I Became the Successor of the Martial God Chapter 120

I Became the Successor of the Martial God

Chapter 120.  

Yoo Baek-jun took Han Seong-ah with him to Seoul. It was to attend a charity event.  

“Hmm.”  

The streets of Seoul were still in the midst of reconstruction.  

Still, compared to the last time he had visited, there had been significant progress. With all the construction experts, including dwarves, mobilized, it was only natural.  

“How much of my money went into this?”  

“A huge amount. About 5 billion won of your money, the reconstruction support funds from the family, and the future expenses from the demon realm included…”  

“Dizzying.”  

It wasn’t purely out of goodwill—there was a purpose behind it.  

But the amount was still too large.  

Unrealistically so.  

‘The fact that I can spend money like this and still have more left is even more unrealistic.’  

Moreover, considering the magic stones that would be produced in the demon realm, this was actually a profit.  

Yoo Baek-jun looked around.  

‘We do need to restore things quickly.’

Many people had lost their homes due to the recent incident.  

Although the government had provided temporary shelters while the city was being rebuilt, there were still those who fell through the cracks.  

“Free meals are being served! Feel free to come and eat!”  

“Disaster relief supplies available here!”  

Volunteers and organizations were out on the streets to help such people. Among them, one group particularly caught Yoo Baek-jun’s attention.  

“Hello, we’re from Savior International!”  

“Anyone who needs a place to stay due to the reconstruction work? Please come this way!”  

“Emergency financial aid available! We’re currently running a support program in cooperation with the government. Yes, right over here!”  

Savior International.  

A name Yoo Baek-jun had heard before.  

“…….”  

As he watched the volunteers, Han Seong-ah, sensing his interest, spoke up.  

“They’re a global nonprofit organization. An organization active worldwide, I heard they visit areas heavily damaged by Gates to conduct volunteer work.”  

“Like this, huh.”  

“Yes, providing shelter, financial aid, and such. They mainly help the socially vulnerable.”  

“Hmm.”  

Yoo Baek-jun smiled faintly.  

“They must be popular.”  

“I’d think so. They’re volunteering not just here but all over Seoul.”  

But was that popularity born of pure intentions?  

Yoo Baek-jun sighed inwardly, thinking of what was to come.  

* * *  

“In remembrance of the victims, may this song bring comfort to your hearts… Let us begin.”  

The charity event wasn’t anything grand. Given the circumstances, they couldn’t exactly throw a party at a hotel.  

Instead, they invited singers and orchestras to perform comforting music.  

“Sounds nice.”  

Yoo Baek-jun listened to the music for a while.  

Passersby, as if enchanted, gathered at the venue to listen.  

“Young Master, I’ve purchased the charity items as you instructed. What about the donation?”  

“We’ll do that later.”  

At such events, the money from charity sales and donations were combined to help people.  

Music soothed the heart, but money brought even greater relief.  

‘Well, it helps me too.’  

Image management was important, after all.  

Yoo Baek-jun was about to take Seol-yeong out of his pocket to listen to the music together.  

—Squeak? Waaah!  

But the little one was squirming inside the inner pocket. Wondering what was going on, he pulled it out.  

“What’s this?”  

—…….  

“Wait, why are you here?”  

Something had come out with Seol-yeong.  

A tiny figure with long, pale green hair—none other than the fairy of the World Tree.  

She glanced nervously at Yoo Baek-jun.  

—I-I was bored.  

“The one responsible for the grand project of restoring the demon realm was bored?”  

—I-I can get bored too, you know…….  

Embarrassed, the fairy hid behind Seol-yeong’s head. She was so small that it completely covered her.  

—I wanted to see the outside world too!  

“You could’ve at least told me… Hmm.”  

—I can hide my presence.  

Yoo Baek-jun was about to say something but stopped when he saw Seol-yeong’s pleading eyes.  

He sighed.  

“Fine. But you absolutely cannot let anyone see you.”  

—Okay! I won’t.  

The fairy waved her hand, and a mysterious powder scattered. Yet, she didn’t turn transparent… but no one seemed to notice her.  

—Now no one can see me, right?  

Yoo Baek-jun glanced around.  

The fairy was fluttering about, giggling, but no one paid her any attention.  

Must be some kind of perception-distorting skill.  

—The music’s nice! Reminds me of the elves.  

—Urk.  

The sight of the fairy perched on Seol-yeong’s head, enjoying the music, was… oddly heartwarming.  

Han Seong-ah watched with a fond expression too.  

—Hey, hey, about that island. How long are you going to keep calling it the ‘demon realm’?  

“Why? ‘Demon realm’ sounds cool.”  

—No, it doesn’t…….  

The fairy clearly disliked the name.  

Well, calling the land where the World Tree was planted the ‘demon realm’ was practically inviting negativity.  

“Hmm, if we were to change it…”  

Only one name came to mind.  

“Floating Island?”  

—…….  

The fairy narrowed her eyes.  

Han Seong-ah, listening nearby, did the same.  

“Young Master, that’s a bit too lazy…”  

—Exactly! You just named it ‘Floating Island’ because it’s a floating island, right?  

“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”  

Yoo Baek-jun stood his ground confidently.  

The fairy had nothing to say to that.  

—But there are so many prettier names… Yggdrasil? Huh? How about something like that?  

“Too long. Let’s go with Floating Island.”  

—Eeeek……!  

He had no intention of giving it some overly grandiose name. Ignoring the fairy’s protests, Yoo Baek-jun settled on ‘Floating Island.’  

