Waiting For Your Reincarnation Chapter 76

The next day, when she returned to the conference room at the center after the snarl cleanup, the atmosphere was electric.

 

All the team members were gathered in the conference room except Saeri.

 

Yeon-young rubbed her forearms together in the frigid cold. The source seemed to be the wind leaking from Ryu Won.

 

Zhaolin looked at her with pity in her eyes.

 

She set the equipment down on the table one by one and walked closer to Ryu Won.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

Zhaolin looked to where she was pointing with her chin, and there stood Ryu Won, holding Jaeho’s throat.

 

It was clear that Jung Jaeho had messed up again. His core, visible to Yeon-Yeong’s eyes, had been disturbed.

 

A black aura was rising and about to extend out.

 

“Who do you think you are to carry that around? What right do you have to carry it?”

 

“I was summoned at Diane’s request, and you know it.”

 

“So why are you running that experiment without authorization?”

 

A tug-of-war ensued.

 

Roughly ruffling his hair, Ryu Won created a gust of wind that knocked the wind out of Jaeho’s lungs.

 

Jaeho immediately splashed water and threw it at Ryu Won.

 

The furniture in the conference room began to break one by one under the attack.

 

At this point, Saeri was supposed to come in and break up the fight, but she didn’t come today.

 

“Ms. Zhaolin, when will the chairman come?”

 

“I heard she can’t come.”

 

“Why?”

 

“She’s sick.”

 

“The chairman?”

 

Yeon-young watched them, wondering if a soul could be sick.

 

At this rate, there would be no room left in the conference room.

 

She cautiously moved toward Ryu Won and tugged very gently on his arm.

 

Sensing Yeon-young’s pretense, he slowly withdrew his strength from his body. The black aura surrounding his core gradually dissipated.

 

“What’s going on?”

 

They would argue whenever they saw each other, but they never got into a physical fight like this without a reason.

 

That meant that there was something big enough today to get into a fight without a reason.

 

Hearing her question, Jaeho brushed the collar of his shirt a couple of times.

 

Then he took slow steps toward Yeon-young, lowered his head, and lifted it.

 

“Ms. Yeon-young Kim, I’m sorry.”

 

“For what?”

 

“That bastard Jung Jaeho lost your soul fragment while he was out of town.”

 

“What? My soul fragment?”

 

The air in the conference room turned sharply chilly. Now she understands why Ryu Won was so angry.

 

Walking over to Yeon-young, who stood still with a puzzled expression on his face, Zhaolin explained the situation.

 

“A large group of deformed Snarls appeared in a village in District 5 at dawn today, and the entire center received an urgent request for assistance. That’s where Jung Jaeho went.”

 

Jaeho had apparently answered the request alone, as he was bored and looking for materials for his experiment.

 

“But I didn’t realize it was so overrun.”

 

The place he went to, hoping to catch a few fish, was more devastated than he could have imagined.

 

An army of mutated Snarls had emerged, covering a third of the town in District 5, Jaeho shook his head.

 

“Anyway, when I came back, I realized I had lost everything. Your soul fragment was mixed in with it.”

 

“That’s a big deal. The army showed up.”

 

Yeon-Young was more worried about the rise of the transformed Snarl army than the missing soul shards.

 

With each passing day, she could see the Snarl collective becoming more organized, like a center.

 

From the Snarls who had awakened their powers to the armies of Snarls that had been assembled.

 

The situation was chaotic, and it made her uneasy.

 

“This is a serious matter, and I’ll share the current situation in District 5.”

 

Zhaolin fiddled with her amber necklace, conjuring an image into the air.

 

It showed an army of Snarls descending on a town of colorful low-rise buildings.

 

They came as lightly as if on the wind, swallowing up the peacefulness of the town. The town quickly lost its color and was engulfed in black smoke.

 

The phantoms who hadn’t evacuated quickly turned into snarls from the black smoke.

 

“Let’s zoom in further.”

 

Zhaolin zoomed in on the image, focusing on the Snarl army procession, and the shapes of the transformed Snarls’ mouths became visible.

 

Yeon-young could recognize what they were trying to say at once: They repeated the word “negro” in unison.

 

What Jung Jaeho said is true.

 

Yeon-young rolled the word “negro” in her mouth.

 

Except for Jaeho and Yeon-young, the spirits were still unaware of the Negro organization.

 

Jaeho was also deep in thought.

 

The screen then showed the spirit at the head of the procession. Unlike the Snarl army, it was cloaked.

 

As the spirit looked at this place, it slowly removed its mask.

 

His hair, eyes, and even his entire body were blackened, but he was recognizable.

