The World Turned into a Game After I Woke up Chapter 34: Chapter 33: Hyungjae Loans, Part II

Editor's remarks: Hey, someone said it would be a good idea to take out loans you never have to pay back. See, our MC isn't so dumb...

Translator: HunterW

Editor: RED

As Earth entered the Otadolon stage, all attention became focused on devas. Those that were unable to become devas were largely ignored.

As such, the treatment of mortals grew worse.

That was perfect for someone like Oh Hyungjae.

If there was a family of all mortals, then no one was going to notice if that family disappeared as a whole.

It was the same anywhere, even in Seoul.

"Son of a bitch!" was all I could say to describe Oh Hyungjae. No, that was probably more of an insult to a dog.

There was no way he could have kept up this secret operation going for so long, and he and his associates were either killed or chased out of Seoul by the Sunbin Guild. However, by then, he had kidnapped and sold over five hundred devas and twice as many mortals over to Busan.

"After he resurrected in Busan, he got to live the posh life with the Yung Gong Guild," I muttered to myself as I crumpled up the flyer.

"Luckily, I didn't have the misfortune to get mixed up with him, but there were so many people that suffered because of him."

But right now, he was running a quick loans business and I was in dire need of some quick cash.

"It's like the universe is telling me to deal with this jackass." Strangely enough, those words made perfect sense to me.

I opened up the flyer and dialed the number.

"Hello. This is Hyungjae Loans. We help you like brothers at your side."

"I…need to get some cash as soon as possible…" I made myself sound like I was having serious money issues.

"Oh dear. Hyungjae Loans is there for you. You can come visit us at any time. We offer 24-hour consultation and will help you find the best solution to your problem."

"Then do I just go to the address that is on the flyer?"

"Of course. If you have trouble finding us, give us a call back at any time. We'll come find you."

"Ok, I understand."

"Then we'll be waiting, brother!" The person on the other line emphasized the brother part before hanging up.

"Hah! Sure, we're brothers. I'll come over right away, bro."

I walked out to the roadside and hailed a cab and told the driver to take me to the address on the flyer.

"Is this it?"

It wasn't hard to find as the address wasn't near any other business.

"They always have to be in crappy buildings like this."

The five-story building was obviously very old. A sign indicated that Hyungjae Loans was on the fourth floor. There wasn't an elevator and the only way to go up was a narrow, outer staircase. It was as if the building itself didn't want people to come inside.

There were a few offices on the fourth floor. Besides Hyungjae Loans, one was labeled Pig Loans and the other was labeled The Best Loans.

Hyungjae Loans was located at the very end of the floor, and I walked towards it. The door was open and I walked inside the office.

A pretty accountant was seated by the door and greeted me when I came in. "Welcome to Hyungjae Loans, where we offer friendly, brotherly service." "Hello. I just called, that I needed money quickly…"

"I see. You made the smart choice coming to us."

The accountant pressed the intercom on her desk.

"General Manager Kim, there's a client here to see you."

"Yeah, tell him to come in. Get some coffee for us, too."

"Yes." The accountant hung up and led me to another door.

"You can go in." She left me in front of the door and headed to the kitchenette to make the coffee.

I turned the knob and headed inside.

"Oh dear. You must be the one who called earlier?" It was the same voice that had answered my call.

"Yes."

"You came to the right place. The chairman is with another customer in the next room right now, but he'll be done soon. Sit here."

I sat down on the chair the manager pointed to.

"It's not easy these days, is it? You don't know which way the world will turn."

"Seems it's been that way for a while now. But we still need to make ends meet."

"Of course we do. Even if the strange things happen in this world, we still need food on the table. Ha ha."

I ignored Manager Kim's small talk for a bit and turned to look at the door to the chairman's room. I could hear the voices of three people behind the door.

Is it because of my VIT?, I thought to myself.

Health and defense weren't the only abilities that VIT raised. Raising VIT also raised your five senses. I could drown out the manager's small talk and focus on the conversation that was going on behind the closed door.

"Huh…is that true?"

"Boss, I'm telling you! It's true. Look at this guy's wrist. He doesn't have a token of knowledge. This guy is immortal."

"You punk, I told you to call me Mr. Chairman when we're at the office!"

"But Mr. Chairman, that's not the problem right now! You heard what this bastard said. Devas don't die. You know we killed this bastard, but you saw him resurrect with your own two eyes. We don't have time to be going around robbing these idiots blind."

The forty-something man who was called boss was seated on a thick, leather chair and a thirty-something man was nearly spitting his words at this boss.

Next to these two men was a bound man, collapsed on the floor.

The man didn't have a token of knowledge on his wrist like everyone else, making it obvious he had used a Don Gate.

"Hmm…"

"Please. Mr. Chairman, I'm just so frustrated."

"Be quiet, you punk! I'm at a loss, too. Christ, what a load of crap! How does this make sense? How can a person not die? He's going to live forever? My ass!"

The chairman threw the cigarette in his hand onto the floor instead of in the ashtray in front of him.

"Pick that bastard up and sit him down here."

"Mmm. Mmm."

The younger man picked up the bound man at the chairman's order and seated him on a leather chair.

"If you scream, I'll kill you. Ah wait…you'll resurrect again, huh?

The younger man seemed to stumble at his own words.

"Leave it, you idiot! No one can hear us outside. The room's basically soundproof. Just untie him."

The younger man untied the bindings at the chairman's orders.

"Tell me one more time."

"Cough! I…I don't understand it either. I told you everything I know! Please let me go! Cough!"

"Sunghoon. Do Sunghoon."

"Cough.. Yes?" the once-bound man, also known as Do Sunghoon, weakly replied.

"Do you think just because you don't know something this would be over? You should know something!"

"Mr. Chairman! How can I know if I don't know? I don't know how this happened either. Cough. I only approached it because I had never seen anything like it before. Sob. At the end of the temple…"

"You said that before, you fool!"

"Sob. That's really all I know, Mr. Chairman."

"There's no helping this punk. We don't have another choice, Sledge. He needs to die to…wait, no. Fuck's sake. He doesn't fully die, does he? The world really is going to shit."

I heard everything I needed to at that point and rose from the chair.

"Why are you getting up all of a sudden? The chairman will be out soon."

"No, I just wanted to see your boss right now."

"…?? You little shit!"

The manager grew angry at my curt response and got up from his chair. He approached me with his fists balled.

"You little shit. Do you want to die now that the world is going to shit, too?"

He threw a punch at me, but I didn't dodge it and let his fist hit me.

Instead of me making a yelp in pain, his fist made a sickening crunch as his bones broke at the contact.

"Urgh! My…my wrist! AHHH!"

I felt nothing touch my face. It didn't hurt at all.

"Does it hurt?"

"Guh! You…you piece of shit! What are you? What did you do to your face?" Manager Kim cradled his wrist that was now bent the wrong way.

"Me? Gee, I wonder. I could be a deva who needs money."

If this guy was associated with Hyungjae Oh, then there was no way he was good guy. The fact that he knew what was going on behind the closed door made me certain that this guy was as much of a piece of shit as his boss.

I lifted my leg in front of the jackass who was kneeling on the floor cradling his wrist and stomped down on his knee.

"Ahhh! Erk. Cough. My…leg! My knee!" he coughed and wailed around the pain.

With his knee bent the other way like his wrist, Manager Kim crumpled to the floor.

Chapter end