[Un-Gi-Jo-Sik has been activated.]
A green aura enveloped Su-ho’s body, aiding his recovery.
Su-ho focused solely on regaining his energy.
Meanwhile, the Blacksmith’s Necklace seemed completely unconcerned with his condition—it kept draining his mana relentlessly.
It was like a battle between a spear and a shield.
But—
‘Damn it!’
A wave of dizziness struck him.
A clear sign that his mana was nearly depleted.
Su-ho quickly yanked the necklace off his neck.
The moment he did, the necklace shimmered faintly with a blue light, then gradually returned to its original hue.
Su-ho exhaled deeply.
“Whew...”
He had almost passed out from mana exhaustion.
Unbelievable.
What the hell was this thing that it drained so much mana?
It wasn’t like his mana pool was shallow—far from it.
‘If it turns out this thing is nothing special, I swear—’
Su-ho shook his head.
Whatever it was, he’d have to recharge it gradually over time.
He lay down to rest a bit longer, then resumed meditation using Un-Gi-Jo-Sik—this time, without the necklace.
After some time, his mana recovered to a level that was sufficient for day-to-day functioning.
‘No need to fully recover. Mana comes back over time anyway.’
Then Su-ho finally picked up his phone.
‘How did I miss this many notifications?’
From the flood of messages and calls, he contacted Jo Jin-hwi first.
— “Section Chief!”
Before he could even say anything, Jo Jin-hwi’s lively voice rang out.
Su-ho responded.
“Yes, Reporter Jo. I see you called?”
— “You were impossible to reach! Do you know how long I’ve been trying to find you?”
“I was inside a Gate. I couldn’t check my phone. What’s going on?”
— “Ah, I see. If you were in a Gate, then I’ll forgive you. Anyway, the redevelopment cartel verdict is finally out.”
“Oh?”
That was definitely urgent.
Su-ho pressed for details.
“How did it go?”
— “In the first trial, Pi Seong-yeol got 15 years. The others got around 10.”
“What? Not life or the death penalty?”
— “Yeah... it turned out that way.”
“Did they appeal?”
— “They did, but it’s likely to be dismissed.”
“Hmm...”
Unbelievable.
People had died in that incident, and this was all the punishment they got?
Su-ho frowned in disbelief.
‘Judges in this country haven’t changed one bit...’
There’s a saying:
“In Korea, the only way to get a proper sentence is if the judge’s own family is affected.”
But even so, he couldn’t exactly go around killing judges’ families.
‘Public opinion must have been intense, so this was probably the harshest sentence they could hand down by the book.’
After a moment of thought, Su-ho answered.
“Understood.”
— “What would you like to do? Should I write a piece criticizing the judges?”
“No need. At this point, using the media would just come off as whining.”
— “Then what will you do?”
“I’ll handle it myself. That’ll be far more satisfying.”
— “Oh? Can I ask what you have in mind?”
“No, you may not.”
— “That’s a shame. Got it.”
Even though Jo Jin-hwi was one of his closest allies, this matter was vigilante justice—better that no one knew what he planned.
Su-ho asked:
“Anything else?”
— “Ah, yes. There’s the Special Division’s recruitment. You’ve heard how hot that is, right?”
“The recruitment?”
— “Well, it’s all because of you. Everyone wants to join for a chance to work with the legendary Sword Saint.”
Not wrong.
Given Su-ho’s recent actions, it was fair to say he was the most influential figure in the country right now.
And it wasn’t just talk—he had proven everything with action.
— “Anyway, you’re going to have your hands full. Tons of applicants are pouring in.”
“That’s fine. The more, the better—it means I can select better talent.”
— “You’re always so positive. That’s all I’ve got. Take care.”
After ending the call, Su-ho immediately rang up Jeong Cheol-min.
— “Hey, Su-ho.”
“Sorry, Deputy Director. I was inside a Gate and couldn’t answer.”
— “Still clearing Gates? Haven’t you done enough?”
“Can’t just sit around. I’m focusing on the bigger ones for now.”
— “Hmph, typical you. Anyway, you heard the news, right?”
“If you mean the redevelopment case, yes—I just heard.”
— “Satisfied with the result?”
“Not even close.”
— “Yeah, well. They did receive a lot of petitions calling for maximum sentencing.”
“Yeah, not much else to do now. I can’t change the law myself.”
— “Listen... this is just me asking out of concern—you’re not planning anything reckless, right?”
“Of course not. By the way, have you heard about the special recruitment?”
— “I was just about to call you about that. The applications are insane. Looks like we’ll break 1,000 soon.”
“A thousand?”
— “Yup. A thousand.”
Wow.
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