I Became a Disaster-Class Sorcery Genius

Raising Hell (2)

The black markets established in the outer district are called lawless zones because they aren't under the protection of Goseon.

However, even though they are situated in such lawless zones, there are three places where not a single fight ever breaks out.

Specifically, they are the two black markets and one arena located in the outer district.

Despite the clear fact that there's a heavy flow of people, the reason fights don't erupt in these places like they do elsewhere is simple: those three locations are 'managed'.

And not just by your ordinary criminal gangs.

But by one of the so-called Three Great Factions of the Pantheon: Twisted Evil (怪惡).

Because of this, even the criminals who reside in the Pantheon refrain from causing any trouble in the black markets or the arena.

If someone living in the Pantheon starts a commotion in either of those places, it's basically no different from saying, "Please, just kill me."

The same goes for outsiders who come to use the black markets or this illegal arena.

That's why the arena and the black markets can exist openly on the main streets of the Pantheon with hardly any notable incidents.

And Dan, knowing all this, could only say,

"Do you even know what you've just done right now?"

Dan couldn't help but speak as he stared at Kim Dojun.

"Why?"

Kim Dojun, wearing a remarkably calm expression, replied as if he had no idea what he'd done.

At that, Dan spoke with an expression that looked like he was about to lose his mind.

"What you just did is practically the same as making an enemy out of Twisted Evil, one of the Three Great Factions of the Pantheon...!"

Dan's face made it clear he could hardly believe if all this was real.

Kim Dojun might not get it, but for Dan, who had some knowledge of the underground, twisted Evil was an entity he absolutely did not want to get involved with.

"Why are you so serious?"

But Kim Dojun remained unruffled, even looking at Dan as if wondering what was making him so worried.

"We haven't even started yet."

He said that, then quickly smiled.

... A little, wicked smile.

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Twisted Evil's management of the two black markets and the one arena is based in the outer district.

Because of Twisted Evil's fearsome reputation, incidents almost never occur. Still, just in case, they could not leave their facilities unattended.

As such, the management office for the outer district was placed somewhere close by, so they could rush over immediately if anything ever did happen.

"Ah."

Except for the guards who took shifts on patrol every day, the practical manager overseeing all three facilities was—

"So fucking dull."

Lee Kang, a sorcerer dubbed "Gluttony", and the fifth successor in the ongoing Ryuoh family succession struggle, was downright bored.

'Just how much longer do I have to put up with this bullshit?'

The main reason he went and bowed his head to Twisted Evil, joining the Pantheon's Three Great Factions, was really the succession battle.

The Ryuoh family's succession struggle.

A fate placed upon all ten with the Ryuoh bloodline—regardless of whether they wanted it or not, if you had their blood, you had to take part. Lee Kang was no exception.

Of course, that didn't mean he was dragged into it unwillingly.

On the contrary, he rather enjoyed this situation.

He always complained he was bored, but deep down, he thought that, honestly, this wasn't such a bad deal for him right now.

After all, he never wanted anything except to have some power and enough money to live the rest of his life in comfort.

What he was unhappy with in this situation, however, was...

'If these bastards make a promise, they could at least hurry up and keep it.'

The root of the problem was the contract with Twisted Evil.

When he joined Twisted Evil, he made a deal.

The contract was simple:
If Lee Kang won the Ryuoh succession struggle, he would hand over exactly 40% of the Ryuoh family's share in China's underworld to Twisted Evil.

Anyone from the Ryuoh family who heard this would probably look at him like he was completely insane, but Lee Kang felt no shame.

He never had any intention of leading the Ryuoh family as a whole.

All he wanted was a certain amount of authority and enough wealth to do as he pleased for the rest of his life.

'And I can get that, even if I give Twisted Evil 40%.'

With that mindset, he had signed the contract without hesitation, but Twisted Evil had done nothing for months since then, which was starting to get on his nerves.

"Tsk."

Of course, even so, he was still in the inferior position, so he had no right to complain, so he just endured.

'Still, if things remain quiet much longer, I'll have to bring it up.'

Lee Kang thought this as he recalled one of Twisted Evil's two bosses with whom he had made the contract.

As he idly let these thoughts continue—

─────rattle!

Suddenly, the entire management office began to shake with a vibration strong enough to be felt throughout the room.

"?"

Lee Kang unconsciously made a confused face.

─────thud!

But as he was about to drift back into his thoughts, an enormous but muffled noise sounded right on the heels of the tremor, raising a question mark in his mind, but he decided it was probably nothing.

Only, moments later—

─────thud!

"What the hell?"

His expression hardened with a second massive impact.

