The sorting of stolen goods continued all night.
After building a few more warehouses, they finally managed to finish organizing everything.
Now it was time to clean up.
The plaza was filled with assorted junk.
"Hueeek!"
Rajiks gave orders to the sec—no, the clean toy, the janitor android powered by Stonic chips.
Head servant.
Chief servant Rajiks.
Meanwhile, Headmaster Harold was carefully picking documents out of a pile of trash that had been set aside to be discarded, examining them closely.
Our headmaster seemed to be addicted to text.
If there were letters, he would find them and read them.
As expected of someone with a long academic pedigree—there really was something different about him.
His expression looked serious…
Deeply absorbed in something.
'Did he find something important?'
I quietly stepped closer.
"Summoner."
"Yes?"
"Would you read this?"
"Ah, sure."
It was in English.
How was I supposed to read this?
As if anticipating that, Headmaster Harold explained directly.
"It's an official notice sent by the Terra Empire Central Bank to its branches."
"…Ah!"
Probably paperwork that got swept up when Rajiks robbed the bank.
The contents?
"An emergency order to transport all high-denomination Stonic chips to the central bank."
"Oh, yeah, it does say that. Central Bank… Stonic… emergency order."
I recognized a few words, but honestly didn't fully understand it.
Still—why?
"Among them, the target is Stonic chips with a face value of 100 million or higher."
Chips worth 100 million or more.
That meant Stonics made of top-grade magic stones.
"Isn't that strange? They're leaving chips under 100 million as-is, and gathering only the 100-million-and-up top-grade chips."
True.
There were Stonic chips worth one million or ten million each.
Those were probably made from high-grade magic stones.
Yet those weren't included.
"If they deliberately singled out only top-grade chips…"
"Then there must be something beyond simple currency circulation."
What could it be?
As we talked, Kosak sidled over and joined in.
"Could it be bomb-making? Like ultimate mana bombs?"
"For bomb manufacturing, the quantity is far too large."
"Then what are they using it for?"
"I have a theory, though I can't be certain…"
"It's fine. Please go on."
Headmaster Harold explained his conjecture.
"As far as I know, there are dimensional travelers on the main Earth as well."
There are.
Three of them, in fact.
We confirmed that during the previous observation mission.
"They should also have access to the dimensional auction house."
…Huh?
The dimensional auction house?
"And as you know, Summoner, the auction house's currency is top-grade magic stones."
That's right.
Transactions were only possible with top-grade stones.
"I've heard that even in the White Tower, you can check the auction status board. May I take a look? If you would allow it."
"I'll bring it up right now."
Ts-pat!
A holographic auction status board appeared in midair.
Scroll—
Various items came into view.
"They must have tasted despair on the 72nd floor. Lord Gobang's martial strength cannot be handled by players alone."
True.
Among the summoned beings, how many could beat Gobang?
Aside from the Mad Demon—none.
"Earth No. 1 alone isn't enough. They'll look for a way somehow. And then suddenly, mass acquisition of top-grade Stonics?"
Hmm.
"It may be a far-fetched leap, but the only thing that comes to mind is that dimensional auction house."
Juhyeok scanned the auction board as well.
Page after page.
It seemed they planned to buy something here to deal with the crisis.
Something expensive, no doubt.
'If it's something that requires massive amounts of top-grade stones…'
Suddenly—
He froze.
One item caught Juhyeok's eye.
– Divine Artifact: Godslayer's Long Spear
– Current bid: 2,500,000,000 kg of top-grade magic stones
The Godslayer's Long Spear.
Price: 2.5 billion kilograms of top-grade stones—2.5 million tons.
If 1 kg equals 100 million Stonics…
That's 25 billion kilograms → 25 gyeong Stonics.
"…Holy hell."
Are they trying to buy that?
"Y-yeah, that looks right. They're planning to buy a divine artifact to kill Gobang."
"It's a weapon capable of killing a god. If struck by it, even the soul could be annihilated. Resurrection might be impossible."
Those bastards!
"We can't let them buy that."
