Chapter 165

【Script Task "Baekje Black Sky" Completed】

【Reward Settlement in Progress】

【Ten Minutes Until Teleportation. Teleport Immediately?】

The system's broadcast voice sounded just in time, announcing Jiang Zhihui's death and the end of the task.

Li Cheng extended two fingers, pinching the still-flickering paper cut of Yamata no Orochi as it floated in midair, glanced at it once, then tucked it into his backpack slot.

Huiyu, having reverted from a spherical form to human shape, landed on the ground and clenched his fists with lingering satisfaction. "All done?"

"Yeah, the rewards have already been credited."

Li Cheng paused. The task reward included the most valuable, highest-quality item carried by Jiang Zhihui, and one skill.

The skill was the one she had previously demonstrated: 【Familiar Swap】—exchanging positions with the white fox spirit.

"What about them?"

Huiyu pointed at Jiang Meixi, unconscious, and the infant in her arms.

The battle footage had already been captured by bystanders' phones and news station helicopters; players could flee, but as native inhabitants of the script world, they couldn't.

"Do good deeds to the end."

Li Cheng pulled Jiang Meixi upright, sprayed wound-sealing gel wildly over both her wrists to stop the bleeding, then told Huiyu: "Split off a clone. One clone rides the motorcycle and takes them to the prearranged location.

The other clone spreads out and packs up these building debris."

The gravity energy sphere had reduced the buildings on both sides of the street to ruins; steel rebar, concrete, cables, and wires had been crushed into a single mass by gravitational force.

Additionally, short-circuited wires ignited curtains, chairs, and other flammable materials, and detonated gas cylinders stored in food stalls, filling the scene with thick smoke—effectively replacing the Mist Concealment technique.

Time was critical. Huiyu nodded, splitting his form in two: half transformed into a little girl, mounted the motorcycle, and sped northward with Jiang Meixi and the infant.

The other half flattened into a disc, slowly covering the building debris.

At this moment, countless eyes were fixed on the smoky zone; the moment Li Cheng appeared, the Seoul Capital Defense Command's artillery units could launch an attack at any second.

To escape successfully under these conditions, he needed to create an even bigger commotion and trigger chaos across all of Seoul.

Li Cheng first ended the thunderstorm effect of 【Thunder Horn】, fired his bat hook to retrieve his thrown right arm and the horn, then reattached the arm.

Then he looked up at the sky, activated his rocket pack, and shot straight upward toward a KBS (Korean Broadcasting System) news live helicopter.

"As you can see, the collapsing buildings have stopped falling, and the thunderstorm at the fog's edge has ceased."

Inside the helicopter, the Park reporter, dragged out of bed at midnight for work, wore a solemn expression on camera—but off-camera, he clenched his fists in excitement, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

A terror attack of this scale was a once-in-a-lifetime story for an ordinary journalist.

Not to mention the bizarre elements involved: suspected aliens and superhumans.

Shhh—

A whistling sound rose from below, growing louder. The reporter and cameraman looked down simultaneously—and saw a middle-aged man in a delivery uniform flying upward, gliding close to the helicopter, then politely tapping on the co-pilot's window.

"***!"

Tens or hundreds of thousands of viewers watching the livestream clearly heard the chaos inside the helicopter—and the veteran reporter's startled curse.

"Could you open the door?"

Li Cheng spoke politely. When no one opened it, he casually pried the hatch open and sat down in the co-pilot's seat as if no one else were there.

The reporter's heart pounded. He instinctively stopped the cameraman from cutting the signal and, summoning courage, asked, "Are you… the cartoonist Jiang Wanyong?"

"Yes."

Li Cheng waved his hand without turning around; the exoskeleton arms on his back forcibly seized the helicopter's control stick and steered it northwest.

The helicopter pilot, bewildered, dared not resist the blood-stained mechanical arms, nor dare jump out the hatch—he raised both hands and surrendered his fate.

The reporter swallowed hard. "Could you tell us what exactly happened? Why were there explosions below?"

"Hmm, in short: my little sister-in-law, who died over a decade ago, came back to life and wanted her niece—my daughter—to debut as a global idol."

Li Cheng summarized, "I talked her out of it. These days, being an idol isn't reliable—the competition's too fierce. Girl groups have Bestie, Mamamoo; boy groups have EXO."

"It's EXO. The 'E' isn't pronounced."

The reporter instinctively corrected him. Li Cheng turned his head and glanced at him—terrified, the reporter shrank back, silent.

The middle-aged pilot didn't care about EXO. He croaked in fear: "Ahead—ahead is the National Assembly Building!"

"Yeah, I know."

Li Cheng remained nonchalant, continuing to steer the helicopter toward the six-story, brightly lit building—the seat of Korea's National Assembly.

Nearby, the artillery units realized Li Cheng's direction. Two Pegasus-type air-defense missiles streaked toward him—one from the left, one from the right.

Li Cheng shoved the control stick forward hard; the helicopter glided elegantly between skyscrapers, diving then climbing, using buildings as cover to make both missiles miss.

One hundred fifty meters. Two hundred meters. Two hundred fifty meters.

The helicopter kept ascending. At three hundred meters, Li Cheng opened the hatch and leapt into the air.

Beneath him lay the Korean National Assembly Building.

Under the temporary effect of 【Feather Glide】, Li Cheng's fall was relatively slow. Two new air-defense missiles launched again, ignoring the helicopter entirely, homing in on him.

The Seoul Capital Defense Command's reckless attack suggests someone important is hiding inside the brightly lit National Assembly Building—perhaps even Ms. Park—

The Blue House is too close to the private retreat on Bukhansan Mountain; for safety, Ms. Park might indeed have taken refuge in the underground bunker beneath the National Assembly.

Doesn't matter.

Li Cheng watched the approaching missiles, clenched his fist, and activated his newly acquired 【Familiar Swap】 skill.

The next instant, his form vanished—in its place appeared a sphere of liquid metal, wrapping a mass of building debris eight meters in diameter.

The liquid metal rapidly contracted, orienting one face of the debris toward the missiles, while transforming itself into a sleek black parachute, hidden by the night, and flew northward.

As for the debris itself, under the missile blast, its already fragile structure completely disintegrated, breaking into countless fragments that rained downward.

One cubic meter of concrete weighs about 2.4 tons. Nearly five thousand tons of concrete fell from three hundred meters above.

Boom—

The blue dome of the National Assembly Hall was smashed through in an instant, and the entire building collapsed completely like a row of dominoes.

Affiliated facilities such as the Korean Council Member Hall, the National Assembly Library, and the Constitutional Memorial Hall were also hit by fragments of the "meteorite," collapsing and being damaged beyond repair.

Columns of smoke rose from the ground, connecting heaven and earth.

Whether ordinary citizens in front of their televisions or the military command structure, all fell into complete chaos. No one noticed Li Cheng's figure appearing once again at the street intersection; he mounted his bat-winged motorcycle and rode north, vanishing into the night.