Level 4 Human in a Ruined World

Chapter 163

[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]

Chapter 163: Hot Night (7)

“No, that… ”

“…Uh?”

“That’s impossible.”

The figure appeared on television.

However, no one in the audience dared to confirm it with their own eyes.

Firstly, because it was so unrealistic that they couldn’t believe their eyes, and secondly, they suddenly felt afraid.

What if they mentioned his name, and he heard it?

So, they all ended up deferring to each other to be the first eyewitness.

Finally, Jeonggu called out his name.

“Hey, isn’t that bastard… Kim Jong-un?”

After his name was called out, the man on the screen finally became ‘Kim Jong-un’.

This prompted people in front of the television to start mentioning the name in question.

“Is that really him?”

“Why is Kim Jong-un there?”

“Is it really him?”

In response, Yeongwoo snatched the remote from Jeonggu and hammered an idea into everyone’s mind.

“Yes, it’s Kim Jong-un.”

“Really?”

“Huh…?”

Kim Jong-un.

The General Secretary of the Workers’ Party of Korea and Chairman of the State Affairs Commission.

But now, he was an exiled figure, having received mass votes from North Korean residents and banished from this world.

Or rather, a future enemy waiting to return as a mutant.

“I went to North Korea myself to hear it directly. Kim Jong-un is also a mutant. He’s planning to return after becoming a Geumgang Yaksha.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“What’s a Geumgang Yaksha?”

“Well…”

Yeongwoo hesitated as he attempted to describe Kim Jong-un on the screen.

His current appearance was just like the human form Yeongwoo knew from before.

‘Ah, mutants still maintain their human appearance in the waiting room.’

Was it a principle similar to the returnee’s room where friends resided?

“…”

Yeongwoo reluctantly spread his arms wide, making a gesture that seemed to scare people.

“He’s a monster with six arms, wielding six weapons. And he has three heads.”

“Three heads?”

Jeonggu reacted to Yeongwoo’s description of Kim Jong-un’s transformation.

“Then, does he come out with your grandpa and great-grandpa’s heads too?”

“My goodness.”

“Hey, what are you talking about in front of the kids?”

Seok, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, protested.

However, Yeongwoo was surprised by the unexpected perspective.

“Huh…? That could be possible, right? Why did they choose ‘Kim Jong-un’ out of all those monsters?”

If that were true, Kim Jong-un’s return would be the worst event for the North Korean residents.

They would witness all three generations of the Kim family who had oppressed them at once.

–The significance of the current existence of Pyongyang’s Strongest Sword is the assassination of the General Secretary. Most people are waiting for that.

According to Jo Seonghu, now a deceased Shinuiju Strongest Sword, killing Kim Jong-un is what most North Korean residents wish for.

‘It would definitely be a huge event.’

Even the Strongest Sword asked Yeongwoo to take care of things before leaving.

―But what if I end up killing the Strongest Sword of Pyeongyang before the duel?

―Unfortunately, if that were to happen… at least you should support our wish, shouldn’t you?

Yeongwoo thought that this was a moment that well demonstrated how much the survivors of North Korea feared and hated Kim Jong-un.

‘What else would Kim Jong-un do after he finishes organizing North Korea? He’ll probably come south.’

Moreover, ironically, even without the Strongest Sword’s testament, Yeongwoo was destined to confront Kim Jong-un anyway.

Coincidentally, the title of ‘Joseon’s Strongest Sword’, originally meant for the confrontation with Kim Jong-un, was now with Yeongwoo.

“Yeongwoo!”

Finally, Seok sharply called out Yeongwoo’s name, snapping him back to reality.

“What about the kids’ dad? Didn’t you say you’ll let them see my husband?”

Kim Jong-un continued his chilling soliloquy on the screen.

That was why she urgently asked to change the channel.

“Oh, right. I’m sorry.”

Yeongwoo glanced at Kim Jong-un on the screen.

Seeing him plotting revenge in that grim space, Yeongwoo thought he understood why the returnees from other worlds were so angry.

Click!

As Yeongwoo changed the channel with the remote, a black screen appeared again.

“Huh.”

“W-What’s this now…?”

People in the audience made terrified expressions.

After witnessing the spectacle of Kim Jong-un, everyone in this place had become aware of what they were seeing was by no means a regular television.

Therefore.

“Uh, Yeongwoo?”

“What’s this?”

Everyone in this place turned their gaze to Yeongwoo, who had the most extraordinary experience from another world.

In response, Yeongwoo said.

“Um, well…”

He watched as a slowly appearing square logo emerged on the previously pitch-black screen.

Then, he suddenly realized, this channel was associated with the intergalactic adult content production company “Lemu.”

“This is the Lemu logo.”

As Yeongwoo muttered almost as if possessed, Seok asked,

“Lemu…? What’s that?”

Yeongwoo couldn’t help but look at Seok’s children.

How could he possibly say that we were watching intergalactic adult content in front of them?

In a proper manner.

Then, after the Lemu logo disappeared, an instruction message in a language understandable to Earthlings appeared.

「It’s a paid channel. To make a payment, please pick up the phone and dial 992 0909#.」

‘As expected.’

As expected, this seemed to be the adult channel broadcasting Lemu’s content, and it required payment to access it.

“…”

Yeongwoo’s gaze naturally drifted towards the phone by the bedside.

Until now, he had only used it for wake-up calls, but it seemed that you could also make payments with it.

“Should we switch to the next channel for now? It seems like Kim Taejoon isn’t here.”

