The Foreigner on the Periphery

Kim Cheol-soo felt the incongruity between cognition and the senses. 

‘What is this…?’ The teacher, who had been planning to rent the kitchen for a while, made an incomprehensible request at first.: to get all the cops out of the hallway. 

Kim Cheol-soo insisted on staying as his manager, and Minjun allowed it after much deliberation. After the situation was settled, Minjun suddenly robbed the pantry. He took out dozens of preserves from there, then ripped open the bags and poured them into the frying pan. Afterwards, he poured oil on top of it and turned on the fire. 

The cooking order was completely messed up. As if protesting, there was a buzzing sound from the frying pan. Kim Cheol-soo, who saw the scene, was very upset. “What!” 

It wasn’t because of the nonsensical way of cooking that made him feel disgusted. He knew it was the silver frying pan that smashed the assassins’ heads, and the black one was used for something else. And so, the only contaminated (?) part was the handle. Nevertheless, the fact that he was using torture tools in his cooking caused him to feel physiological disgust and fear. Moreover, the expression on the teacher’s face was… 

‘It’s so calm!’ 

It was more of an expression of being annoyed and dying. What he made as a torture device was now a cooking tool. However, materials as well as tools were a problem. Inside the preservative bag were some that were intended to be mixed together and some that weren’t. 

For example, there were stocks and desserts. However, Eunsa committed a visual violence that was able to stir everything together. For that reason, the visual of the dish reminded him of Hwanggu rice grown in the country yard. If he had to give that dish a name, ‘stir-fried dog food’ would be appropriate. However, nevertheless… 

‘What is this wonderful smell?!’ Kim Cheol-soo felt the hunger he had forgotten because of the tension. His senses stabbed sharply as if he was about to inflict a penetrating wound on his brain membrane. 

Truly, the smell was so seductive that it could be called a heavenly scent. Such a beautiful scent emanated from the frying pan that Minjun stirred and filled the room. ‘The smell of a monk crossing the fence between temples should be used to describe such works!’ 

Even though such a miracle was being performed, Minjun’s expression was boring. However, since the smell was that way, Minjun’s reckless gestures and movements seemed reverent. The aura of a craftsman who seemed to have only roasted dog food for hundreds of years was oozing out of the figure that had all useless movements cut off. Of course, if such a craftsman existed… 

‘Teacher…’ Seeing him, the old disciple felt both awe and sorrow. The person who he had been reunited with over the years… In the meantime, he had learned black magic and had become a person who not only carried a frying pan for killing and torture, but also had no hesitation in wielding it for such a purpose. He had become an expert in creating a heavenly beauty that captivated people. 

In the end, something strange had been mixed in, but that made Kim Cheol-soo even more confused. He murmured to himself. ‘Sir… What kind of life have you been living?’ 

The atmosphere in the living room where the lawmakers gathered changed while Minjun was making dozens of fried dog food. The voices that were coming and going gradually got smaller and smaller, and then it became completely quiet. In fact, a while ago, when Minjun started cooking in the kitchen with the words ‘Are you the market?’, they snorted. 

Among them, those who were brought early had already been on an empty stomach for more than half a day. However, he had no intention of taking what they put out. It was because he didn’t know what to mix with the kidnapped situation. 

Starving for a day or two doesn’t mean one would die, so he thought he would hold on until the rescue team came. However, as time passed, the only thought that remained in their minds was wondering what the author was making in the kitchen. Then, as time passed, the thought of wanting to eat it completely engulfed his brain. “Kim-kun.” 

“Ah yes! Teacher.” Kim Cheol-soo, who was pensive, was startled by the sudden call. 

Minjun spoke without turning his head, waving his fan silently. “Would you like to come and see me for a moment? What is the situation?” 

Kim Cheol-soo, who came to check the living room, replied as if a bit tired. “Everyone’s eyes are bloodshot… they’re just staring at the kitchen. When I went out, I was terrified to see twenty-nine people staring at me.” 

Nodding to himself, Minjun muttered once more. ‘It’s too dangerous. It’s a dangerously good performance.’ 

The reactions of Kim Cheol-soo and the National Assemblyman were drastically different. Not to mention the difference with Minjun. the frying pan spoke in a pleasant tone. = Most of the people over there have no or weak abilities. It’s like having no resistance. You’ll get great meds. You asked for it already, so I used a lot of energy. But… now it seems that my power is nothing compared to you? It’s far different from the first time we met.=

Only after the proper amount was completed did Minjun taste it. He frowned. ‘It tastes awful.’ 

