The wind at this altitude should have torn my skin, but with Level 99 stats, it was barely a caress. I stood on the balcony ledge of Lotte Tower, overlooking an abyss of glass and steel. Below, Seoul woke up in a panic. Above, six WHA combat helicopters danced a nervous waltz, their spotlights trained on me like accusing eyes.
"This is your last chance, Kang Jin-Woo!" Kim Ta-Sung roared, his voice amplified by a spell. "Surrender, or we vaporize this entire floor!"
The "Iron Wall" was impressive. Clad in heavy enchanted plate armor, he floated via an anti-gravity device, his massive shield glowing with a golden aura. He was the symbol of order, rectitude, and Korean military chastity.
I smiled. A smile that, thanks to the [Global Broadcast], was currently displayed on every giant screen from Times Square to Shibuya, and on the smartphones of three billion people.
"Kim Ta-Sung..." my voice began, resonating with divine authority. "You speak of justice, but your men are trembling. They aren't trembling with fear. They're trembling with need."
I pulled the [Bell of Broken Morals] from my inventory. It was small, crafted from a black metal that seemed to swallow the light of the spotlights.
"Let's see if your armor protects your heart... or what lies beneath."
I rang the bell.
The sound wasn't a metallic "ding." It was a low, carnal vibration that seemed to slither directly into the spinal cord of every Hunter within a one-kilometer radius.
[Area Effect Activated: Value Inversion.]
[Target: WHA Units.]
[Status: Military discipline is being converted into 'Uncontrollable Desire'.]
The effect was immediate and catastrophic for the WHA's dignity.
In the lead helicopter, the pilot—a decorated veteran—suddenly let go of the controls. His face turned crimson. His hands, instead of stabilizing the aircraft, began to frantically unbutton his flight suit.
"What in the...?" stammered Kim Ta-Sung, whose golden aura suddenly shifted to a bubblegum pink. "Corporal! Pull yourself together!"
"Sir... I... I can't take it anymore..." the corporal moaned over the open radio. "This armor... it's so... tight..."
On the neighboring buildings, the twelve snipers of the elite unit—whom Yuna was already "visiting" in the shadows—lost all focus. One of them dropped his 15kg precision rifle to throw himself into his observer's arms, kissing him with a passion that was anything but tactical.
Yuna appeared on a rooftop, crouched like a cat, holding the trousers of three snipers in her hands. She looked at me with a thumbs-up and a mischievous grin.
"It's too easy, Jin-Woo!" she shouted. "They don't want to shoot anymore, they just want to... love!"
In the sky, it was chaos. The helicopters began to lurch dangerously. So-Hee stepped in then. She walked onto the balcony beside me, dressed in a purple silk robe that left little to the imagination, her new aura of [Frozen Passion] creating crystal snowflakes around her.
"Stay in place, little soldiers," she said in a cold, dominant tone.
She raised her hand. Chains of translucent ice erupted from the void, coiling around the rotors and skids of the helicopters, forcing them to stabilize in mid-air. But this wasn't ordinary ice. It was ice that burned with desire upon contact. The Hunters inside the craft began to rub against the frozen walls, their moans broadcast live on the national channel.
"YOU MONSTER!" Kim Ta-Sung screamed, visibly fighting the bell's effect. His iron armor groaned, as if his own body were trying to escape it.
"I'm not a monster, Ta-Sung," I replied, rising slowly into the air using a flight skill I'd just purchased (50 million EXP, a pittance). "I'm just the one who removed the lock. Look at yourself. Your shield of 'chastity' is cracking."
I approached him. Korea's Iron Wall was sweating profusely. His eyes were bloodshot. He raised his sword, but his hand shook so much he nearly cut himself.
"Tell me, Ta-Sung... what are you thinking about right now? Is it the glory of the nation? Or is it the way Ms. Park looked at you during the last annual gala?"
The commander's face turned a violent shade of red. The bell's effect, combined with my provocative words, shattered his final defenses.
"Shut up... shut up!" he cried.
[Alert: The 'Iron Wall' has collapsed.]
[New Status for Kim Ta-Sung: 'Slave to Fantasies'.]
The great commander dropped his sword. It fell into the void, spinning toward the streets of Seoul. He hung from his rappel cable, his armor springing open by magic under the weight of his own unleashed mana.
"I... I resign," he breathed, his eyes fixed on So-Hee, who looked back at him with sovereign contempt.
The whole world was watching. The country's most respected commander had just succumbed to an irrepressible urge on live television. The WHA's image was in ashes.
[Achievement Unlocked: Global Humiliation.]
[EXP Gained: 2 Billion (x10,000 Multiplier included).]
[Current Level: 99 (Transcendent Awakening imminent).]
I turned toward the drone cameras floating around us.
"People of Earth! And you, Constellations watching from your golden thrones! Here is your justice! Here is your order! Nothing is stronger than human desire. I am Kang Jin-Woo, the Pervert Hunter. If you wish to judge me, come and try. But bring a change of clothes... you might need them."
I waved my hand, and So-Hee tilted the helicopters back, pushing them away from the tower like toys. Yuna returned to us in a whirl of shadows, throwing her arms around my neck in front of the cameras.
"We won, Jin-Woo! We're famous!"
"We're mostly the world's #1 targets, Yuna," I said, stroking her hair.
I looked at the horizon. The sun was rising over Seoul. Chapter 7 closed on a total victory, but I knew it was only the beginning. The "God of Chastity" wasn't going to let this slide, and the other guilds would soon realize I had enough EXP to buy their very souls.
"So-Hee," I said, turning to the Ice Queen. "Prepare the private jet. We're leaving Korea."
"Where to?" she asked.
"Where the artifacts are oldest and the morals are most... flexible. Destination: Europe. We have a Pantheon to corrupt."