Become Overpowered CEO of Hero Clan

Become Overpowered CEO of Hero Clan – 193

King Game (4)

Swoosh!

A dark, sticky substance spread out.

Sun Wukong was in a position where he couldn’t use his full strength against the insubordination of the one he was supposed to protect.

In fact, the Great Sage’s gestures were leaning more towards ‘defense’.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sight of hundreds of armored monkeys swinging their Ruyi Jingu Bang was undoubtedly one of the most surreal phenomena encountered so far.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Dozens of clones dissipated into a puff of smoke upon touching the shadow. The ugly face of the stone monkey with its fur standing on end crumpled in a satisfying way.

The fact that mere ‘contact’ dispelled the technique, even for clones, meant that the power of Unlimited Mode was effective even against the celestial fighting Buddha.

‘I can’t believe it.’

An office worker turned hero driving a newly descended 10-star early-stage immortal from the celestial realm into a corner.

Truly a force befitting a secret weapon prepared by the Tetragrammaton.

Hmph—

While Isaac continued his internal self-praise, Sun Wukong, who had plucked out five strands of his hair, puffed up his cheeks.

Whoosh!

Riding on a gust of wind imbued with the scent of the rock monkey, five strands of hair soared high into the sky.

It seemed he was about to perform a large-scale magical technique.

“Chase after it.”

Swoosh!

Gunggi, who had been hiding in the shadows, vanished into thin air. Though Gunggi, whose rank had likely increased along with Isaac due to the Unlimited Mode, arrived at high altitude trailing purple mist.

Whooooosh—

Rumble!

The five strands of monkey hair had already dissolved into the air in an instant, spreading billowing thunderclouds that covered the heavens and earth.

“Keeng?”

Even to Gunggi, whose intelligence wasn’t very developed, the phenomenon of controlling nature with mere hair strands was astonishingly shocking.

Sure, he had teleported, but how could he possibly counter thunderclouds as vast as the territory of South Korea with just his front paws?

Fwoooosh!

“Kreuang?”

Just as Gunggi, with his beast-level intelligence, was startled and fell back at the rock monkey’s earth-shattering divine technique, a black flame pierced through the thunderclouds, and a blue sparrow flew up through the gap.

—Foolish beast. We have grown stronger too!

Whoosh!

As the blue sparrow flapped its wings, the shadow-buffed flames turned into a deep, dark blaze that burned away the thunderclouds.

The playful smile that appeared beneath the beak of Ifrit, the tiny bird spirit that had performed such a miracle, was filled with the wicked desire of a century’s power-holder who had succeeded in a coup.

—Hahaha! To think that I, once a mere soldier of the celestial realm, would burn away Sun Wukong’s thunderclouds!

In response to Ifrit’s sudden outburst, seemingly having regained memories of the past due to its master’s rapid growth, the loyal tiger who knew only Isaac empathized with an awkward roar.

“Gr, Greuang!”

After all, Ifrit was Isaac’s only companion summon besides himself. He felt he should at least match the mood of his battle partner.

Swoosh!

“Greuaaaang!”

Gunggi’s awkward roar soon transformed into a fierce howl that shook the heavens. He too had become intoxicated by the infinite power of Unlimited Mode.

Whoosh!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ifrit’s sticky black flames and Gunggi’s ultra-high-speed paw swings mercilessly swept away the thunderclouds that had covered the skies of the Korean Peninsula.

It was truly a shocking sight for the Great Sage, who had intended to purify the shadow realm with thousands upon thousands of lightning strikes.

—No way! What are those things!

The power of a realm where clones returned to nothingness just by touching it. Add to that the rock monkey’s uncontrollable specialty, thunder techniques, being burned and ground away by two summoned creatures.

While the Huayan Sutra was surely a divine technique that penetrated the truth of all things, how could the opponent’s rank have reached the celestial standard in an instant?

‘I can’t sense his level.’

Moreover, the level of the cheeky mark bearer was beyond what could be grasped even with the perception of an early 10-star.

Usually, this phenomenon only occurs when there’s a gap of more than two levels, but doesn’t Sun Wukong himself possess the Huayan Sutra, a heaven-defying divine ability?

Although it’s just an avatar, it’s a body that reaches more than a tenth of the original!

