Past Life Returner

There was a time in Korea when society was noisy due to an agreement between the World Awakened Association and UN member states. The Korean citizens had been raving about the government bringing the sanctuary of extraterritoriality into the country regardless of their will.

However, Jonathan thought differently. From his perspective, the sanctuary in Korea was the residential complex ‘Apgujeong Jeonil Nobles Park’ because the former and current executives of the Jeonil Group were concentrated there.

To reside in the complex, individuals had to undergo a qualification screening process where only their family background and societal status were taken into account. A discerning interviewer, stationed at one end of the management office within the complex, conveyed the impression that only individuals belonging to the upper echelons of Korean Society would be considered.

Therefore, they solely approved applications from individuals with political or business affiliations, as well as high-ranking public officials.

Judging the residents? It was the hotbed of class racism.

In addition, outsiders had to carry their ID cards and go through procedures to get into the complex, and it was no exception to even the residents’ guests. They had no choice but to waste so much time at the entrance, and being a prosecutor or police investigator was not an exception.

As such, Nobles Park was built in a structure that controlled and quarantined outsiders. Jonathan looked down from the roof of the tower and thought he wanted to bring this structure to tax avoidance factories in New York and Panama. If Odin wanted to avoid oppressing the people with military force, then he had to be cautious of the direction in which the wind was blowing.

For instance, the results of the presidential elections in Korea and the United States were different from what the club had anticipated. As a result, if the general public found out that the Day of Advent, the financial conflicts with China, and space exploration to be unremarkable subjects, they may end up turning their attention to examining the vast riches of the financial empires.

Such a movement had started all over the world. Then, the government would be compelled to pretend, with some officials possibly exhibiting genuine concern rather than just putting up a facade. Moral dilemmas could arise, and certain individuals might exploit the situation for personal gain and use it as a springboard to advance their own interests.

There was a high chance that those who didn’t know the existence of the club would move more aggressively. If they showed up at the imperial complex with search warrants, then the security procedures in Apgujeong Jeonil Nobles Park was the perfect way to buy time as they would waste a lot of time here at the entrance.

In the meantime, he could destroy data or evacuate employees who were closely involved in the defense of the Day of Advent. That was probably why Jamie had designed the place like this.

Jonathan muttered, “It’s not bad.”

He was beginning to like Jamie’s work.

She has become…more like a member of the club.

He hadn’t been interested in her before, but this way, she might have understood the direction in which Odin wanted to rule the world. That explained why he appointed her, a mere figurehead, as a member of the club.

As soon as he realized that he wanted to talk with her in person after completing this task, the light was turned off on the floor where Odin’s parents lived. The Korean drama they enjoyed watching usually ended around this time.

11 PM. Jonathan shifted his gaze further up from there. There was only one room on each floor, so the closest place to them were the floors above and below them.

Jonathan’s Sense easily picked out the Savior’s people, who were fully armed with A-class items. However, he had no intention of letting them know that Sun’s parents were being targeted as his job was to erase the fact that it had ever happened.

It was D-Day. Jonathan took out the returning stone.

***

Dresner Rothschild regained consciousness after fainting from pain. He let out a scream, but it was abruptly muffled by a large hand that covered his mouth and nose, causing Dresner to briefly experience what it felt like to suffocate.

Although his eyes were uncovered, his vision didn’t return. Only a dark red light pulsed as an increasing pain spread through him. He felt like he was going to be out of breath. He heard a sound coming from a distant nightmare.

“Stay quiet. Then, I will let you breathe.”

Dresner managed to stop struggling. When he was able to breathe again, some of the teeth that were rolling in his mouth touched his throat. When he coughed out the blood and teeth, Dresner could see a face close to him. Only then did he realize that his vision had returned.

At first, his vision was still murky, preventing him from seeing the face clearly. He could barely discern that the person was muscular, and only their merciless eyes appeared to be hovering in the air.

Dresner’s heart pounded faster and he realized something.

Ah!

It was around the time of this year’s club meeting. It was an important conference as it was the first meeting they had since the Day of Advent.

Despite his desire to attend, he had been forced to delegate someone else to represent him due to the intrusion of someone with these merciless eyes into his bedroom. Dresner had a hunch that the same guy had come again to enact something violent this time!

“Dresner Rothschild.”

The perpetrator called him again.

“Dresner Rothschild.”

Dresner felt a sense of unease that sent shivers down his spine from the man’s calm voice. He knew all too well that this was the most dangerous situation.

Due to his broken teeth, the blood mixed in his saliva, and the excruciating pain from his cheekbones to his lower jaw, it took a considerable amount of time for his vision to fully recover.

Probably because he had never been so helplessly exposed to such violence, Dresner was focused on the sour taste of blood and severe pain. He couldn’t remember what he had been doing before encountering this guy. He forgot if he had been sleeping or working.

All that was clear was that he was lying on the floor and being threatened by a mysterious man. He blinked multiple times on purpose, and it helped him to see the man’s face more clearly. When he finally recognized him, Dresner had a wake-up call in his head!

Jonathan!

Then, a stack of papers was hurled in Dresner’s direction, hitting him in the face and causing the papers to scatter about. When the papers struck his mouth, blood immediately flowed.

