Genius Regressor Makes Mythic Items

Their eardrums throb with pain. A powerful explosion that could cause acoustic trauma in a normal person.

Yet, surprisingly, the American Dream’s Korean branch showed little damage beyond the blown-out windows.

“Nice timing with the barrier, reyna.”

The brown-haired woman looked at the panting Reyna.

At that,

“Nice my foot! Can’t you see the blown-out windows?”

Reyna, her eyes blazing, glared at the middle-aged Arab, “The explosion happened outside the barrier! You crazy fool, Mo’Gadam!”

She stared daggers at the Bomber Mo’Gadam.

However, “It’s just the windows, isn’t it? Don’t make a fuss.”

Mo’Gadam didn’t even glance at her, his eyes fixed on the strikingly handsome man in front.

Kim Shimun.

At that, “A fuss?! Have you forgotten our plan? You were only supposed to get us into Korea!”

Reyna shrieked.

“What am I supposed to do now? Have you not thought about how this exposes my identity?!”

“Now, now, calm down, reyna. Look on the bright side. You don’t have to play the spy anymore.”

“Madam! Are you taking that bastard’s side too?”

“Of course not.”

The Madam, who had discarded the judiciary uniform, now wore a tight-waisted, narrow-skirted, 20th-century-style dress.

“Why would I side with that lunatic?”

She sighed briefly and spoke in a soothing tone.

“I simply know from long experience that handling these situations calmly is best.”

“…Tch.”

Reyna clicked her tongue reluctantly. She had no choice.

‘Madam is a founding member; she knows that lunatic better than anyone.’

A founding member of Desperado. True to the global villain organization, few had survived since its inception.

Conversely, those who had survived were all skilled veterans who had dealt with countless lunatics.

Thus, they would be well-versed in the traits of their members.

Moreover, “So what am I supposed to do now? My identity is completely blown.”

“What else.”

She was as much a madwoman as the crazy Bomber Mo’Gadam.

“Just kill everyone who knows the truth.”

Slice.

In an instant, twenty members of the judiciary had their throats slit. Considering each was at least platinum to diamond rank, the extent of Madam’s massacre was nothing short of astounding.

And the only survivors of her assault were two:

Reyna and Olivia.

“Reyna, you seem to hate that woman…”

The Madam spoke calmly, as if she hadn’t just beheaded twenty people.

“Why don’t you blow off some steam playing with her?”

She retrieved the bloodstained weapons.

“A Desperado spy… Reyna! You really…”

Olivia, stunned, spoke in horror.

“Shut up!”

Smack.

Reyna’s slap landed hard on Olivia’s cheek. Perhaps due to the restraint cuffs, Olivia went flying, crashing into the wall helplessly.

Thud.

Watching the two women, the Madam remarked, with a cheeky smile, she turned away.

“Oh, right! Reyna? It’s fine to have fun, but don’t neglect the barrier, okay?”

Then,

Swish.

The Madam swung her hand again. The metal pieces she had retrieved earlier flew back into the air, reassembling to form a long sword.

Surprisingly, her attack was aimed not ahead, but at a fellow member of their organization beside her.

Swoosh!

Clang.

Mo’Gadam blocked the metal without even looking at it, ready to explode at her any moment.

“You old hag. Have you lost it?”

He growled briefly. But was she completely unafraid?

“You’re the one who’s lost it, you bastard.”

In stark contrast to her demeanor with Reyna, the Madam, with a coarse curse, shot a venomous look at Mo’Gadam.

“Did you forget the boss’s explicit order not to get caught?”

“I don’t follow orders from others. Besides…”

Scoffing, Mo’Gadam took a sweeping glance at the four men in front.

“If we kill all the witnesses, it solves the problem.”

“Shut the hell up. Your flashy antics will attract A-rank searchers at least…”

“Blah, blah. If you’re a woman, act like one.”

“You goddamn bastard!”

The Madam’s eyes narrowed fiercely.

