Heroine Hunts Heroines-Chapter 106

Han Suji was swinging her axe with wild abandon, shattering the skulls of Ha Jung-seok’s hunters.

"Wow! This is it! The thrill of smashing skulls with an axe is unbeatable! ♥"

Even I felt a chill at that.

She was nothing like the Han Suji from the original story.

But damn, it was insanely arousing.

Her blood-soaked face and body… I wanted to lick every inch of her.

"You psycho, killing people with a smile on your face?"

"Is there some rule saying you can’t smile while killing people?"

"You monster! Ugh!"

"Shut up."

As for Reyna, there was no need for words.

Every arrow she loosed either left her enemies dying from miasma poisoning or obliterated their limbs with sheer force.

Boom! Crash!

She even had enough spare time to shoot at various parts of the Blue House, reducing the building to rubble piece by piece.

Choi Si-woo, in contrast, silently swung her ceremonial sword.

With each slash, Ha Jung-seok’s subordinates were reduced to unrecognizable chunks of meat in mere moments.

Splaaaat!

The hunters who had been sliced into the air by the ceremonial sword fell to the ground, creating a sea of blood.

The sight of the thoroughly dismembered chunks of flesh was quite a spectacle.

"Did I do well?"

Choi Si-woo, putting away her blood-stained sword, looked at me with a playful pout.

"Yes. You did so well I want to thrust my tail all the way into your womb."

It was easier than I expected—almost too easy.

Was there a trap lying in wait? This felt suspiciously effortless.

I glanced at the broadcast drone's chat feed, and as anticipated, it was absolute chaos.

Though only hunters had been deployed, the sheer number indicated that rumors had already spread far and wide.

- The president’s Blue House hunters were supposed to be A-rank elites, even if not on par with the Hunter Association. How are they getting wiped out so easily?

- Lol, looks more like Baekhwa and her mutants are just that strong.

- Look at that. Never seen a Dark Elf before, but every arrow she fires destroys the concrete and ground.

- This is the level where a Korean villain wipes out the government. Lmao.

- The guy above, your edgy roleplay sucks.

- Viewer count’s at 5,000… 6,000. We might hit 10k soon. I even see English and Russian chats.

I skimmed through the comments, filtering for Korean since I couldn’t be bothered with the foreign gibberish.

It seemed trolls thrived even in this era.

"See that, everyone? This is what happens when you mess with little Baekhwa. Tee-hee~!"

“Baekhwa-nim, Ha Jung-seok’s hunters have been completely subdued. We only have a few injured among our forces, no fatalities.”

Just as I was playing around with Choi Si-woo, a Baekhwa Sect believer gave me the satisfying report.

Yeah, it looked about right.

The enemy forces were annihilated—completely wiped out.

Our mutants weren’t exactly human, so injuries healed quickly anyway.

"Ah, there should still be civilians in the Blue House who don’t even have magical powers.

We don’t want the government entirely paralyzed, so let’s start by dealing with the president."

“Yes!”

Meanwhile, the couch potatoes watching the Blue House raid were throwing money at the stream through donations.

Should I take a quick look? If it’s something reasonable, I might just entertain them.

I scrolled through the chat and wasn’t surprised—viewers had a lot of grievances about the president.

- Pull out all of Ha Jung-seok’s hair, and I’ll donate ten million won.

- Lol, beat the crap out of Ha Jung-seok, and I’ll donate fifteen million.

“Oh? Looks like there’s a lot of pent-up anger here.”

How exactly does one end up treated like this by their own country’s citizens?

Still, plucking out hair and roughing someone up wasn’t particularly difficult.

From the start, I had no intention of killing Ha Jung-seok—just scaring him enough and weakening his forces was the goal.

The operation was a success. Now, perhaps it was time to meet Ha Jung-seok and deliver on those hair-plucking promises.

- Ha Jung-seok is a joke. He overhauled the Hunter preferential system, leaving F-rank hunters scrambling to work part-time jobs just to afford basic gear. The guy thinks Korea’s only filled with top-tier talent.

- And then he talks about increasing the birthrate while funneling budgets into family support policies. If he redirected the budget he wastes on his pet hunters, we wouldn’t have this problem.

- LMAO, even with North Korea gone, we can’t get to the Daedong River. Some "Hunter powerhouse" we’ve got here.

Exactly. It’s all Ha Jung-seok’s fault.

“Alright, everyone! Today, I’m going to pluck out all of Ha Jung-seok’s hair and beat him senseless!”

I never planned to kill him anyway, but enjoying this much seemed fair enough.

Plucking his hair and roughing him up a bit—it wasn’t about the money.

Even the hunters knew: in the isolated zones, villains have no need for wealth.

Plus, with the Baekhwa Sect now recognized globally after today, money would hold even less significance.

- Hehe, I want to get stepped on by Baekhwa and the president together.

Sometimes, there are absolute lunatics in the chat.

Inside the Blue House’s secret room

“This can’t be happening. The hunters I nurtured with such care…”

President Ha Jung-seok slumped in despair as he stared at the feed from the magical gear showing the chaos outside the Blue House.

The Association’s forces had already been diminished, and even if the Guild Alliance suffered some losses, this was unprecedented.

The idea that Baekhwa herself would strike directly at the Blue House in the heart of Seoul—it was a devastating and unexpected blow.

“This is impossible. It can’t be real.”

Ha Jung-seok lowered his head.

He never imagined that everything he had carefully cultivated would crumble so easily.

An overwhelming sense of dread overtook him—a fear he was experiencing for the first time in his life.