Whenever he breathed heavily as if he was shrieking, the last piece of paper that remained on his face was fluttering without falling off. In the parts where blood hadn’t soaked in, the word GOLD was as clear as day. These documents were supposed to be in a safe as weapons to attack Odin one day.

Dresner quickly took the paper off his face and checked the face.

“...Do you want gold?”

The name Jonathan kept spinning in his head.

“I’m asking if you want gold, Jonathan.”

His pronunciation wasn’t clear because of his missing and broken teeth. Jonathan didn’t reply. Every time Jonathan clenched and opened his fist, embers blazed in his hands. It looked like he was practicing the movements to murder Dresner.

Dresner already knew that this was a life-threatening situation. The quietness outside the hallway made it sound even more like he was in a morgue. The only sound he heard was the door creaking with its hinges twisted.

Dresner said in a hurry, “Odin is strict in the use of force by the Awakened. You are making a big mistake, Jonathan. How dare you come…”

Jonathan interrupted tersely, “I’m here because of Kubera to take out the trash. Is that a good enough reason?”

A painful cough burst out of Dresner’s mouth again. His eyes popped out, and he became speechless as if he was being strangled by a noose.

Kubera, Kubera, Kubera!

Dresner wondered whether it would have been wiser to not have listened to the response. Ever since he heard that name, he had ventured too far to turn back. Similar to Joshua von Karjan, it was rumored that Jonathan Hunter had ruled for many years as a terrifying monarch.

Dresner felt like an intense heat radiating off him when Jonathan sat next to him. Jonathan’s piercing gaze held a simmering anger that seemed to threaten to burst into flames at any moment.

Fear swept through his body, and without giving it much thought, Drenser blurted out a word, fearing that the silence would hasten his death.

“I… I don’t know what you are misunderstanding… but…why do you think the association and club exist? Odin is breaking the rules he wanted to keep himself. Is this really what he wants? Suppressing his assistant by force behind the scenes? Take me to Odin. I want to face him in person and clear up the misunderstanding.”

Jonathan responded coldly, “That’s too bad. He doesn’t know anything, Dresner. I can deal with idiots like you. Get up.”

Dresner slowly raised his upper body as Jonathan gestured for him to get up. As Jonathan also straightened himself up and headed to the desk, Dresner couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

Why have I not seen this until now?

Dresner found an arm drooping under his desk and started trembling in dread. The excruciating torment that the body had endured before succumbing to death was evidenced by the bloodstains left behind. He was Dresner’s closest aide, the butler of the family. Only then did Dresner realize that Jonathan had spent a lot of time in the mansion before waking him up.

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Jonathan gestured towards the desk and directed Dresner to take a seat on the chair. Dresner did as he was told.

Multiple contracts were signed on the monitor. Among them, the most noticeable were jobs closely related to non-profit foundations that Dresner established for tax avoidance. Over two days, important family assets were being swept to the foundations. In other words, Dresner had fainted for two days. In the meantime…

The family is breaking apart…

Dresner looked at the butler, who was dead in front of his feet, with resentment. Then, he found his crypto chip plugged into the computer and turned his head toward Jonathan. He wanted to say that this was a robbery.

This was the greatest robbery of all time, but the chilling silence that enveloped the entire mansion kept him quiet. Not only that, whether it was somber madness or a clear belief, but there was also a very determination in Jonathan’s eyes.

Dresner whispered like he was moaning, “Even Odin cannot run the world with only a few aides. What would the other members think of today? If you are going to keep the world under capitalism…”

Jonathan sneered. “You mean we have to give you a chance to explain everything in front of people.”

“Yes.”

“Think again, Dresner. Do you really want to stand in front of Odin? You are not that foolish to be unaware of the opportunity in front of you right now.”

“...”

“Have you ever stepped on a rotten tomato and popped it?” Jonathan asked.

“...”

“If Odin realizes what you have done, your family will explode, just like that.”

Dresner’s heart sank.

“The Rothschild family would be better off being remembered in history as a kind-hearted family who donated an incredible sum of money to NGOs. Trust me, Dresner. Rothschild will leave voluntarily before Odin and Mary notice.”

Nothing Jonathan said was wrong. It was impossible to deceive Odin, and Mary was known as one of the most powerful Awakened with mental attributes. He had been proceeding with his plan seamlessly, but he had forgotten one possibility. He never imagined that the King of Hell, Jonathan Hunter, had been watching Odin’s parents since he came back from the Stage of Advent.

Suddenly, Dresner remembered a former head of the family who had lost his lower body during the subprime. Although he had only lost a part of his body, Dresner had literally put his and his family’s life in flames! Along with the decades he spent being the clown of the club…

Dresner wrapped his hands around his forehead in resignation.

“What is going to happen now…?” he moaned.

Jonathan stated calmly, “I promise that I will let you go without any pain. In order to do that, I will have to finish it while I still have my patience. Start it before it gets too late.”

His voice itself contained enormous power.

Flinch!

Unconsciously, Dresner reached for the mouse, but his trembling hand caused the cursor on the monitor to shake. While organizing the program windows, he found an encrypted chat window. It was a conversation that Jonathan used to lure Kubera into the place by offering to provide A-class items as bait.

Right then Jonathan glanced out of the window and spoke.

“Your friend is here, Dresner, and he’ll be going to hell with you. You won’t be lonely anymore.”