Sand Mage of the Burnt Desert Chapter 69

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Chapter 69

[TL/N: Nice ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

The mature scent of a woman wafted into his nose.

It was the first ti a woman had leaned in so close to him like this.

Zeon asked, struggling to maintain his composure.

“You know old man Klexi?”

“Do I know? I’m just itching to catch and kill him.”

“Is it that serious?”

“If I could, I would.”

Yoo Se-hee’s gaze turned cold.

The playful deanor she had just monts ago while teasing the rchants was nowhere to be found.

If Zeon were an ordinary person, he might not have been able to breathe properly under her overwhelming presence.

Fortunately, Zeon was not an ordinary person, and he wasn’t weak enough to be overwheld by such a gaze.

Yoo Se-hee also realized that Zeon was not an ordinary person.

Above all, she knew that Klexi would never give his precious card to just so nobody.

“How did you et Klexi?”

“Would you believe if I said it was a coincidence?”

“It seems like you have no intention of telling .”

“So, you don’t believe it either.”

“It’s not you I don’t believe, it’s Klexi. There’s no way he would give his precious card to soone he t by coincidence.”

“It does seem ominous.”

“You seem no less ominous yourself.”

“?”

Zeon wore an expression of injustice.

Yoo Se-hee carefully scrutinized Zeon’s face.

She had to admit at least one thing.

That was, she couldn’t read his thoughts just by looking at his face alone.

It ant that Zeon was thorough in concealing himself.

She might be able to figure it out if she used her unique skills, but she didn’t want to go that far.

Her skills were formidable, but the repercussions of using them were not to be underestimated.

If he had co with a recomndation from Klexi, he probably wasn’t soone who would cause trouble at the Goblin Market.

“What’s your na?”

“It’s Zeon.”

“Where do you live?”

“Are you investigating now?”

“Yeah! Are you not going to answer?”

“I live in the anthill.”

“Shinchon?”

“Yes!”

“Then I guess we’ll be seeing each other often. Alright, you can go now.”

Yoo Se-hee waved her hand as if shooing away a fly.

Zeon said to her, slightly lowering his head.

“Well then….”

Yoo Se-hee watched as Zeon disappeared into the crowd with a sharp gaze.

The Black Lion spoke quietly.

“Should we tail him?”

“No! Klexi has probably already put soone on him. We just need to share information, so there’s no need to waste valuable manpower.”

“Understood.”

The Black Lion acquiesced.

He knew as much about Klexi as Yoo Se-hee did.

Klexi was extrely ticulous and tenacious.

Yoo Se-hee took a step forward.

“The atmosphere around the colony has been chaotic lately. I heard a pack of Fire Wolves attacked an armored bus a few days ago?”

“Yes! Hordes of monsters are increasingly appearing near Neo Seoul. It seems like the rumors about Neo Seoul’s anti-magic field weakening are true.”

What set Neo Seoul apart from other colonies was the presence of an anti-magic field.

For so reason, Neo Seoul had a powerful energy present, which kept the monsters at bay and prevented them from approaching.

Thanks to this, humans could escape the threat of monsters and develop Neo Seoul.

Neo Seoul amplified the anti-magic field into magical barriers, enhancing its effectiveness.

The range of this reinforced anti-magic field exceeded dozens of kiloters.

Thanks to this, not only Neo Seoul but also the slums could be safe from the threat of monsters.

Humanity was able to buy ti and develop cities like now because of the anti-magic field. However, for so reason, the anti-magic field of Neo Seoul was gradually weakening.

As evidence, people heard that monsters were gradually appearing closer to Neo Seoul.

In the past, this would have been unimaginable.

To hunt monsters, teams had to go far from Neo Seoul. But now, monsters were visible not far from Neo Seoul.

The notion that monsters feared approaching Neo Seoul had beco a thing of the past.

Yoo Se-hee looked beyond the towering skyscrapers, beyond the massive wall, where the rulers of Neo Seoul resided.

“What exactly are they doing inside that’s causing the weakening of Neo Seoul’s anti-magic field? Have they already forgotten the lessons of that day?”

Her voice was filled with deep concern.

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[Translator – Peptobismol]

Zeon left the Goblin Market and walked along Yeonnam-ro.

eting Yoo Se-hee, the owner of the Goblin Market, was beyond his expectations.

Zeon thought Yoo Se-hee was incredibly strong.

‘She unleashed lightning magic in an instant.’

Usually, casting magic required so preparation ti.

Magic was essentially the manifestation of thoughts.

Bringing what was envisioned in the mind into reality was the essence of magic.

It usually took ti to manifest thoughts into reality.

Those with exceptional talent might have a very short ti, but for others, it inevitably took longer.

However, Yoo Se-hee didn’t seem to have such a ti gap.

What she did was summon lightning instantly into reality, and even then, it was only with enough force to push Theo and Brixton back without injuring them.

Just the fact that she unleashed the most destructive lightning magic without causing any harm to either side spoke volus about her incredible talent.

Although he didn’t know Yoo Se-hee’s rank, it was undoubtedly at least B-rank or higher.

With that level of power, there would be hardly anyone in this slum who could oppose her.

What was more impressive was the Black Lion accompanying her.

The Black Lion emitted such an intense aura that it made Zeon flinch slightly.

The overwhelming energy filled his body to the point where it overflowed naturally to the outside.

It was the first ti Zeon had seen such a powerful Martial Arts Awakened being in the slums.

The Black Lion subtly reminded Zeon, who had sowhat underestimated the slums, to be cautious.