The shredded bodies outside the Blue House were his treasured subordinates, those he had raised with great effort.

While they weren’t guaranteed to triumph against the Guild Alliance, he believed they were more than capable of defeating villains.

Could this really be the end of the Blue House?

Would even this secret room be breached?

“Could they break through even here? No, that can’t happen. Still… I need to act. The Guild Alliance? No, I can’t trust the Association. Watching Baekhwa’s broadcast, I can’t even be sure reinforcements would come if I called for them. Then, the national military… Yes, that’s it. Secretary Choi!”

“Yes, Mr. President!”

Chief Secretary Choi Ji-soo rushed in, clearly flustered and burdened with luggage, as if preparing to flee.

“Immediately summon the 1st Division of the Defense Forces! They should still be within range beyond the barrier—they can be recalled!”

“Wouldn’t the Hunter Association be better?”

“Absolutely not! If we rely on those bastards, we’ll truly be doomed. They’re slow to respond, and afterward, they’ll only use it as leverage against me.”

The Association, strengthened by Yoo Jin-seok’s exploits, had only been brought down to size thanks to my efforts and the incompetence of Kim Jae-soo.

Relying on them now was out of the question.

“We can’t trust them! And with Baekhwa out there, the Guild Alliance won’t hold back either!”

“Then we should evacuate you immediately. Isn’t there a portal gate to Tokyo that can be used?”

Choi Ji-soo’s suggestion of escape was pragmatic, but the thought of fleeing to Japan was infuriating.

The idea of being mocked by the Japanese Prime Minister and Shinohara, who hadn’t even responded to requests for cooperation, was unacceptable.

More than anything, there was his pride.

He was the president of South Korea. Turning his back on the enemy was unthinkable.

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‘This idiot of a secretary!’

Ha Jung-seok struck Choi Ji-soo across the face.

Smack!

“You fool! How dare you suggest the president of Korea flee to another country? Do you want to reenact the Agwan Pacheon? This room is fortified—it’s undetectable and impervious even to nuclear strikes. We’ll hold out here until the military regroups!”

Fueled by anger, he struck again.

Smack!

Choi Ji-soo, with a stinging cheek and teary eyes, stammered.

“C-can the military really defeat them?”

They wouldn’t be able to. The way the Blue House hunters had been utterly crushed was proof enough.

But that was precisely why they had to be called. To Baekhwa, the military would be the ultimate opponent.

“That wretched villain Baekhwa won’t dare attack the military. Doing so would flip public opinion against her. She’s built her fanbase and influence through these broadcasts—she wouldn’t want to lose that.”

Ten thousand viewers weren’t just numbers.

The Blue House hunters may have been expendable—loyal only to Ha Jung-seok and notorious as criminals among the public.

But the military was different. They were closer to civilians compared to hunters.

If Baekhwa so much as touched them, public sentiment would turn against her completely.

The distinction between Ha Jung-seok’s private hunters and the nation’s military wasn’t just symbolic—it was fundamental.

“Then I’ll prepare a vehicle for you to join the regrouping military.”

“A leader of a nation cannot turn their back on the enemy! Either I’ll die, or that wretched woman will fall!”

The military would regroup soon enough.

Until then, this room would hold.

At least, that’s what he thought—until the moment he felt the disturbance outside.

—Wow, how noble. A dictator with nothing to show for it, but still pretending to be righteous.

Boom!

With Baekhwa’s voice echoing, the secret room Ha Jung-seok was in exploded.

***

In the end, we managed to breach the Blue House.

Well, wiping out everything in our path made getting inside much easier.

The only concern was whether the building might collapse due to the destruction we’d caused.

Thinking about it, I wondered if the people inside were still alive.

Did I go overboard, hyped up and completely demolish the Blue House for no reason?

“Phew, the air at the Blue House is pretty refreshing~”

Songdo’s air was clean too, but there was something special about the Blue House.

Maybe it was because this is where the president resides—it had a unique vibe.

Kind of like a country bumpkin visiting Seoul for the first time.

Not that I’d want to stay here. As I mentioned, I have to get back before the sheets in my room dry.

“Hmm?”

I heard some rustling from inside.

Looking closer, I saw people scrambling to pack things.

Ah, as expected of the nerve center of the government.

If I lingered here too long, the whole country might grind to a halt.

It’d be better to focus on my goal—Ha Jung-seok. No need for unnecessary bloodshed.

“Eek! P-please spare us!”

“We’re innocent! Please!”

No need to panic. I didn’t come here to kill anyone.

“Alright, everyone, please continue your work. We’re only here for the president. We don’t engage in unnecessary killing.”

I’m a kind Yongyong, after all. Randomly killing people isn’t my style.

But where is that bastard, anyway? If I’m going to pummel him, I need to know where he is.

It wouldn’t be right to beat it out of people—that’d send the wrong message.

After all, we’re here as righteous avengers.

It’d be nice if someone just volunteered the information, though.

"Huh?"

Just then, a timid woman stepped forward.

She was wearing a tight, professional suit—exactly my type.

“Um… the president is in a secret room protected by an artificial barrier created with magic stones.”

Wow, I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Oh my, what a helpful person you are.”

“I… I’m actually a fan!”

The suit-clad woman—who was both stunning and nervous—bowed to me several times, claiming to be a fan.

For a second, I was tempted to ask, “Would you mind spreading your legs for me?”

But considering we were live and I’d probably face a backlash, I decided to hold back.

Still, this might work out nicely.

If I played my cards right, I could charm this woman into guiding me straight to the barrier.