Heroine Hunts Heroines-Chapter 135

Yet here she was, throwing around the phrase semen bomb like it was nothing.

“Well, that’s that, but this is different,” she said.

“Speaking of which, didn’t you blow up my tail the last time you tried to enhance it?”

I still hadn’t forgotten that day.

“What are you even talking about? That was a dream! There’s no way I’d fail like that.”

“For a dream, you sure seem to remember it well. And what’s that washer doing over there?”

I pointed to a washing machine in the corner of her room—something that shouldn’t have been there.

“That’s suspicious.”

“Do you think I live without doing laundry?”

“This is supposed to be your mental space!”

“Shut up.”

I clammed up immediately. When the homeowner tells you to shut up, you shut up.

Still, why had she summoned me? I wasn’t dead—not that I could die—but there didn’t seem to be any pressing reason for her to call me here.

“So, do you have more to say?”

“Your body still has a human base, so you’re weaker than you used to be. We need to strengthen you.”

“Strengthen me? How?”

“The Sins are stronger than expected. It’s absurd, really—one of them even called you a traitor. You know that’s ridiculous since the foundation of their magic comes from you. The reason they’re acting so bold is that you seem weaker than you are. It’s less about strengthening you and more about unlocking some of your old powers.”

She wanted to return my previous powers?

How much stronger could I possibly get?

“Aren’t you breaking some sort of cosmic rule by interfering?”

“Causality crossed the line first. I’ll unlock about 20% for you. I think our little dragon can handle that.”

“What’s this power?”

“You’ll understand once you return.”

So, it’s instinctual, huh? Fine. But there was something else I wanted to ask—about Magnute.

I didn’t want to consult the Akashic Record again; the headache wasn’t worth it.

“By the way, what is Magnute? I don’t remember making anything like that.”

“I’ll just say it’s a being your previous self created. For now, you need to focus on defeating Ping Tao before the Guild Masters get involved, so I can’t explain further.”

“So you’re saying my past self created it?”

My hands trembled, and my head throbbed.

No way. This had to be a joke.

“Is that so shocking? I guess forgetting about your child for so long would—”

“Are you saying I’m not a virgin? That I’ve been penetrated?!”

I clutched my head in despair.

Unbelievable! Even now, I detest the thought, but to think my past self was actually pierced by some man? That I accepted some male’s seed?

No, absolutely not!

While I was busy denying reality, Writer Yoo Eun-ha pulled out a small notebook she’d shown me once before.

“It’s not what you think, so just shut up and go back already!”

Slap!

Her hand struck my cheek, the stinging sensation spreading across my face.

Heat surged through my body as my vision darkened.

***

Under the Blue Sky

I woke up under a bright blue sky.

Power coursed through my veins. The strength I had in the past had returned.

This was it. This fiery sensation, the boiling heat surging through my body—it felt like I was about to explode.

"Screeech! Screech! I’ve killed the Evil Dragon! Killed her!"

Watching Ping Tao bask in her delusion of victory was almost laughable.

The dumbass struggled against me in her first phase, and now she’d forced herself into a third phase. Truly a lunatic.

Whoosh!

White flames erupted from my body—not ominous black mana, but pure magical energy.

Even if this fight was broadcast worldwide, there was no risk of me being outed as a monster.

The flames shot into the sky like a towering inferno, reflecting the fury bubbling within me.

It was time to teach this thick-headed Ping Tao a proper lesson.

“Ha! This bitch just drinks kimchi soup like it’s her lifeblood.”

"Screech! Wh-what? Yoo Eun-ha?! How are you standing?!"

She really thought she had me, didn’t she?

Letting someone like her land a hit on me… I must’ve been out of my mind.

Gripping the spear embedded in my body, I yanked it out.

The gaping wound in my torso healed almost instantly as white flames sealed and regrew my flesh.

Fully restored, I sneered at Ping Tao.

“So, you’re in phase three, huh? Too bad for you—I’m just in phase 1.5.”

Crackle!

I wrapped my blade in an intense, high-density Baekyeom flame—hotter and brighter than before.

Essentially, it was as if the Baekyeom Bomb itself was now coating my sword.

Ping Tao had no way to match this.

“Better brace yourself. I’m not playing around this time.”

I would crush her completely. No mercy.

The area around us became an ocean of white flames.

"Impossible! How do you have such power?! I was supposed to be the strongest!"

Ping Tao’s face twisted in disbelief as I charged at her, flames roaring around me.

Slash!

With one swift strike, I severed her right arm.

She deserved far worse for making me entertain her nonsense this long.

Even with her armor, black blood sprayed from the wound.

“Well, there goes your right arm.”

"Die, Yoo Eun-ha!"

Oh, another spear attack?

Clang!

“Do you really think I’d fall for that twice? And right now—”

I deflected the incoming spear with my sword, grabbed her left arm, and hurled her into the air.

"Roar!"

White flames gathered in my mouth, condensing into a laser-like beam that I unleashed on Ping Tao.

The concentrated flames shattered her armor, reducing it to ash.

Not giving her a moment to recover, I struck her again and again with my sword.

This was a one-sided thrashing. A pure display of domination.

“See? I told you—you can’t beat me.”

"Cough... ugh..."

“The source of your power? Pathetic. Weak.”

Crunch!

I grabbed her helmeted head and dragged her across the concrete, the ground splitting beneath us.

This bitch had pissed me off. It was only right to punish her thoroughly.

Slamming her head into the ground, I left cracks in the earth, clouds of dust rising with each blow.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Each impact sent tremors through the ground.

“See? I told you to stop acting out of your depth. Why do you keep showing off when you’re nothing but a loser?”