"We need to rob the central bank."
"According to the documents, they'll finish securing the Stonics by tomorrow."
"Then we deal with it before that."
Juhyeok gave orders to Kosak.
"Master strategist Kosak."
"Yes, sir!"
"Draw up a plan."
"I'll prepare the briefing."
We strike first.
Steal the Stonics and bid on the spear ourselves—leave them completely helpless.
The theory could be wrong.
It might really be just currency circulation.
But we're facing an AI god anyway.
Wouldn't a specialized weapon be necessary?
White Tower, 9th-floor plaza.
The summoned beings gathered in one place.
Kosak stood on the podium.
"Greetings. There is nothing in this world that cannot be stolen. FBI-designated worst serial bank robber, 100 theft convictions, aggravated sentencing—300 years, riot accomplice, charges dropped. This is Kosak."
Shrrrk!
A hologram unfolded.
A full map of Terra City.
"Look here. This is the commercial shopping district we looted."
Kosak marked locations on the holographic map.
"Over here, at the city center, is the Grand Temple. Everything around it is Rank 1 territory."
Terra's core zone.
The central administrative district.
"Right here are corporate headquarters, research institutes, TV stations—and the central bank."
Exactly.
To rob the central bank, we have to enter Rank 1 territory.
The district where the ruling class with the best bodies lives—those who wield immense power even in reality.
"Honestly, Rank 1 folks aren't the real problem. The real obstacle is something else—archangels."
Archangels.
Terra's ultimate weapon.
Infinitely dividing androids.
"If they intervene, it gets very troublesome. So we need countermeasures."
Kosak grinned.
"Look forward to it. For the first time, all summoned beings will be deployed. Aside from Boss Bong's main unit, we'll divide into 20 teams of 15."
An operation that summons every single summoned being at once.
How?
There was a way.
A ticket item he'd been saving for just such a moment.
A ticket that allows all summoned beings registered in the catalog to be summoned at once, regardless of the simultaneous summon limit.
Duration: fixed at 3 hours.
Forced unsummon after time expires.
If not now, then when?
To gain something, you have to invest.
"Think of it as guerrilla warfare. Operations will take place not only in District 1, but also in Districts 2 and 3. A chance to run wild."
The summoned beings' faces lit up with anticipation.
Finally—a mission.
During the shopping center raid, only 50 summoned beings had been deployed.
Those not chosen had been deeply disappointed.
I'm good at stealing too.
I can loot plenty.
Now the opportunity had come.
They would stand out, make a name for themselves, and earn a spot among the elite fifty.
The briefing continued.
Each team received tailored assignments.
Only thorough planning would ensure success in one strike.
Discussion, execution, item preparation.
Time passed.
All preparations were complete.
Shall we go?
To plunder top-grade magic stones.
Juhyeok alone wrapped himself in the transcendent concealment veil and went outside.
Spot!
District 2 entertainment area.
Many shops were closed in broad daylight.
He broke into a suitable one.
Pulled a ticket from his inventory and tore it.
Riiip!
Ding!
[You have used the Catalog: All Summoned Beings Summon Ticket.]
[For 3 hours, the simultaneous summon limit is set to infinite.]
Done.
Status window?
Unlimited simultaneous summons.
Then, in order—
"Mad Demon Team summon, Colonel Bae Team summon, Bardin Team summon, Baek Dan-a Team summon…"
Spot, spot, spot, spot.
A total of 300 summoned beings appeared.
Excluding the 72nd-floor administrator Gobang and some production-type units.
It was packed.
Chaotic.
"Move out. Team leaders, proceed to your assigned positions."
"Yes!"
"Understood."
"Colonel Veronica Caliber reporting. Certain victory!"
"Please be careful, Summoner."
All twenty teams—three hundred members total—began their operations.
Papapat!
The summoned beings scattered.
Terra City, District 1.
Top floor of the Black Union Corporation headquarters.
Kohen Yamazaki was receiving a report from his secretary.
First, the status of high-denomination Stonic acquisition.
