Heroine Hunts Heroines-Chapter 127

If that were true, then the danger was immense. But perhaps it was an exaggeration, a bit of overreaction.

“Don’t you think you’re reading too much into this?”

“If we don’t, there’s no other solution.”

“Fair enough. While we don’t know exactly what the Sin fragments do, they seem capable of resurrecting the dead to serve their cause.”

Cha Ji-eun nodded in agreement with Choi’s assessment.

The abilities of necromancers were well-documented, and if the Sin fragments wielded similar powers, it made sense.

“So, are you just going to let those C-rank scrubs march to their deaths? Ha! You disbanded the Air Force and then shoved those discarded Hunters straight into hell?”

“Baekhwa promised to send reinforcements capable of countering Hwangryong.”

Shin Ji-woon frowned as he thought about the C-rank Hunters who had been absorbed into the Taehwa Guild. If this wasn’t sending them to hell, then what was?

“That villain? Can you even trust her? The idea of a monstrous army sounds like an overreach to me. Shit.”

“I can’t send you all into a battle we’re not certain we can win.”

What nonsense. Shin Ji-woon couldn’t believe Choi Cheol-sik was being so cautious and decided to counter him logically.

“Listen, baldy. Think about it. Baekhwa is bringing 50,000 monstrous troops. Add that to the 50,000 Hunters in Korea’s elite guilds. That’s 100,000 combined. Even if those troops are facing Sin-infused enemies, they can still stop 300,000 Chinese Hunters. While they hold the line, we take the mothership, deal with Hwangryong, and then…”

“300,000 is just the vanguard.”

Shin Ji-woon was momentarily speechless.

“...What?”

“There are a million more stationed in Shenyang.”

A million. For other countries, this might sound like an exaggeration, but coming from China, it was believable.

“Those bastards are really trying to wipe us out.”

A million. Even if they somehow managed to handle the 300,000, a million more would exhaust them to their limits.

“Didn’t Ha Jung-seok say there weren’t any conventional weapons left hidden somewhere? After all, we scrapped the missile guidelines with the U.S. and made everything except nukes.”

Indeed, after scrapping the guidelines, Korea had developed every type of missile imaginable. It was enough to deter provocations from both Japan and North Korea.

Unfortunately, all of that was before the Cataclysm hit.

“Most of those were either lost during the Cataclysm or used up to block the gates. No one knows how much of it actually remains.”

“And if anything does, Ha Jung-seok will probably use it when Seoul is truly in danger.”

If the Air Force were to be wiped out and Baekhwa didn’t fulfill her promise, thousands of missiles might rain down on Seoul’s skies.

“Then shouldn’t we just take down Hwangryong as quickly as possible? If Baekhwa keeps her word, this would be the ideal strategy. But if it’s a lie, we’d have to deal with Hwangryong first and then fight 1.3 million troops with broken bodies.”

“Shin Ji-woon, I’m surprised to see you showing patriotism.”

It was shocking to hear Shin Ji-woon, usually selfish and focused solely on his guild, speak like this. Even Noah, from the Baekhap Guild, found it hard to believe.

Perhaps a nation on the brink of destruction brings out the divide between traitors and patriots.

“Our names have already been dragged through the mud. If we don’t fight here, we’ll be socially buried. In this era, where monsters roam even the forests, anyone running away would just end up living as a lunatic in the wilderness. So, we fight until our bones break.”

Shin Ji-woon shrugged as he spoke.

So much for patriotism—it was clearly just a practical calculation.

“Do I have to fight until my pussy falls off, too?”

“Watch your mouth, woman. Such vulgar language.”

Choi Cheol-sik could only watch in frustration as the Hunters continued their side conversations.

“Anyway, once you reach Pyongyang, the military will handle your supplies, and the monstrous troops will assist as well.”

“Can’t we fight further north instead?”

Pyongyang felt too close. Fighting further north would allow them to retreat while wearing down the Chinese Hunters, but Pyongyang seemed more like a last line of defense.

“You’ll have to deal with countless monsters as you head north. The goal is to weaken their forces as much as possible before they reach Pyongyang. If we advance further, we’d end up facing both the monsters and the Chinese Hunters at once.”

“Ah, I hadn’t thought of that.”

They couldn’t afford to lose a single person in a situation like this.

“So stop complaining and head to Pyongyang. Baekhwa joined as a volunteer, so she’ll keep her promise.”

“Well, she seems reliable enough.”

Surely, she wouldn’t abandon the battle, especially when her first love was fighting in Pyongyang.

“I’ll take down Hwangryong and come back soon. Don’t die. Not under any circumstances.”

Seo Ji-yeon read Yoo Eun-ha’s message on her Magical Gear and steeled herself.

The woman who called her a first love would slay Hwangryong. It felt strange to think of a girl in such terms, but Yoo Eun-ha would undoubtedly appear on the battlefield like a prince.

As Seo Ji-yeon reflected on the message, Cha Ji-eun smirked at her disbelief.

“Since when do you side with anyone other than Yoo Jin-seok?”

“Even I have my moments. Speaking of which, where is Jin-seok?”

Seo Ji-yeon brushed off Cha Ji-eun’s teasing and turned to Choi Cheol-sik.

“He went to Pyongyang with Kim Ji-hye. They were the first to deploy, so you all should get ready to move as well.”

With Yoo Jin-seok already deployed, there was no more room for hesitation. Guild Masters led their Hunters, while Association-affiliated and independent Hunters grouped together and headed for Pyongyang.

