered around.
Thinking of children made his chest feel uneasy.
Growing up watching things like this was terrible for psychological development.
Kids should be seeing only good things, if possible.
Just then, the Mad Demon glanced at Juhyeok's furrowed expression and spoke to Jeon Gwang-il.
"Hem, hem. Commissioner Jeon?"
"Yes, Mad Demon."
"Why doesn't Japan have magic-sealing scrolls?"
"They placed an order, but supplies are limited. We're distributing in order of purchase."
"That Prime Minister fellow is truly foolish. Even the U.S., far from China, moved quickly."
That was true.
If they'd prepared earlier, this wouldn't have happened.
This won't do.
I'll go to Japan and use a scroll myself.
"I'll go to Japan. Using the Ring of Exit, it'll be quick."
"… Pardon?"
Kosak jumped in shock.
"That will not do. This is a conflict among the Japanese themselves. There is no need for the young master to expend mental energy. Please reconsider."
The Mad Demon also chimed in.
"Lady Dallae is right. What if a blind blade even grazes your skin? If you must go, then let this old man go with you. The summoner need only bring me to the Japanese Tower."
The other summoned beings joined in.
"Then take this mage instead. I'll burn everything to ash."
"No, go with me. I'll put them to sleep on the spot."
"One paralysis round each from Veronica Caliber will finish it."
"Let the warrior go. Leave it to me."
"We have Divine Bardin as well."
"Hooeeeh!"
Hmm.
Everyone's fighting to go.
"Then let's all go."
Except Blood Wolf and Mari.
"Yes!"
"I'll prepare."
"Japan again, huh."
"Afterwards, ramen?"
Juhyeok left the White Tower and summoned the companions in the penthouse.
Enter the tower—then exit.
Spot!
Juhyeok's group appeared near the Japanese Black Tower, a short distance from the battle.
Everyone's attention was fixed on the Prime Minister and the yakuza, so no one noticed their arrival.
And even if they did, it didn't matter.
"Should we use a magic-sealing scroll first?"
"Hm. If magic disappears mid-fight, they might lose strength and drop their weapons. Then a spear or sword could fly somewhere and hurt civilians."
Meaning—disarm them first.
"Alright. Let's disarm them. Who wants to go?"
"This old man can use Air-Seizing, Bone-Stealing…"
"I'll sneak in with stealth…"
"My lord! Grant this one the honor!"
"The warrior will take one—"
"I'll snipe—"
Do we really need to exert ourselves?
"Diyamat?"
"Yes, Master."
"Put them all to sleep with the Dream Domain—"
At that very moment—
"Hooet! Hooeeeh! Me, me!"
Rajiks jumped up and down, waving his hands wildly.
No—why Rajiks?
What's a laborer going to do?
"Our dimensional farmhand is too precious. What if you get hurt?"
"Hueh, I can do it."
He keeps insisting.
That's dangerous.
Kosak chuckled.
"Don't underestimate a laborer. These idiots'll get handled at the dimensional farmhand pickaxe level."
"The assassin is right. Muscles forged through labor are the real deal."
"No need for a pickaxe. A broom would sweep them away."
"At Lerssal level, just rolling around nearby would make them collapse."
…Really?
Now I'm suddenly curious.
About Rajiks's fighting style.
"You confident?"
"Hooe!"
"Alright. Go ahead."
The moment Juhyeok gave permission—
Taeng!
Rajiks sprang into the air, spun three times midair, then—roll!—shot forward like a beam of light.
"… Fast."
Insanely fast.
Boom!
A battle unfolding against the backdrop of the Black Tower.
Food stalls and shops around it lay in ruins from the clash between two liberated players.
Prime Minister Maeda's consciousness wavered.
The belt's healing potions were almost completely depleted.
Regret flooded him.
'I should've rested today.'
If he hadn't entered the tower at all.
Climbing at dawn had become his routine.
And that routine had come back to bite him.
If he could've escaped into the tower, this would already be over.
There would've been no need to come this far.
'Damn it!'
Why were the police taking so long?
With this much chaos, they should've arrived already.
Obvious.
Someone was delaying the police response.
Someone high-ranking, inside the force.
Even after the administration changed, he didn't have many allies among the power elite.
Why else would he have the nickname "Dishwashing Prime Minister"?
Someone brought in like a short-term temp to clean up the Liberal Party's mess.
Meanwhile—
Nomura was growing desperate too.
At this rate, the police would arrive.
Helicopters would be deployed.
Snipers would be positioned.
If he didn't kill him now—
He would be the one to die.
Nomura lunged at Maeda with dogged persistence.
A fierce battle.
It was nearing its end.
Prime Minister Maeda's movements were visibly slowing.
Whirr!
Shaaak!
Nomura hurled his spear at Maeda's back as he tried to flee.
Thud!
The long spear skewered Maeda clean through like a shish kebab.
Prime Minister Maeda collapsed forward.
Nomura strode over and yanked the spear out of his back.
"Heh heh heh. In the end it was always going to be this way. What a hassle."
"Kghk… you, you bastard… I, I'll definitely—"
"You'll what?"
He'd die even if left alone.
Raising the spear high over his head, Nomura said:
"No time. I'll finish you quickly. I'm busy too—I need to get somewhere safe and enter the tower—"
That was when it happened.
Taeng! Paaang-gururur.
"…Huh?"
Tang-tang! Degururur!
"What the…?"