Even considering various variables, the level of that damned mark bearer might be beyond 10 stars, perhaps even on par with Sun Wukong’s original body.

—I, I think that’s enough!

If Gabriel was the official referee controlling the current confrontation, the assistant referee was the Azure Dragon of the East.

The mark bearer had already proven why he was the ‘chosen’ one of the Tetragrammaton.

‘Now is the right time.’

The mark bearer, who seemed to have affection for this planet, probably didn’t want the scale of the battle to grow larger either.

Above all, he wanted to deprive Sun Wukong, who had caused trouble in the East Sea Dragon Palace in the past, of the opportunity to restore his reputation as the Great Sage.

Who knows what that fight-crazy stone monkey might do in an attempt to defeat the mark bearer?

It would be a wiser decision, even from a broader perspective, to end it with that thunder-headed bastard being utterly humiliated like this.

—Bearer of the mark, I think this is enough. Now I understand what kind of being you are.

The main referee, Gabriel, seemed to agree with the assistant referee’s opinion and lent weight to the Azure Dragon’s words.

His power was likely an ability to decompose or absorb. Or perhaps something even more fundamentally destructive.

Gabriel had come to vaguely understand why the highest-ranking official of the celestial realm had chosen Terraria, a middle realm, as the battlefield for the fate of the great celestial world.

“It seems that one hasn’t accepted it yet, though.”

The tip of Isaac’s chin was pointing at none other than Sun Wukong. However, the internal conflict was at its peak, even more so than for the stone monkey whose pride had been thoroughly hurt.

[Your mental barrier is about to break.]

[You’ve become tired of everything.]

Even as the system sent out warnings, the shadow realm enveloping Isaac’s surroundings wasn’t receding.

‘Do I have to knock him out or something?’

Isaac’s gaze turned to the upper right corner of his vision.

〈Quest – Sub〉

▷ Content: Defeat a soldier of the celestial realm within 10 hours.

▷ Reward: 2 million points

▷ Failure Penalty: 6 months reduction in lifespan

The translucent quest window floating in view shows no signs of disappearing.

It’s not possible to activate the mentally taxing Unlimited Mode twice in one day.

If not now, the absurd tragedy of having 6 months of life stolen by the merciless system will become a reality.

Swoosh!

Despite the chief referee and assistant referee’s attempts to dissuade him, Isaac instead violently expanded his shadow realm.

Beneath the writhing black ooze, shadow soldiers wielding weapons began to dash forward.

A space of despair closing in from all directions. Within it, the reapers of death squirming.

Without time to question if this guy was truly an Ethereal, the cornered Sun Wukong had to make a choice.

“I get it! I understand, you thick-headed bastard.”

Why did heaven birth me and then birth that guy?

Hurling vulgar words was the only form of rebellion he could muster.

Sun Wukong, having rationalized to himself that losing to this gloomy fellow who wields incomprehensible power was actually winning, once again pursed his lips.

“Don’t think you’ve won. If I had gone all out, this planet would have been destroyed long ago.”

It was a timid protest from the brown-furred primate who had shrunk his signature weapon, the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and tucked it away.

Unfortunately, though he didn’t seem to realize it himself, his appearance was truly petty.

“Sun Wukong, enough…!”

The Azure Dragon of the East, his face reddened, pressed a finger to his lips. That troublemaker from the celestial realm was making a fool of all immortals.

Anyone could see that the stone monkey had just suffered a clear defeat.

Suppressing the conflicting emotions of exhilaration and embarrassment, the Azure Dragon turned his head towards the mark bearer, whose guts were no less impressive than Sun Wukong’s.

Sssss―

‘Thank goodness.’

As the fierce aura that seemed about to pummel Sun Wukong subsided, the ominous realm that had covered the sky also disappeared into its master’s embrace.

At least the catastrophe of their own forces shedding blood in civil war had been averted.

Shing. Click.

As the mark bearer disengaged from combat stance, the chief referee Gabriel also resheathed the holy sword he had been gripping in his right hand.

While the celestial soldiers gazed with a mix of disgust and awe at the SS-rank hero who had bested the great Sun Wukong not only in strength but also in temperament, Isaac had to endure a chronic headache from the excessively flashy quest clear reward effects.

[You have cleared the sub-quest!]

[We applaud your efforts.]

No matter how much Sun Wukong himself might stubbornly deny it, the system’s judgment was that Isaac had ‘won’.