***

We arrived at the Dragon’s Nest.

{Dragon’s Nest}

“‘Dragon’s Nest’ in Korean? Are you kidding me?”

I couldn’t believe such a place actually existed.

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It felt like one of those moments when a reincarnation fantasy was trending in Japan, and you’d suddenly find something written in Japanese in another world.

Is it okay if I indulge in some patriotic pride here?

“No, let’s get serious this time.”

The Air Force had been sent out, after all. If they were dying out there, I had to do something. The unemployed C-rank Hunters, who had been left jobless after the disbandment of the Hunter Air Force, were now awkwardly piloting fighter jets to fight a dragon. No way would the dragon just sit back and let it happen.

The dungeon entrance was a massive gate built into a giant rock wall, and the doors were enormous—bigger than the gates of the Elven Kingdom’s castle, for sure.

But how do we open it? Could there be an entry condition?

No, finding another way seemed like the better option.

I touched the surface—it felt like it was made of stone.

“There must be some way to open this. Reyna, do you see anything over there?”

“How do we open this?”

“From what I can see—”

At this rate, it would take forever to figure out. While the elf mother and daughter pondered the mechanics of the door behind me, I simply swung my fist at it.

BOOM!

Oh, yeah. The stone door shattered beautifully.

Let’s call that technique the “Dragon-Busting Punch.”

“Well, that worked.”

“Mom, sometimes I seriously wonder if my life has been ruined because of Eun-ha.”

Well, of course. I had no intention of letting go of Reyna anytime soon.

“I feel the same. But, what can you do? It’s not like I had much of a choice.”

“What do you mean?”

“She came to me, looking completely unbothered, and said she’d spend 100 years with me. How could I not fall for her?”

Even I admired myself back then.

I’d declared, without a care in the world, that I’d spend 100 years by her side.

“So it wasn’t a firm decision, just casual?”

“Yeah, as if 100 years was nothing to her for my sake.”

And really, it was nothing. After all, I am Yoo Eun-ha, the author.

“Well, I guess that’s a little enviable.”

Sigh. Women always start talking about love stories when they’re together.

But it couldn’t be helped—they both seemed to like me a lot.

I slid my arms around their waists and pulled them tightly toward me.

“Not just 100 years—I could spend a thousand years with you. That goes for you too, Reyna. So stop saying things like that. It makes me want to devour you.”

Reyna and Rachel blushed deeply, and I casually squeezed their butts.

“Be honest. Was it my body that made those 100 years worth it?”

“What are you talking about? I fell for all of you.”

“Ugh, now’s not the time for this.”

Though Reyna and Rachel tried to brush my hands away, they eventually gave in as I gently caressed them.

With that, I entered the dungeon, fondling the elf mother and daughter’s lower bodies.

“The dungeon interior is surprisingly pleasant.”

No graffiti, no corpses lying around—nothing of the sort.

Back when I was doing Hero and Demon King quests, dungeons often had corpses strewn about. But this one was oddly clean.

“Didn’t Her Majesty mention earlier that the dungeon had been sealed?”

“Is that so?”

As I kneaded the elf duo’s butts, I summoned a few white flames and threw them toward the ceiling.

The floating flames illuminated the surroundings brightly, and, sure enough, there wasn’t anything old or decrepit.

The ceiling was intact, and it seemed like an ordinary dungeon.

Clink.

As I walked, I stepped on something.

Given the circumstances, it was likely a trap.

The moment I realized it was a trap, the ground began to collapse beneath me, and I tilted forward.

“Eun-ha!”

CRASH!

I heard something break as I fell, my body hitting something before landing on the floor.

“Hmm, not hurt at all.”

Well, of course, my body is a dragon’s. A trivial trap like this couldn’t possibly hurt me.

Looking around, I noticed what had broken were iron spikes.

So, it was a spike trap—but they were all rusted through.

“These spikes are all rusted.”

Does this dungeon even qualify as one?

“Eun-ha, are you okay?”

My bitches called out anxiously from above the trap.

Of course, I was fine—there were still too many women I hadn’t conquered to die here.

I spread my wings and flew back up. The pit was fairly deep, but I made it in no time.

“It seems there’s no need to worry about the traps.”

“Why not?”

“This dungeon is way too realistic. It’s not reinforced with mana and seems completely ruined.”

“Then the Evil Dragon must be the real challenge. Usually, in places like this, the boss is terrifying.”

Even the subsequent traps were laughable.

For fun, I triggered a few of them intentionally.

Most were spike traps, and as we walked further, strange skull-headed creatures began to wander around.

Moving skeletons in the wild—a little creepy.

“Oh, I know those. They’re skeleton mobs that show up often in games.”

“Wait, Rachel, you play games?”

“Yeah, in my free time.”

So while your husband works hard outside, you sit at home playing games? I’ll have to scold her later.

“Graaaahh!”

“Creeeeak!”

The skeletons screeched, and there seemed to be about a dozen of them.

I considered finishing them off myself, but Rachel’s papers moved first.

Rustle!

The blank sheets of paper absorbed the skeletons they touched, transforming into pages illustrated with skeletons.

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“Hmph.”

Not to be outdone, Reyna fired spirit arrows, shattering the skeletons.

“It’s nice not having to lift a finger. Feels relaxing.”

It had been a while since I let subordinates handle things.

Oh, right—bitches, not subordinates. Anyway, my women were clearing the traps with ease.

Watching the elf duo handle obstacles so competently, I strolled behind them, admiring their hips as the straight corridor turned into a downward slope.