"We've exceeded the target. A total of approximately 26 gyeong Stonics is currently stored in the underground vault of the central bank."
"What about Maverick? Have you contacted him?"
Kal Maverick, a dimensional traveler from the main Earth.
He was the one scheduled to purchase the Godslayer's Long Spear at the auction.
Maverick possessed an artifact.
A subspace bag dedicated to magic stones.
It could only store magic stones and Stonics—a drawback—but its capacity was virtually infinite.
"He said he'll head to the central bank in one hour."
"Hmph. He should hurry."
The Godslayer's Long Spear wouldn't sell easily.
The price was astronomical.
Still, Kohen wanted it bought as soon as possible.
He had a bad feeling.
Who knew what that crafty summoner from Earth No. 1001 might do?
"What's the situation in District 1?"
"Please don't worry. We've activated a security posture equivalent to wartime."
"In detail."
Pop!
The secretary projected a hologram into the air of the office.
"All police forces have been deployed to Terra City District 1. Additionally, two archangels, plus one newly manufactured unit—three in total—have been dispatched. Rank 1 combat personnel have also been stationed throughout the area."
That was about as much as could be done.
Even if the summoner showed up again in the District 2 shopping area, they wouldn't pull forces from District 1.
All they had to do was stop him from coming here.
"Shall I prepare as well?"
He should head to the central bank.
The massive amount of Stonics had to be entrusted to Maverick, and naturally, Kohen would oversee it personally.
"Have a flight drone ready. I'll go ahead and wait—"
Just then!
Knock, knock!
Someone rapped on Kohen's office door.
Bang!
The door flew open.
"C-Chairman!"
"What is it?"
"Y-You need to watch the broadcast immediately."
A broadcast?
Spot!
A holographic screen appeared in the center of the office.
A white-haired old man was on screen.
An actor?
"It's live."
"Why is this—?"
"He has no biometric identification ID."
"What?"
Someone without a biometric ID was on air?
That meant he wasn't a Terra citizen.
Could it be—
The voice from the hologram rang out.
—My name is Harold. As you can see, I'm just an ordinary old man, standing here with the help of my colleagues.
A summoned being.
They had seized the broadcasting station.
But why?
—I'm not accustomed to speaking in public like this. But I was so angry I couldn't endure it any longer.
Harold's voice burned with fury.
—You called our summoner a demon. Truly absurd.
Kohen frowned.
So what?
He is a demon.
—How dare you! You selfish creatures who destroyed countless worlds in pursuit of immortality!
—I'll show you myself. The atrocities you committed using the Black Tower.
Spot!
The screen changed.
A devastated world appeared.
Its defining feature—
Sinkholes.
Holes punched densely into the land.
Enough to give anyone trypophobia.
—Look carefully. See how horrific it is. What do you think happened to the people who lived here? That's right. They all died. Because of the Black Tower you built.
The images kept changing.
Different worlds.
Earth No. 675, connected to the White Tower's 1st floor.
Earths linked to the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors.
All annihilated.
—Can you even imagine how many died? At least thirty billion. The number of lives you took.
And that wasn't all.
Images of worlds that had narrowly avoided destruction appeared.
Earth No. 843.
Scenes of sinkhole wave defense battles.
—Now I ask you. Who are the murderers? Who are the demons that destroy worlds? You know the answer. Don't deny it, you spawn of devils!
Kohen stared blankly at the hologram.
This was live.
Every citizen of Terra was watching—
from their homes, their workplaces, or the streets.
—You whine over a mere three sinkholes? How laughable. So how many died? Two hundred? Three hundred? Hah! Pathetic, stupid, wretched sociopaths.
—True judgment will arrive. Justice will flow like a river. The judge's gavel will deliver a firm verdict upon you. Starting with this broadcast!
Then—
The screen changed again.
A skyscraper appeared.
Every Terra citizen knew this building.
The Grand Temple.
The central information processing center where god resided.
And—
The very building Kohen was standing in.
The Black Union Corporation headquarters.
At its summit floated a massive sphere of light, symbolizing god.