When Yeongwoo suggested this, Jeonggu jumped up as if to say, “What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Hey, you’re rich, aren’t you? Aren’t you curious about this?”

“…Please be quiet. We don’t have time, so let’s just move on for now.”

After gesturing for Jeonggu to be quiet, Yeongwoo manipulated the remote again.

Click!

Finally, the channel Yeongwoo wanted appeared.

In an instant, the screen turned completely white.

“Huh.”

“Whoa, what’s this?”

[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]

As everyone, except Yeongwoo, shielded their eyes from the suddenly bright screen, voices from people came through the television speaker.

―To be fooled by such a young brat at my age.

―I guess it’s natural to have such thoughts at this point. It’s hard to know how much time has passed.

It was none other than the voices of General Kim Younghyeom and Hong Yeongtae.

“Oh… General.”

Yeongwoo took a step closer to the television with joy.

General Kim Younghyeom, like other ‘friends,’ was also in human form inside the returnee’s room.

―When is he going to call us?

―Nobody knows for sure. We just have to wait. Would you like me to turn the hourglass?

Hong Yeongtae handed over a large hourglass rolling around his heel.

And when Kim Younghyeom, who received the hourglass, held it, he was entirely white, reminiscent of his appearance as a mutant.

He was wearing white pajamas, and even his hair and eyebrows were dyed white.

―Damn it!

When Kim Younghyeom, who had been holding the hourglass, couldn’t bear it any longer and threw the clock to the ground, Kim Taejoon, who was walking from afar, picked it up and placed it upright again.

―Are you really angry? I was like that at first too.

Kim Taejoon’s voice was transmitted through the television, frightening his family members who were looking at the screen.

“Honey?”

“Oh, Dad!”

“Dad…!”

Moreover, weren’t they complete humans on the screen, not mutants?

For Kim Taejoon’s family, it couldn’t have been a more joyful moment.

The only regret was.

‘It’s one-way communication. Still, it would be better if they got a television from that side.’

Yeongwoo looked at Seok and her two children, feeling a bit disappointed.

Of course, there was no guarantee that televisions purchasable in the returnee’s room would broadcast this side of the world.

‘But the probability is quite high. At least one of the several channels should show this side.’

As Yeongwoo was thinking this, Kim Taejoon on the screen started talking about television.

―By the way, when can we buy our television?

It was a timing of lines as if the family unconsciously felt they were being watched.

At this, Yeongtae took out what looked like a white menu while laying on his buttocks.

―Well… The points we get each time we participate vary so much that it’s hard to predict.

―No, we can still calculate the average.

This furious voice was from General Kim Younghyeom.

―Since the amount of points we receive depends on our achievements, if we fight Kim Jong-un as you wish, General, we can solve it all in one shot, right?

―Oh, that’s right. We haven’t fought that bastard yet.

The magic word, the three letters of Kim Jong-un, softened General Kim Younghyeom’s anger a bit.

―If we average it out, it should be about two more times in the future? A television is quite expensive.

Yeongtae calmed down the two middle-aged men as a veteran.

―But didn’t we wait quite a bit already? He should be calling soon, right?

Hong Yeongtae boasted an incredible sense of feeling.

In fact, if they entered the night dungeon soon, they would be called.

‘At this point, I should call them even if I don’t need to.’

As Yeongwoo was fiddling with the whistle, Jeonggu approached cautiously and asked,

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“What on earth is all this? Who’s inside there?”

“Oh.”

Apparently, Jeonggu wasn’t completely aware of ‘friends’ and the whistle.

“Those people are mutants.”

“What?”

“Strictly speaking, they used to be mutants. Now, they’re my colleagues.”

Yeongwoo explained that if he blew the whistle, three former mutants would appear.

“Aii, this bastard really thinks I’m a fool.”

At this, Jeonggu naturally didn’t believe it.

It was such a radical claim that even as a current Strongest Sword, it was hard to accept.

“Do you think you can just call mutants like it’s nothing? Does that make sense?”

“I have a sword that flies on its own. Can’t I summon mutants?”

“Hey, that’s a completely different story.”

As he said this, Jeonggu rolled his eyes.

He was imagining the scene where mutants would jump out when the whistle was blown.

Since he was Jeong Yeongwoo’s biological father, he couldn’t help it, so his curiosity was enormous.

“Instead of that, have you considered going to the dungeon? You were about to say something earlier before you drank it.”

As Yeongwoo tried to wrap up the dungeon talk since the topic came up, Jeonggu awkwardly took a step back.

“Why are you so persistent in bothering me like this?”

“Why did you even give birth to me? You should have listened to Father and started a business so you could receive blessings.”

“No, I keep saying this, but I…”

As Jeonggu tried to deny his son’s existence again, Yeongwoo interrupted his dialogue.

“Level 1 supporting role.”

“What?”

“Father is a Level 6 extra. But according to the destiny book, Mother was a Level 1 supporting role.”

“….!”

At Yeongwoo’s words, not only Jeonggu but everyone in the bedroom concealed their presence and listened intently.

“Level 6 humans generally don’t live a good life. So the relationship with a Level 1 supporting role must be a very special event. It’s a story that you wouldn’t easily forget.”

“What are you talking about now, and such words should…”

Flustered, Jeonggu looked around, his face dripping with cold sweat.

In this place, there was Seok, her two children, and even Jongsu and the current police officer Lwon Taeyoung, whom he had just met today.

However, this insane orphan who had experienced everything from pre-birth to interstellar warfare didn’t know when to back down.

“Tell me, Father! Have you ever met a woman who’s difficult to find in a horoscope? Not even once…!”

[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]