“Young Master, I’ll go make the donation now.”  

“Sure.”  

Han Seong-ah left to handle the donation.  

Yoo Baek-jun listened to the music as the fairy and Seol-yeong chattered noisily.  

Then, someone approached him.  

“Long time no see, Yoo Baek-jun.”  

—Eep!  

Yoo Baek-jun quickly stuffed the fairy back into his pocket. 

The one who had greeted him was Chae Jeong-jun.  

“Yeah, it’s been a while. You look…”  

“Terrible, right? Hahaha.”  

“More like half-dead.”  

Chae Jeong-jun had always had dark circles, but now he looked like a panda.  

And his face was utterly drained from exhaustion.  

“At this rate, I might just die from overwork in a few weeks, haha!”  

“Is that something to laugh about?”  

“They’ll at least count it as a work-related death, right?”  

“If not, that’d be way too much of a black company.”  

“Well, it is a black company, to be honest.”  

Chae Jeong-jun smiled bitterly.  

The Association Chairman had been beheaded, and their faction had to be purged. 

Then, he had to place his own people in key positions while overseeing the reconstruction efforts.  

“I don’t even remember the last time I went home.”  

Most of the Association members hadn’t been able to go home either, just working nonstop.  

Chae Jeong-jun let out a deep sigh.  

“You’ve been through a lot.”  

“No, no. That’s not why I came. There’s someone I’d like to introduce you to.”  

“An introduction?”  

Here it comes.  

Yoo Baek-jun had expected this.  

“Yes, he’s an outstanding friend…”  

Chae Jeong-jun smiled and stepped aside, revealing the person behind him.  

A tall, well-built man with striking looks—the kind anyone would call handsome.  

And he radiated immense power.  

“Hello. I’ve heard a lot about you from Deputy Director Chae. I’m—”  

The man extended his hand with a smile.  

“Han Chang-woo.”  

The main character of Heroes Road.  

Alongside Jin Seo-yeon, he was one of the two central protagonists, heavily featured in promotions.  

And for good reason.  

He was incredibly handsome, with a naturally likable appearance.  

‘Yoo Baek-jun’s character is good-looking too, but…’  

His gaunt, villainous look made him less ideal as a main promotional face.  

His role in the story was also ambiguous. 

He kept dying like a sunfish and disappearing.  

“Yes, I’m Yoo Baek-jun.”  

Yoo Baek-jun shook Han Chang-woo’s hand.  

An intense surge of magical power ran through him, making his hand tingle.  

“You’re quite the skilled Hunter. Chae Jeong-jun, you’ve been hiding someone like this?”  

“Haha, no. He’s still a C-rank Hunter. Plenty to learn.”  

“That’s right. I can barely take care of myself.”  

Han Chang-woo laughed.  

His smile was naturally likable.  

‘C-rank?’  

Yoo Baek-jun smiled too—though his was closer to a sneer.  

‘A guy with a S-rank unique ability calling himself C-rank.’  

Dragon’s Contractor.  

Han Chang-woo’s unique ability.  

Originally, his ability had been so ordinary that he was practically ignored.  

‘Then he formed a party and entered a Gate, where he encountered a twist of fate.’  

A dying dragon.  

Unlike the others who fled in terror, Han Chang-woo cared for the dragon with utmost devotion.  

‘As a result, the dragon chose him as its contractor, granting him a new unique ability.’  

No ordinary ability, either.  

A magical power rivaling Yoon Song-ha’s, plus the power to borrow the dragon’s strength.  

Eventually, he could even become a Dragonkin.  

‘And he might become my enemy.’  

A sigh escaped him.  

Could he be turned into an ally? That would be ideal, but it wouldn’t be easy.  

“Young Master, I’ve made the donation… Oh.”  

“Ah, good work.”  

Han Seong-ah, noticing Han Chang-woo, immediately grew suspicious.  

Her instincts told her he was no ordinary person.  

“Oh, no need to be so on edge.”  

“…My apologies. Occupational hazard.”  

“Is that so?”  

Han Chang-woo smiled warmly.  

“By the way, about the donation…”  

“It’s a charity event. We couldn’t just show up empty-handed. Figured we might as well contribute something.”

“You didn’t have to, Yoo Baek-jun…”  

“It’s fine. The funds are for Seoul’s reconstruction. The sooner, the better.”  

Chae Jeong-jun looked awkward.  

Even without this donation, Yoo Baek-jun’s contributions were already massive.  

“…….”  

Han Chang-woo stared at Yoo Baek-jun, as if assessing him.  

Han Seong-ah, uncomfortable with the gaze, was about to say something when—  

“Ah, here you all are.”  

Another new figure appeared.  

A flamboyant blond Westerner—a man who looked like a successful CEO, with strikingly narrow eyes.  

Chae Jeong-jun recognized him.  

“Vincent! Ah, Yoo Baek-jun, this is the person who helped greatly in organizing this event—”  

“Let me introduce myself.”  

The man stopped Chae Jeong-jun and greeted Yoo Baek-jun directly.  

“Hello, Yoo Baek-jun.”  

He extended a pale hand.  

“Vincent Wheeler, CEO of Savior International. It’s an honor to meet the most famous man of the hour.”  

Vincent Wheeler.  

A bitter smile crept onto Yoo Baek-jun’s lips.  

‘Finally showed up.’  

The second major event.  

The mastermind behind the ‘Cult of Resurrection.’