Simultaneously, a heavy killing intent emanated from her, but that was it.

Whoosh!

“Sigh… What does it matter if you’re a sacrificial pawn? I’m the fool for getting swayed by the offer.”

Rubbing her forehead, the Madam shook her head.

“For now, you stay put and shut up.”

“I just told you, I don’t…”

Mo’Gadam, frowning, raised his hand.

Then, with a heavy explosion, Mo’Gadam was pushed back.

Boom!

Hovering around the explosion’s epicenter, metal pieces floated in the air, emitting a sharp sound.

Buzz.

Had the explosion been a moment later, his right arm would have been cut off.

‘My arm would have been severed.’

Realizing this, Mo’Gadam’s eyes filled with killing intent.

“Madam. Are you out of your mind?”

“Again, I said stay quiet, Mo’Gadam Bin Abdullah.”

The Madam was equally unyielding.

“If I have to say it one more time, I’ll cut you down first.”

Speaking briefly but firmly, the Madam made it clear. Knowing she was serious, Mo’Gadam glanced at Shimun ahead, and muttered a curse, crossing his arms.

“Damn woman.”

With Mo’Gadam complying

“Well then! I apologize for the lack of decorum?”

The Madam laughed elegantly, covering her mouth with one hand before slightly lifting her dress hem.

“He’s a very spirited gentleman, as you can see. He was out of line for a moment.”

She gave a slight curtsy. Then, seemingly from nowhere, she unfolded a fan, like a lady of high society, she greeted Kim Muyeol.

“By the way, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Ironwood King. You still look dashing.”

“Why are you here, Dayna?”

Kim Muyeol responded coldly, without batting an eye.

A cold reply and sudden mention of her real name might have unsettled her, but,

“Haha. Still as cold as ever. But that’s what’s so attractive about you. Truly.”

The Madam—Dayna—covered her mouth with the fan, casting a subtle glance at Kim Muyeol.

“Well, since you’ve seen everything, you probably understand the situation.”

Snap.

Then, Dayna closed her fan.

“We’re moving very discreetly under the boss’s orders, so… we’d like to ask for a small favor regarding this matter.”

“A favor… Including keeping quiet about this incident and covering up the explosion Mo’Gadam caused?”

“Haha! As expected of the Ironwood King. It’s a pity our organization doesn’t have gentlemen like you… truly.”

She laughed elegantly, licking her richly painted lips.

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect you to help for nothing. I do realize that we’ve been a bit… distanced lately.”

“You know why.”

“Of course. We carried out a terror attack in the heart of Seoul without tipping off our esteemed supporter.”

Dayna glanced at Mo’Gadam as she spoke. Though Mo’Gadam’s eyes twitched, he did nothing further. Knowing well why she was acting that way.

“Hmph.”

Mo’Gadam merely scoffed in displeasure. Dayna continued with a rueful expression, “We’re genuinely sorry about that… but to make a small excuse, that incident was the insane actions of this man, acting independently.”

“Independently… Indeed, the sole perpetrator of the Sillim terror attack was his disciple, Jayce Clarke.”

Whether it was unnecessary to explain further or because it was a sore point for Mo’Gadam, Kim Muyeol spoke as if fully aware.

“Ha ha! You’re still as sharp as ever.”

The Madam, Dayna, chuckled, casting a glance at the coldly rigid Mo’Gadam before speaking.

“That’s right. That incident was conducted independently by Mo’Gadam, taking a job from Continental… it put us in a tough spot.”

“But that also proves your incompetence.”

Kim Muyeol criticized with a cold face.

“There’s nothing I can say against that. Regardless, moving on from personal contracts…”

Even so, the Madam continued with a smile.

“We need that player, Kim Shimun. So, if you cooperate with us on this matter…”

“If I do?”

“We will give you a task request from one of our core members.”

“That’s all?”

“And the request can be anything you want us to do.”

True to their reputation as the world’s top villain organization, Desperado didn’t take on just any request.