He carried the plate as if tossing it on the table. He then looked at the faces of the lawmakers. “Even if you eat while the security line is being prepared…” 

The lawmakers did not give him a chance to finish his speech. Minjun clicked his tongue as he watched them hurriedly rushing in. They were like beggars who starved for days, not MPs. 

They mindlessly began to spoon the food into their mouths. The lawmakers who ate all of them without leaving a grain of rice or a piece of biscuit looked down at the exposed plate with regretful expressions. Minjun said to them calmly. “We will ask for your cooperation once again.” 

Their eyes turned to look at Minjun, and there was no vitality in their eyes. They looked on as if possessed. “Let’s not make things too big. Can you trust me and help me?” 

They did just that. The secure line, which was said to take time, was prepared immediately. Members of the National Assembly contacted their offices and homes, respectively, and told them of the alibi that Minjun requested. Now, no matter how long they were to stay here, they would wait patiently without resistance, true to their role as a bait. 

This was the best way to deal with third-line lawmakers that Jenkinson had no control over. Even with such a perfect treatment, Minjun felt more concerned than satisfied. ‘If this guy is really a fragment of Asif-1, then I can understand why the committee is so desperate to find it.’ 

Even the race most famous for mind control had limited abilities. It could be properly controlled only when a tentacle-like rod was attached to the target. Much less, the ability to control the mind by feeding it was unheard of. The scariest part was that no abnormality is detected no matter how Minjun investigated the food they ate. 

Magically and scientifically, it was clean. In other words, the chance of being caught was very low. ‘The result is…’ 

Minjun was now controlling the 29 members of the National Assembly of a country according to his will. He didn’t know how long it would last, though. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

Minjun saw the frying pan left unattended in his kitchen. He had been left on the fire for a long time and was still engulfed in the afterglow. Intoxicated by the vortex of bliss, he tossed it untouched into the vat that continued to stream mind waves. ‘I’ll have to test my skills a little more. How far is it possible?’

While concentrating on their future plans, the lawmakers sat quietly at their desks after finishing the call. He faithfully followed Minjun’s command to ‘wait.’ How much time had passed? 

“··········!” Minjun felt something. At the same time, the corners of his lips curled up. Someone was drawn to the bait and approached it. 

‘I knew this would happen.’ Even from Blade’s point of view, twenty-nine was too many numbers to catch and kill. After one person died because of the first official request, the personal security of the remaining members of the lawmakers was strengthened. In the midst of this, if one were to kill them one by one, other lawmakers would fall into hysteria, and there was a risk of scattering or escaping abroad. Therefore, it was best to process them all at once when as many as possible were gathered. 

The lawmakers knew that too, so they got angry with the police who had gathered them all here. Nevertheless, he made this choice because he was confident in holding the blade to Minjun. “I got caught, you bastard.” 

***

Blade, who had stolen the body of an assassin who was once a comrade, was advancing deep to avoid the police escorting around the house. His body twitched and stiffened. 

“…” He stood still. Then he heard someone’s voice. “Are you pretty sharp?” 

Blade’s eyes stopped on the man. It was Minjun who stood in front of the door and waited for him. Under his instructions, the police kept a distance and kept an eye on the situation. “The workmanship is also beyond expectations.” 

Not long ago, Minjun threw his most powerful curse on his opponent with a comprehensive set. But Blade bounced it all away. The agent glances at the long sword in his hand. ‘Perhaps that’s the body. It looks really common. To the extent that you can’t even see it from the outside.’ 

In addition to this, the host it was now encroaching on was…. ‘If you are a weapon master that doesn’t work with curses, this is one of the best levels on Earth. It doesn’t look like he’s that talented.’

At this, Minjun’s eyes grew bitter. ‘The purpose of this is to strengthen the host’s body beyond its limits. That’s why the curse doesn’t work.’ 

It nullified interference that caused abnormalities in the body. A truly transcendent body. In other words, it was superhuman. ‘In the aftermath of that, if you use it as much as you can, it will break down.’ 

At this, the assassin’s mouth opened. “I have nothing to do with you. Leave me alone.” 