Bam bam ba-bam! Bam bam bam bam ba-bam!

Whoosh― Pop pop pop― Boom!

Simultaneously, fireworks exploding behind the quest clear message and ear-piercing sound effects rattled his skull.

‘Are you trying to mess with me?’

His head spun and his temples throbbed. Though the overwhelming stress made him desperately want to clock out early, the system was celebrating wildly on its own.

Tetragrammaton, likely gloating in the heavens, seemed pleased that the chess pieces on the board were moving according to his wishes.

[You have acquired 2 million points.]

Soon after, a reward proportional to the hellish difficulty and desperate failure penalty entered his possession.

Since his craving for the slot machine had faded some time ago, even the high figure of 2 million didn’t stir much excitement.

Maybe it would be better if they introduced a system where points could be used to increase abilities.

“I want to rest for today. Tell the celestial soldiers this: if they wish to come to me, they should stay in a nearby minor world, not Earth.”

The penalty of Charisma, Bored Genius, inevitably surfaced.

He even spoke informally to Gabriel, who had been maintaining a minimum level of courtesy.

His faded, lifeless eyes, combined with his arrogant speech and behavior, created a peculiar cognitive dissonance.

In other words, he exuded the vibe of a high-ranking official’s child, born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

“I will convey that message.”

With his skill and spirit that overwhelmed Sun Wukong, who had never been beaten up anywhere but always did the beating, coupled with an attitude that seemed to say ‘don’t bother me, just get lost’, Gabriel, whose personality was relatively less ruined, ended up accepting Isaac’s bossing around.

“Hallelujah…”

“Amitabha…”

The Ethereals who had arrived late, some immortals and some angels, were dumbfounded by the mark bearer’s arrogant attitude and the divinity he had displayed.

To them, this was no different from a rookie soldier from the frontier barking orders at the emperor.

So a warrior chosen by the great transcendent being, Tetragrammaton, must possess such a temperament and skill.

Those bound by the characteristically conservative ideology of the celestial realm were considerably shocked by Isaac’s intense first impression, which seemed capable of single-handedly sparking a revolution beyond mere innovation.

If even 3-tier beings reacted this way, how would the heroes of Earth feel?

Swish.

As soon as the SS-rank hero who had finished negotiating(?) with the extraterrestrial races from beyond the heavens returned to the ravaged ground, gazes mixed with fear and joy fixed upon his listless face.

Wasn’t this equivalent to a general from a small nation who had stepped up for a one-on-one duel, seizing the opportunity to establish a non-aggression treaty with a superpower before returning?

Perhaps from now on, they should worship Isaac not as a person but as a guardian deity, even founding a sort of religion.

“Sir Isaac! Really…”

“Shh. Quiet.”

The bright reaction of Musashi, the authentic samurai, was immediately quashed by Gil-seong’s intervention. By now, it was obvious just by looking. That the Leader’s mental state had been completely fried.

Musashi, who had ridden an emotional roller coaster, didn’t even register that he had been spoken to informally by a junior far beneath him, and quickly shut his mouth.

It was because Isaac had begun to walk with an uncomfortable expression.

“I need to rest at home for a bit.”

“Yes! Please leave the cleanup to us.”

Hearing the response of ‘The One’, formerly the world’s strongest hero whose level of protocol had become incredibly intense, Isaac boarded his personal Lever Nexus Jet, escorted by the four members of his unit.

Whoosh― Fwoosh!

The Nexus Jet ascended vertically and flew off towards the distant sky. The heroes left on the ground belatedly realized an important fact.

That the extraterrestrial beings from beyond the heavens were still present in the high altitudes.

Moreover, one of them was the popularly renowned Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, who had lost in a contest of strength against Isaac.

“You lot. Count yourselves lucky.”

The petty stone monkey, displaying a chilling vindictiveness, summoned his equally famous named mount, the Somersault Cloud, mounted it, and disappeared at 100 times the speed of the Nexus Jet.

Similarly, the extraterrestrial beings with angelic wings and the old man in Eastern-style robes flew off towards the distant sky, but the dragon head that had arrived first on Earth fixed its greedy eyes on the ground below.

“You folks, I apologize if I seemed to ignore you earlier. Hehe.”

As they say, timing is everything when it comes to tightrope walking.