It came from the direction of the Tokyo Black Tower.
Nomura turned his head.
"Hm?
What is that?"
Something white and round came bouncing and rolling rapidly toward them.
Tang-tang! Paaang-gururur. Taeng! Degururur.
Like a fluffy, fur-covered rubber ball.
"What the hell…?"
Nomura completely forgot about killing Maeda and stared blankly at the bouncing furball.
Prime Minister Maeda too.
He was on the brink of death.
No—just staying still, he'd die soon anyway.
He was about to give up and let everything go when—
"That is…?"
A dog?
No.
It couldn't be that round.
Thump-thump-thump! Taeng! Paaang-gururur, degurudegru.
Feeling threatened by the rubber ball charging straight at him, Nomura instinctively took an attack stance—
"Horat!!!"
Swish!
"Huh?!"
The spear vanished from his hands.
And not just that.
Swish, swish, swish—
His pants, shoes, shredded top, even the fundoshi he wore as underwear, and the Rune Necklace of Liberation around his neck—
All of it vanished without a trace.
A complete disarmament.
All that remained was his tattoo-covered naked body.
Prime Minister Maeda was in a similar situation.
Tang! Paaang-gururur.
"Hoeh?!"
Swish, swish-swish—
His armor disappeared.
The longsword he was holding, and the Rune Necklace of Liberation as well.
Fortunately, his regular clothes weren't stripped off.
"This is insane!"
Unbelievable.
"That creature… I've seen it somewhere… Ah!"
He finally remembered.
The creature that appeared during the Pyongyang Awakening Administration opening ceremony terrorist incident.
The hamster that had smoothly made the terrorist's nuclear backpack disappear.
A sliver of hope appeared.
Was it here to save him?
Nomura couldn't hide his stunned expression.
Stripped naked in front of everyone.
That thing.
That animal—not even human—dared to do this to him!
"Yoshi!!!"
Swish!
Nomura pulled out a mass-produced Japanese sword made from tower metal from his inventory.
Aimed it at the furball and shouted—
"Die!!!"
But—
"Horat!"
Taeng! Paaang-gururur, wham!
Struck head-on by Rajiks's violently spinning rolling attack—
"Kgh!"
Whoosh!
Crash!
He was slammed into a Black Tower souvenir shop and lost consciousness.
Rajiks had stored away everything that could pose a threat into subspace.
The subspace ability he evolved after becoming Lerssal—
Remote storage.
With most threats taken care of—
Rajiks leaped and landed in front of the dying Prime Minister Maeda.
Taeng! Paaang-gururur, chack!
"Hoe?"
Tilting his head—
Swish!
He pulled out a healing potion without the tower-exclusive descriptor and splashed it all over Maeda.
Sizzle, szzzt, szzzt.
Wounds healed.
The bleeding stopped.
"A-arigato…
…"
He pulled out another healing potion and stuck it into Maeda's mouth like a baby bottle.
Then at last, he took out a magic-sealing scroll.
Riiip!
Paaah!
A wave spread outward.
"Hahaha, seriously."
Juhyeok let out a hollow laugh.
"Using the sealing scroll after everything's already over."
The order felt a bit off.
"But the result's the same anyway."
Tokyo clash—finished.
The yakuza subdued, the Prime Minister saved.
The people who witnessed it live went wild.
Explosive applause.
Clap clap clap clap clap!
Social media exploded.
L: He's back again!!!
L: He's so cute!!!
L: Trying to attack my heart? That's cruel.
L: Hoeh!
L: Hoe!
L: Horat!
A life-or-death duel between the Prime Minister and a yakuza.
It had been thrilling, intense—an unforgettable spectacle.
That is, until the fluffy bouncing furball appeared.
The furball sucked in not only the yakuza's equipment and clothes, but everyone's attention as well.
Tourists who came to see the Black Tower ended up witnessing something extraordinary.
Clap clap clap clap clap!
Endless applause.
Rajiks responded to the cheers.
Waddling around, waving his short arms.
"Hoeeee."
People waved back.
How could they not return the greeting?
Puffing out his chest, shrugging his shoulders, and making a confident round of the scene, Rajiks drew stunned reactions from the summoned beings.
"His need for validation is worse than any mage's."
"Seems he was starved for attention."
"Maybe he wanted to show off becoming Lerssal."
"Attention-seeking is incurable. Once you taste it, you can't quit."
"That's cosmic-level attention whoring."
And then—
Degurururur—
Rajiks started rolling again.
Shu-shu-shuk! Shu-shu-shu-shuk!
Tang! Paaang-gururur.
Shu-shu-shuk! Shu-shu-shu-shuk!
Juhyeok gaped.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
"…What is he doing now?"
"Looks like he's cleaning."
"No, why is he cleaning now?"
"He can't stand filth. He is the great laborer in charge of dimensions, after all."
"Or maybe it's just a performance to grab more attention."
That seemed likely.
The concrete and asphalt were spotless.
L: Cutie is cleaning!
L: And he's good at it!
L: Vacuum cleaners can't even compare!
L: Come to my house and clean my room too—
L: My ex is trash, can you take him away too?
At that moment—
Wiiiiiing!
Sirens blared as the police finally arrived.
They sure came quickly.
After making sure the yakuza was subdued.
"Let's go."
"Yes!"
And then—
Spot!
Watching from afar, Juhyeok entered the tower with his group.
Thus ended Rajiks's live Tokyo performance—
In overwhelming success.
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