Then, he raised his sword and pointed at the building beyond Minjun. “Those who are true are the twenty-nine. That’s it. I will not cut the rest.” 

There was no need to kill and kill just by recognizing his face because he was going to throw away this body anyway. Instead of answering, Minjun pulled up a shadow from behind. 

Hurr! A black trail then ran towards the Ego Sword.

*** 

Minjun rushed with a shadow covering his body. It was in the form of a monster, not a human. He wore a black jacket on his arms.

From there, he concentrated and made something akin to a blade. At that moment, the assassin’s sword was scattered with starlight auras. It was unusually strong and dense. pure white sword. The sword and the shadow collided. Bang! 

“··········!” At this, the air began to rumble. The two faced each other with their arms crossed. They were almost equal in power. 

Minjun’s eyes narrowed in the black shroud. He was not a weapon master, but he had seen a lot of people with this kind of ability. Hundreds of years of experience revealed themselves to him. ‘This is enough to be counted as an extraterrestrial standard!’ 

He couldn’t have imagined that the assassin was originally such a capable person. It was the power of the sword that lifted him up like this. 

Bang! A fight ensued. The sword and darkness collided one after another. Drops of shadows and powder of light spattered each time. Nearby police officers heard a deafening roar. It sounded like thunder hitting a rocky mountain.

“Oh my God···!” The observers held their breath. An unbelievable fight was going on. Their eyes could not see how their bodies moved or how they attacked each other. The only way to figure out the location was because the black and white afterimages scrambled all over the place and large and small explosions flickered. They were indirectly indicating the location of the two. 

Quarreung! Even Blade, who was trying to deal with it moderately at first, was embarrassed by Minjun’s offensive. And so, he added strength and speed to the attack. The shadow launched an anomalous attack against the swordsman. As the sword expanded, the shadow enveloped more than that. It pierced the sharp sword’s trace and even went beyond it. 

“··········!” 

However, the assassin raised the output of his sword as if he had decided on something. At this, the outer wall of the shadow and Blade collided again. A metallic crash sounded like it had done hundreds of times before. This time, however, a sound with a different tinge was added. 

Damn it! Minjun was confused for the first time. There was a crack in the skin of the shadow monster. The pure white sword penetrated the waving flesh. It was the first time he had witnessed this in hundreds of years. 

‘You bastard!’ He immediately tried to restore the monster. The moment when a handful of black magic escaped…

Kyaaaaa! 

‘What?!’ The shadows scattered grains of darkness everywhere. The black skin flew, scattering and boiling. The monster that was supposed to move like a single limb suddenly went out of control. The shape surrounding his body was about to collapse. 

Minjun, who had been talking directly to the inside of the summoner, realized something. ‘Touch your mind!’ 

The moment the sword wounded the shadow, Blade’s power displayed its effect. ‘Did you try brainwashing the beast I called?’ 

It wasn’t perfect control. If it were, the shadow would have attacked Minjun right away. The monster was confused as the mixed dominance drew from both sides. 

Minjun finally canceled the summons. The shadow disappeared and the summoner’s bare body was exposed. 

Kwing! Blade did not miss the gap. Like a white meteor, he rushed in, leaving behind a tail of an afterimage. The sword aimed at Minjun’s neck. At this, the prisoner felt extremely annoyed. ‘You’re really bothering me about this lump of iron!’ 

The agent immediately memorized the spell. However, there was a brief delay until the activation. Enough time for the sword to reach the nape of the neck. First of all, he needed something to knock off the approaching weapon. 

“··········!” An appropriate thing popped into his mind. The prisoner still didn’t fully trust his ex. However, he believed in Endelion’s technology and their pride. His hand touched the air. 

The moment he clenched his fingers and fully clenched his fist, a blunt weapon was in his hand. He was a frying pan that gave off a brilliant silver color. For a moment, Blade caught it. And at the moment when his neck was about to get sliced off, he summoned a cooking tool and evaluated the opponent holding his hand.

‘He was an incompetent whose brain was tainted by black magic.’ At the same time as the inmate chanted a spell, he blocked the front with the wide side of the frying pan, much like a shield. 

Blade then rushed out with the momentum to pierce through those thin cooking tools. The moment he touched the silver-coated surface… 

——–! 

A roar, sounding as if the world was collapsing, covered all directions.