Crack! Crunch!

Her Sin-forged armor shattered completely under the onslaught.

What remained was a battered Ping Tao, her chest now exposed, with a crimson eye glowing ominously between her collarbones.

“Oh? So that’s the Sin, huh? An eye lodged in your cleavage? How vulgar.”

"W-wait! J-just a moment—"

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“Wait? Hell no.”

Rip!

I ripped the crimson eye from her chest and tossed it aside.

"Aaaagh!"

“How’s that feel? Want me to keep going?”

Ping Tao, now reduced to groaning, froze in place.

"W-wait… This wasn’t my will…"

The Sin had been forcibly extracted. Had she regained her senses?

It didn’t matter. Her fighting spirit was broken.

If I pushed her a little further and forced her surrender, the war would effectively be over.

“Even if it wasn’t your will, you still dared to think you could defeat me. Isn’t that right? Surrender now, and I might reattach your arms.”

"I… surre—"

Slash!

Before she could finish, a clean slash cut through the air.

Ping Tao’s head rolled to the ground.

“Who—”

I turned to see a familiar figure—one I’d occasionally seen on the internet.

It was Zhang Wei, the commander of the Beijing Warlords.

“Ping Tao, you idiot. I warned you never to let your guard down. And to think a woman of Greater China would dare surrender to a barbarian.”

“Zhang Wei, huh? God, does every stray dog and pig feel the need to show up like sausages in a chain?”

"Heh. Weak, as expected. This Sin was always meant to be mine. I will claim its power!"

Zhang Wei bent down, picking up the discarded Sin.

Oh, now I was pissed.

What gave this bastard the right to interfere?

“Do you think you can take her head without my permission? I kill or spare my heroines as I see fit. And now you’re screwing with my plans for a Hangul patch, ideological reeducation, and some humiliation play?!”

"Heh. You must be weaker after all this. That means it’s time to settle this!"

Crack!

Antlers sprouted from Zhang Wei’s head.

Scales began covering his skin as he transformed into a dragon.

“What the hell did this psycho do to himself?”

[Zhang Wei collected cells from Hwangryong’s corpse, fused them with fragments of the Sin, and grafted them onto himself.]

“You lunatic.”

"I am the true Emperor, not Zhang Hachae! Kneel before me!"

Zhang Wei’s body grew enormous, transforming into a dragon—a knockoff Hwangryong.

Though smaller than the original, he still looked capable of crushing humans beneath him.

“I’ll start by crushing you, Korean girl, and then I’ll subjugate the rest of your country!”

Oh, shut the hell up.

Boom!

"Huh?"

A beam of concentrated Baekyeom shot from my mouth, disintegrating Zhang Wei’s head on the spot.

His headless body collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash.

See? That’s what happens when you try to mess with me.

***

Songdo

In the penthouse in Songdo, Rachel was busy brewing a massive batch of Rainbow Snake Liquor to fulfill an urgent bulk order. However, Ray had been flitting around the room, crying incessantly, which threw off Rachel’s delicate golden ratio for the concoction.

The order was so large that Rachel had to use magic to meet the deadline, but at this rate, it could be delayed.

As a mother, however, her child’s needs always came first.

"Kyuuii! Kyuuing!"

“What’s wrong? You’ve got to tell me. What’s going on?”

Yoo Jung, who had been watching the elf-dragon mother-child duo while controlling her golems from the corner, finally set down the controller and approached them.

“Didn’t you say you could understand Ray’s cries?”

“No, this time he’s really crying.”

"Kyuriririt! Kyuuwut!"

Ray’s cries were an odd mix of sounds, leaving Yoo Jung scratching her head.

She turned her gaze toward Rachel, curious about her interpretation.

Rachel’s brows furrowed as she listened intently to the cries.

“He says he wants to suck on his mamma’s milk, but there isn’t any. He’s asking for Eun-ha’s.”

Rachel, evidently deciding to humor Ray, pulled down her top to expose her chest.

It appeared Ray was asking for breast milk.

Unfortunately, Rachel’s breasts were… on the smaller side. Not incapable of feeding, but certainly not ideal for Ray.

"Hauu…"

Ray let out a sigh, turning his head away from his mother’s chest.

What a perverted little thing, taking after someone all too clearly.

Rachel, for her part, lacked the means to provide milk.

“You dared sigh, didn’t you? For your information, I’ve grown a lot recently! Now, come here and suck!”

"Kyuuu! Kyut!"

“Wait, where are you going? Hey, get back here!”

"Kyururut!"

Ray, fleeing Rachel’s attempts to force-feed him, scurried off. Yoo Jung, who had been about to follow, sighed and returned to her golem controller to oversee the golems stationed in the north.

Ray, meanwhile, darted into a room containing a switch resembling Eun-ha’s favorite feeding mechanism.

Rachel, aware of the room’s existence, hesitated but ultimately decided to try reasoning with Ray.

“Wait, Ray? Let’s not do this, okay? Be a good boy and come to me. If you press that switch, you’ll turn into a naughty adult like your father.”

"Kyuuit!"

Click! Click!

Ray enthusiastically pressed the switch with his snout.

[Beep! Anti-Colossus Magic Missile System activated. Welcome, Yoo Eun-ha.]

“Wait, stop! Don’t press that! No—NO!”

"Kyut! (Yes!)"

[Currently identifying threats to allied forces…]

Click!

Moments later, Songdo experienced an earthquake far larger than any recorded in recent memory, plunging its citizens into panic.

Above the city, hundreds of magic missiles rose into the sky, creating a scene of utter chaos.