In Buddhist terms, a Buddha statue.
In Christianity, a cross.
"Why is that on live feed…?"
Then—
Ziiiiiiing!
An ominous sound, as if something were charging.
At the same time—
Pshuuuuuuuuush!
KWAANG! KWA-KWA-KWAANG!!!
The symbol of god exploded.
What?
A fabricated video?
No.
It was real.
Kukukukukukung!
The entire office shook violently.
"M-My god…"
Kohen was horrified.
Terra City's landmark, the sacred sphere of light, had been shattered in an instant.
"R-Real…?"
The Grand Temple was under attack.
An unprecedented event.
"Chairman, you must evacuate!"
"…Uh—uhh…"
Kohen stood there, stunned.
But that was only the beginning.
KWAANG!
An explosion from the east.
KWAANG!
From the west.
KWAAANG! KWA-KWAANG!
From the south and the north as well.
Reports flooded in.
"C-Chairman! Intruders have broken into the corporation's research facilities!"
"Dragons have appeared at government offices and city hall—!"
"District 3's factory zone is under attack! Smart farms, food depots, and Stonic magic-stone power plants—!"
What was happening?
How had Terra fallen into such chaos?
It was a humiliation.
Broadcast stations seized.
The Grand Temple attacked.
Key facilities across Terra struck simultaneously.
"Th-These… damn it!"
Kohen was furious beyond restraint.
"Archangels, drones, and android units have been dispatched to all incident sites. Division will begin shortly."
Good.
Capture them.
Kill them.
Then—
A thought struck him.
Kohen turned toward the panoramic window.
One building caught his eye.
One of Terra's most critical institutions.
"…The central bank?"
The place storing the massive Stonics meant to buy the Godslayer's Long Spear.
"So far, it remains secure."
That's good, but—
Then why?
Why was that place untouched?
"D-Don't tell me…?"
Kohen's face drained of color.
Before the attacks began, Juhyeok had been waiting.
Waiting until Headmaster Harold, Old Man Mackenzie, and the mage teams seized the broadcasting station and issued their declaration.
Waiting until Colonel Bae sniped and destroyed the divine sphere with a heavy round, and the other teams launched assaults across the city.
Finally, the time came.
KWA-KWA-KWA-KWAANG! KWA-KWAANG!
Explosions echoed across Terra.
Operation start.
He donned the transcendent concealment veil.
Ts-pi-pi-pi-fit!
With gale-speed shadow steps, he entered District 1.
In an instant—
he stood before the central bank's main entrance.
Moments ago, security had been airtight.
Now, it was thin.
The archangels had flown elsewhere.
Which meant—
"Dimensional Grand Thief Team—summon."
Spot!
Rajiks.
Kosak.
El.
Mari.
And Diamat.
"Ms. Diamat?"
"Yes, Master. I'll begin."
A wide-area Dream Domain activated.
The guards at the entrance collapsed one by one, limp.
Kosak decapitated the android guards.
Pabat—slash!
El fired EMP rounds at the police drones with her magigun.
Flash! Pabat!
They entered the central bank.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Who could resist the authority of a Great Demon Succubus Queen?
It was virtually a bloodless entry.
How did they reach the vault?
What—was a nightmare's allure just for show?
They picked the highest-ranking-looking official, woke him gently, and—
"Oppa, I want to go to the vault."
"Ah—of course. I'll guide you."
"By the way, how do we open the vault door?"
"There's a master key."
"Thank you, oppa!"
"It's nothing. Please ask me for anything."
Guided kindly by a bank executive, they descended to the underground vault.
The master key turned—
Bang!
The doors swung open.
"Wow!"
"Oh my—"
"Ahh…"
"Hoe!"
A vast space, like the underground parking of a megamall.
Filled wall to wall with glittering, brilliant high-denomination Stonic chips.
An absurd quantity.
How long would it take to pack all this?
Why wouldn't they?
Ta-eng! Paeng-geureureu!
Slip—slisss—slissss—slissssss!
They had a dimensional grand thief.
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