Yet, here they were, offering to fulfill any request without question.

This meant, “Even if I asked for the assassination of Derick or Zhang Liqiu right now, you’d agree to do it?”

They were committing to any task, no matter what.

And, “With core members handling it?”

Core members who were all top-rank rankers or even beyond.

Genuinely surprised,

“Ha ha ha! Such bold jokes! Even though you seem cold, you’ve got a fiery side, don’t you?”

Dayna laughed heartily.

Then,

“Of course, if you request such a task, we’ll carry it out. People like us need trust to survive, after all.”

Nodding, Dayna agreed.

“Old woman!”

Mo’Gadam’s angry voice rose from the back, but that was it.

“Shut it. Whose fault do you think it is that we’re in this mess?”

The Madam shot an even fiercer glare at Mo’Gadam.

Then, as if it never happened, “This was discussed with our boss before we came to Korea. You can trust us.”

She turned to Kim Muyeol with an elegant smile, like any high-society lady.

“To have even a backup plan prepared early on… typical of him.”

“Ha ha! It’s thanks to our brilliant boss that people like us can roam the world.”

Watching her intently, Kim Muyeol turned to Shimun, whose subtle smile puzzled him.

The reason was simple.

‘What on earth have you been up to?’

While he had an inkling, ‘It’s probably because of what happened in Ukraine…’

The Ukraine Outbreak. It was widely known that Desperado was involved in it.

But, ‘What exactly happened there that made these lunatics target you like this?’

Desperado offering such an outrageous request option was beyond Kim Muyeol’s understanding.

‘What’s your next move?’

At the same time, Kim Muyeol’s gaze asked how Shimun planned to handle this.

“This is something else, discussing all this in front of the person in question…”

Shimun shook his head and stepped forward. More precisely, he distanced himself from Kim Muyeol.

“I didn’t expect the Korean Association President to be affiliated with Desperado. I’m deeply disappointed~.”

And that, in an unexpectedly awkward and out-of-place manner.

Naturally, ‘What kind of nonsense is this?’

Not only Kim Muyeol, but also the face of Golem Choi Changwook behind him twisted into a strange expression.

With two core members of Desperado present, one would normally close ranks for a fight, but Shimun was widening the distance instead?

However, Kim Muyeol noticed what Shimun’s gaze was fixed on.

‘Ah, it’s because of the hostage.’

He silently watched Shimun’s actions.

Seeing this, “You arrogant bastard!”

Assuming that Kim Muyeol had accepted their terms, Mo’Gadam rushed at Shimun.

Boom.

An explosion erupted from under Mo’Gadam’s feet. Using the blast to close the distance swiftly, Mo’Gadam grabbed Shimun’s face in an instant.

“This is for my disciple, you vermin.”

“Mo’Gadam, wait! You can’t kill him!”

The Madam’s urgent voice rang out, “Rupture.”

Boom!

A powerful explosion shattered the space around them.

Rumble.

The building shook with fine tremors.

Then, Metal shards, charged with magnetic energy, floated amidst the thick dust.

Buzz.

“You crazy bastard! Boss specifically said to capture him alive…”

Thud.

Just as the enraged Madam Dayna was about to launch an attack at Mo’Gadam, her hand froze in mid-air.

More precisely, it had locked up as if gripped by frost.

“What…?”

No wonder.

“No, no way!”

The scene emerging from the clearing dust, was something she couldn’t have imagined.

Sss.

Then, through the smoke still rising from the explosion clutched between Mo’Gadam’s fingers, Shimun’s vertically slit pupils blinked.

“Hmm. My face stings a bit.

“If the technique had been stronger, I might have been injured.”

Then, As he said this, his eyes curved into a smile, and a platinum-colored elongated hand gripped Mo’Gadam’s arm in reverse.

Thud.

“This!”

Before Mo’Gadam could react, his arm was crumpled like paper.

“Kaaaagh!”

Crack.