That alone was enough of an achievent.

Zeon thought he made the right decision to visit the Goblin Market.

He believed that by continuing to use the Goblin Market, he would be able to adequately understand the situation in the slums.

“Haa!”

Zeon returned ho and took off the robe he was wearing.

His ho was still empty.

Apart from the bed and sofa, there was nothing else.

The light bulb flickered uneasily.

It was because the electricity supply was unstable. But once the small mana generator arrived, the situation would change.

Being able to supply power independently would allow the use of various devices, not just the lights.

In a way, it ant enjoying a proper civilization from that point on.

Zeon sat on the sofa, waiting for the mana generator to be delivered.

The rchant had said he’d send it today, so it should arrive soon.

Then it happened.

Boom!

With a trendous explosion, the building shook as if it would collapse at any mont. Glass from the windows shattered and flew into the house.

Zeon frowned and got up from his seat.

Through the broken window, he saw the intersection outside in ruins.

In the middle of the intersection, a truck was on fire.

It was clearly the result of an attack.

Incidents like this were common in this area, so Zeon tried not to pay much attention. But as soon as he saw the pattern on the broken truck, he couldn’t help it.

The truck bore the symbol of a goblin.

The goblin symbol was the symbol of the Goblin Market.

It ant that a transport vehicle from the Goblin Market had been attacked.

‘What if the vehicle?’

Zeon felt a foreboding.

He leaped out of the window without hesitation.

His apartnt was on the eighteenth floor. Nevertheless, he jumped out without a mont’s hesitation.

Just as Zeon’s body was nearing the ground at a terrifying speed…

Sand piled up on one side of the street shot up like a pillar, gently catching his body.

The impact was cushioned using the sand. But there was no one to witness this.

Everyone on the street was too busy watching the burning vehicle to notice.

Zeon hurriedly pushed through the crowd and approached the vehicle.

Fierce flas were raging inside the vehicle, making it difficult for people to get close.

Their faces were filled with greed.

“Damn it! There must be valuable stuff inside there, right?”

“If only the fire would weaken a bit.”

They had no intention of extinguishing the flas engulfing the vehicle.

They were only concerned with how to get close enough to steal whatever was inside.

No one cursed them out.

It was the nature of the slums itself.

Zeon pushed past such people and approached the vehicle.

The intense flas engulfed his body, but they had no effect on him.

Zeon finally reached the front of the vehicle.

The first thing he checked was the driver’s seat.

Two bodies were already lting on the driver’s and passenger’s seats.

One of them was the rchant from the Goblin Market whom Zeon had dealt with.

A long slash wound was clearly visible on the rchant’s neck.

It was evident that they had been killed before the vehicle exploded.

Zeon furrowed his brow and returned to the cargo compartnt.

The cargo compartnt door was wide open, spewing out fierce flas. Although his vision was obscured by flas and smoke, Zeon clearly saw that the cargo compartnt was empty.

“Ha!”

Zeon sighed deeply.

It was clear that the mana generator he was supposed to receive had been stolen.

With the rchant dead, there was no possibility of receiving compensation for his loss.

“What kind of bastards dare to…?”

His expression turned sharp.

He wanted to live quietly if possible. That’s why he tried to overlook minor incidents.

But the theft of his mana generator was not sothing he could easily overlook.

He had to find and punish the attackers and recover the mana generator.

First and foremost, it was urgent to identify the attackers who had stolen the mana generator.

Zeon surveyed the area around the burning vehicle.

Not far away, he found a piece of tal debris.

It was clearly not a part of the vehicle.

The surface of the tal debris, scorched by the fire, bore the inscription “FB130―.” Although the rest was not visible, this alone was enough of a clue.

Soone had attacked the vehicle, killed the rchant and his entourage, stolen the mana generator, and then destroyed the vehicle in an explosion to erase all evidence.

Even if the Goblin Market did an investigation, no one would assu that the mana generator was stolen; they would simply think it burned along with the vehicle.

Fortunately, Zeon arrived before the flas completely engulfed the transport vehicle; otherwise, the truth would have been completely consud by the fire.

Zeon turned away from the flas and moved on.

There was no point in asking the people who were blinded by greed.

Zeon knew he had to ask the people at the bottom of this street about what was happening.

Fortunately, he knew them well.

Zeon headed towards the shady parts of the street.

At first glance, it seed chaotic, but even here, there were addresses.

However, the thod of assigning addresses was different, making it difficult to find for those not familiar with the area.

Zeon navigated his mory as he walked.

After passing through several alleys, he arrived at a warehouse on the ground floor of a large building.

Zeon opened the warehouse door without hesitation and walked in.

“What the hell?”

“Who the hell cos in without permission?”

There was an abrupt and rough response.

Inside the warehouse, there were n sitting around, emanating a tense atmosphere.

They expressed hostility towards the uninvited intruder. However, as soon as they saw Zeon’s face, the hostility vanished instantly.

“Keuk!”

“You?”

Their faces turned pale.

The warehouse was the lair of Red Skull.

The ones who paled at the sight of Zeon were none other than Jo Sang-hyuk and his subordinates.

Jo Sang-hyuk, the leader of the Red Skull, stuttered.

“Uh, why are you here, sir? I told all my little brothers, I don’t think we’ve done anything wrong…”

Zeon said to Jo Sang-hyuk.

“I have sothing to ask. Do you have a mont?”

“Of course.”

Jo Sang-hyuk nodded his head at lightning speed.

[Translator – Peptobismol]