 

It was Daeheon Lee, a rare spy.

 

He inhaled and exhaled slowly, savoring the black smoke. Then he glared.

 

“The ugly Tanato will disappear, and a new world will open.”

 

At his words, the Snarl army roared and pushed forward even harder.

 

They screamed, tearing down villages and devouring souls mercilessly.

 

They had long since lost their sense of self as clear souls.

 

Daeheon laughed out loud and whispered in a calm voice.

 

“I’ll be back to pick you up soon.”

 

The video crackled and then went completely dark.

 

The image of Zhaolin disappeared in midair.

 

“Who could he be bringing back?”

 

“Right now, I’m guessing it’s Yeon-young Kim, who has been kidnapped before.”

 

Both men’s faces went cold at the same time at Zhaolin’s conclusion.

 

Yeon-young clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Daeheon, who had chosen all-out war by invading Branch 5, seemed to have no intention of stopping.

 

“It’s a shame, because there’s no way to predict which branch will be invaded next.”

 

“Maybe he planned this all by himself.”

 

“The speed at which the snarls are being created is too fast for that. We expect there are more people behind this.”

 

“We need to share the video with Division 1 so they can take action against the snarl infiltration.”

 

“A new world is opening up…”

 

“We might as well have declared all-out war. This is war.”

 

Zhaolin was right. Daeheon had declared aggression by any means necessary.

 

He would destroy this world with his own hands.

 

They were already struggling with the invading Snarl hordes. No matter how many of them were destroyed, they would always return with a new twist of evil.

 

As the battle to eliminate the Snarls dragged on, the spirits in the centers slowly became exhausted.

 

If the First Division Center was invaded and shaken, Tanato would be gone.

 

In essence, they had to find a way to solve it.

 

“I wonder where to start solving the clues.”

 

As she had told Jaeho the other day, she wanted to purify the Snarls if possible, because surely any of those army Snarls could be victims of the loss of themselves.

 

She wanted to help them, but she was running out of time.

 

The war was moving too fast for Yeon-Young to learn about them and find a way.

 

She had to do it with as little damage as possible, even if it meant capturing Daeheon, a key Negro figure.

 

“We should start with the key players.”

 

“That’s right, I’ll report this footage to the tracking team.”

 

Zhaolin fiddled with her necklace with her right hand.

 

Ryu Won’s emotions seemed to subside as the air in the conference room became lukewarm again.

 

He sat back in his seat and crossed his legs, rubbing his temples with his hands.

 

“The Snarl Army isn’t the problem, we need to find the missing soul fragments first.”

 

Jaeho nodded in agreement with Ryu Won.

 

Yeon-young didn’t understand why everyone was so agitated over the loss of the soul fragment.

 

As Saeri had said before, if it was just one blood draw, it was fine.

 

“I’m fine, it’s just one blood draw. You said it’s no big deal.”

 

“If it’s another soul, it’s fine, but we need to find yours’, and right now your… Unstable.”

 

“I took it for a reason.”

 

The two men were each deep in thought.

 

Jaeho ran a hand through his soft, silky hair and frowned.

 

Yeon-young cocked his head.

 

“Is there something I don’t know?”

 

“It’s for the runaway.”

 

“Runaway?”

 

Before she knew it, Ryu Won was standing next to her.

 

He stroked her back gently, as if to calm her nerves.

 

Zhaolin explained.

 

“It’s rare, but if your soul vessel is small or unstable compared to your abilities, it will go on a rampage. If you use the soul fragments you’ve taken out beforehand, you can quickly stabilize it.”

 

“So that’s why you harvest the shards.”

 

“And the fragments will spoil quickly if not stored in the center’s protective facility.”

 

Yeon-Young thought about the nights Ryu Won had had nightmares, and wondered if they were a precursor to his rampage.

 

As she stared at Ryu Won, she saw a white, straight hand outstretched in front of her. It belonged to Jaeho.

 

“How are you doing with your abilities?”

 

“Better. I can still read memories on my own, but I’ve learned to block them from Ms. Zhaolin and…”

 

“There’s a reason Diane asked for a piece of your soul, you’re unstable. You should be free of those symptoms by now.”

 

“So I need to find your soul fragment, not your damn experiment. There’s no substitute.”

 

“I…, what should I do?”

 

The seriousness of what had been a lighthearted matter made Yeon-young impatient.

 

“There’s nothing I can do. I’ll have to go find it myself.”

 

“You’re going to go look for it yourself? In the warring Fifth Division?”

 

Jaeho nodded, his eyes filled with clear madness.