Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 180

In the outskirts of Seoul, where there were few people, black cars suddenly swarmed in. Like ninjas, they appeared quietly, stopping at a specific point, and one by one, people began to get out.

The place they arrived at was brightly lit, despite the fact that there was not a single streetlight. What was unusual was that only up to a certain point was it as bright as the daytime, and beyond the boundary of light, the darkness was as thick as pitch.

Kim, the deputy chief, looked at the bright spot in the air and muttered, "Phosphorescent powder..."

Even though it was dark night, the reason why it was so bright here was because of the phosphorescent powder. More than twenty people had gathered here. They were all from the Special Division Team 2, the direct subordinates of Pi Seong-yeol.

By the way, where is that guy?

The surroundings were quiet, and there was nothing visible to conceal anyone.

Could he be playing a prank?

Kim dialed the employee in Suwon again.

At that moment.

Beep! Beep!

The sound of a mobile phone alarm.

Everyone's attention turned toward the direction of the sound.

It was the darkness.

Then, a phone was thrown from within the darkness towards them.

Beep! Beep!

It was the phone of the employee from Suwon.

After that, the phones of the other employees were thrown next to it.

Kim frowned.

"Seems like he likes to show off."

At those words, someone was thrown from within the darkness.

It was the employee from Suwon.

The employee, covered in blood, fell lifeless next to the turned-off phone.

Next, two more employees were thrown next to the first one.

They were all covered in wounds.

Kim silently stared at the fallen employees and motioned to one of the staff nearby.

The staff approached the fallen employees and checked their pulses.

"They're alive."

"Move them to the car."

"Yes."

The staff moved the Suwon employees into the car.

Kim's gaze remained fixed on the phones and the darkness where the employees had been thrown.

"Is this all you’re showing me?"

"Yeah, that’s all."

It was then.

From the silence of the darkness, a response came.

At the same time, someone walked out from the shadows.

It was Su-ho.

"You..."

Kim, squinting at the figure of Su-ho emerging from the darkness, tilted his head slightly.

"...Who is it?"

Kim couldn’t recognize Su-ho.

And it was understandable.

Su-ho had altered his face using his Reverse Morphology skill.

Su-ho smiled and spoke.

"Why do you need to know?"

"What?"

"By the way, you’ve gathered quite a lot. From the numbers, it looks like all your direct subordinates are here?"

"...This is ridiculous."

Kim gave up trying to converse with Su-ho.

It seemed unlikely that a normal conversation would happen with this show-off in front of him.

So, he drew his sword.

When Kim drew his sword, the surrounding staff also drew their weapons.

Su-ho then said.

"If you’re going to take them out, why not take everything? If you're going to arm yourselves, you might as well put on your armor and helmets too."

"I’m curious how long you think you’ll be able to talk like that."

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"Kim Mu-hwan, do you really think I’m standing here without knowing anything about you all?"

"And what if you do know? What changes?"

"It changes. If you surrender now and pay for your crimes, I’ll spare your lives."

"Are you scared? I can tell by the way your tongue’s getting longer."

"Me?"

At Kim's provocation, Su-ho raised his hand.

At that moment, noises started coming from the darkness, and one by one, many figures began to reveal themselves under the phosphorescent powder.

The figures that appeared in front of the glowing powder were none other than Su-ho’s shadow clones.

"...!"

"...!"

"...!"

The eyes of the Special Division members widened when they saw the shadow clones.

And understandably so. Unlike their small group of just over twenty, the shadow clones emerging in front of them numbered at least a hundred, and they were all holding various kinds of weapons. The Blood Weapons that emitted a murky red light struck terror into everyone who saw them.

Su-ho spoke.

"If you don’t surrender, I’ll kill you all right here and burn your bodies. After all, you're just ghosts with no consequences, right?"

"...You know quite a lot."

"Want me to tell you even more? If you like, I can start listing off the names, ages, hometowns, and personal characteristics of all your direct subordinates, starting with you, Kim Mu-hwan."

"What?"

"Do you really want me to list them? Name: Kim Mu-hwan, age 38, blood type AB, resident registration number..."

And it was true.

Su-ho began to recite the personal details of Kim Mu-hwan and the other employees, one by one, from where he stood.

The employees grew increasingly chilled by this sequence of actions.

And they couldn’t help but feel that way.

As Su-ho said, they were ghost-like figures, with no real identity. They could die at any time, and no trace would be left behind.

But now, a man in front of them was reciting details they had never even shared with their colleagues, things that even they didn’t know. How could they not be terrified and bewildered?

And such actions became a new form of fear for the Special Division members.

Of course, it was a piece of cake for Su-ho.