Chapter 102 - Another (1)

Chapter 102: Another (1)

Skin Mask Shop. There are very few people in the back of the world in Simyang City knew this place. Bak Jongse visited regularly every year to replace his mother, Kin Oyun’s Skin Mask. It was always amazing when he visited there. Skin Mask, sophisticated enough to question whether it was really made of human skin, was filling the walls of the trading store. One wonder is that the price of Skin Mask with these sophisticated technologies was not as expensive as he thought. And every time they went, they were always the only guests.

In any case, it was Bak Jongse who visited regularly and memorized the faces of employees.

“Hey, how did you ended up here?”

According to the Captain Neung Domyong, this is a place where only first-class criminals was locked up. It was strange that he was held where he was tortured for information. Of course, from the public security office’s perspective, making Skin Mask, which can be abused for any purpose, could be considered a crime, but it was hardly a first-degree crime.

“NNgh.”

His pronunciation seemed strange as he spoke. Bak Jongse took off his mask, but he was still talking strangely. Bak Jongse then took a closer look.

“Damn!”

The man’s tongue was cut off. To be exact, he seemed to have bit it attempting to kill himself.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

The man whose tongue was cut clung to Bak Jongse, floundering his arm. He wanted to say something in a hurry, but his pronunciation was hard to understand.

“Get out of the way.”

When Bak Jongse stepped down, Chun Yeowun used his finger like a sword and had cut all handcuffs off from the man.

‘!!!’

The man became surprised. This was not an easy item to cut because it was made of special alloys. Of course, it didn’t mean much to Chun Yeowun.

It was also a short time to be surprised, and the man with his tongue cut fell to the floor in a hurry and pretended to write something down with his fingers. Slowly, one stroke, one stroke.

[H E L P]

Chun Yeowun and Bak Jongse said at the same time.

“Help?”

The letters written on the ground by a man whose tongue was cut were asked for help.

“NNNGH.”

The man nodded, and tried to write another letter again. Then Chun Yeowun suddenly grabbed his neck with his right hand.

“UGH!”

“Ah!”

The man whose tongue was cut off by the sudden action, including Bak Jongse, was also shocked, Chun Yeowun told him.

“Tell me.”

“NNNGH?”

“I can understand you, so speak.”

‘!?’

At Chun Yeowun’s remark, the eyes of the man grew bigger. Chun Yeowun understood exactly what even the man himself could not understand because his pronunciation was completely dumb.

‘But, how?’

It was due to the ability of Nano. It was possible because Chun Yeowun put his hand on his vocal cords, analyzing what Nano was trying to say through his vocal cords and mouth.

“NNNGH?”

[Can you really understand?]

As it is now, Nano’s voice made his words heard in his head.

“Stop talking nonsense and just say what you want to say.”

“NBNNghnngh! Nnnngh!”

[Please help me! We’re running out of time.]

“What does that mean we don’t have time?”

The man said to Chun Yeowun’s question, then looked at Bak Jongse.

[Our store owner is in danger.]

Though the tone of the voice, which was deafening because of its lack of pronunciation, was filled with urgency, the Nano’s voice was, ironically, without a change in tone, so it was emotionless.

“He’s saying store owner is in danger.”

Bak Jongse then responded with expression of incomprehensibility.

“What? Store owner? Why- what had happened?”

When asked such a question by Bak Jongse, the man said with tears in his eyes.

[Please! I don’t have time for this. Please help me. Please, as a same Cultist.]

“Cultist?”

Chun Yeowun frowned. He called himself a “Cultist” unless his ears were wrong.

“Did you just say Cultist?”

“Uhh…”

The man mumbled at Chun Yeowun’s question.

‘Can I trust him?’

The public position on Black Sky Company, or Great Demonic Cult, was not so good as to say it was the worst. So they never reveal who they are unless it’s a case of emergency. However, Chun Yeowun seemed to be reliable since he was with Bak Jongse.

[I’m a Cultist at Great Demonic Cult.]

This man was Cultist of Great Demonic Cult?’

Bak Jongse’s eyes shook. He was the one who thought they were simply people on the Skin Mask Store until now. If it was so why hasn’t the Great Demonic Cultist identified himself for so long?

Chun Yeowun then asked.

“Which Clan?”

The man stared at Chun Yeowun in surprise. He was afraid that Chun Yeowun maybe a Cultist from different warring faction.

‘Was he also a Cultist?…What if he’s a different faction?’

The Great Demonic Cult was now in dispute, divided into three factions. He was in a position of caution. Whatever he hesitated about, he soon revealed his Clan that it was not a matter to be questioned.

[I belong to Ghost Illusion Clan.]