He was about to leave his office to check the situation, heading toward the window, when—

Bang-!

Just as he was about to swear, a guard burst dramatically through the door of the management office.

"It's serious!"

Even before Lee Kang could speak, the guard snatched the initiative, his face filled with anxiety and urgency.

"Some lunatic just destroyed the black market...!"

"... What?"

Lee Kang opened his mouth as if he couldn't comprehend what he was hearing.

As the guard was about to explain further—

Bang-!

Another guard, bursting in the same way, yelled,

"Chief! We've got a huge problem...! Some lunatic showed up and wrecked the arena!!!"

"What...?"

His urgent voice truly conveyed that they were fucked.

And as Lee Kang started to display his first genuinely serious expression—

─────BANG!

Another thunderous crash rang out.

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"...."

Dan gazed blankly at the scene before his eyes.

"U, uwaaaagh!"

"Everybody run!"

"We're all gonna die at this rate!!!"

It was utter pandemonium, chaos made real.

No, it wasn't just chaos.

The scene before him was a straight-up warzone.

The first thing in sight was crowds of people frantically running in all directions.

All around them, concrete debris rolled about pathetically.

"...."

And shifting his gaze, he saw what was once the arena.

It was no longer an arena.

It was what had "been" an arena.

Nothing remained of Twisted Evil's arena but ruins.

And that wasn't all.

If you looked just to the side, there was also what had once "been" a black market, a sibling to the arena in scale.

No, at this point, calling it what had once been a black market was giving it too much credit—a more accurate term would be ruins, the original structure was completely obliterated.

Looking straight ahead again—

"Uwaaaagh! T-the scorpion mask guy is coming this way!"

"E-everybody run!!!"

Criminals fled in terror from the man in the scorpion mask.

The same Kim Dojun who had turned both the arena and the black market into ruins was now approaching what remained of Twisted Evil's last operating black market, about to make it another "former" black market.

... No, in truth, he was already in the process.

He had already thrown the debris from the collapsed arena onto the black market, tossing the remnants with his own hands.

"...."

Honestly, when Kim Dojun smashed the black market, Dan didn't feel admiration at his strength—his mind was overtaken by the thought that he was totally screwed.

As if destroying the black market wasn't enough, he'd reduced it to complete ruins.

However, by the time Kim Dojun promptly destroyed the arena right after, Dan found himself honestly, purely admiring his strength.

Dan also knew Kim Dojun was strong.

He hadn't seen it himself since he was a second-year, but he'd heard the stories—how Kim Dojun handled a greater evil spirit on his own and held off numerous attacks from the malignant spirit, Gatura of Salvation.

'Still, I didn't expect him to be this much of an outlier...'

KWAANG—!!!

As Dan thought this, watching the black market crumble with a crash from Kim Dojun's fist,

Kim Dojun, who had accurately targeted the pillars to reduce two buildings to their primordial state in an instant, was thinking,

'It's about time they show up.'

Looking around, he considered his situation.

He was, of course, well aware that this black market belonged to Twisted Evil and knew perfectly what would happen if he went on a rampage here.

No, he didn't just know—he could even predict who would show up in response.

Yet he kept at it for a reason: his plan.

'Besides, if I want to draw out Lee Kang of the Ryuoh family, there's no help for it.'

If he was going to make Dan the successor, he needed to beat the successors one by one in front of him.

With that in mind, Kim Dojun lifted his fist once again—

"!"

He realized a massive shadow had appeared under him and immediately leaped backward.

KWA-BOOOOM!

With a thunderous roar, a black figure appeared before his eyes.

First thing he noticed: the writhing body.

Next: dozens of mouths and sharp teeth formed haphazardly across its surface.

As soon as he saw that, Kim Dojun smiled.

He knew exactly what had landed before him.

'Tam (貪)'

It was the same Shikigami as Dan's, Tam.

More importantly, the shape of Tam in front of him was identical to the one belonging to Lee Kang, a Ryuoh successor he'd seen in the game.

"So you finally show up."

Kim Dojun turned his head with a smile.

Before long, from that direction—

"... If you're going to deliver a present, you could at least do it a little more quietly."

Came Lee Kang, his face deeply furrowed, followed by several dozen sorcerers.

Yet—

Seeing this, Kim Dojun only smiled more.

"Thanks."

"?"

"I was getting tired of smashing things with just my fists. This is perfect."

With that, he vanished.

In the next instant,

Kim Dojun appeared at Tam's legs, seized it,

"!?"

And the gigantic form of Tam began to rise into the air.

-------------= Clacky's Corner -------------=
This novel is just Wreck-it-Ralph in sorcerer world...
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