Chapter 65

Ching ching!

In a space where flashes of light flickered, two shadows clashed, their movements too fast for the eye to follow.

The two shadows, having clashed in one place, changed locations and clashed again, repeating the process over and over.

Eventually, the sound of clashing stopped, and one of the two shadows collapsed.

“Thud!”

Amon rolled across the training ground.

The person who had caused this looked at him with concern and asked, “Are you okay?”

Amon nodded. “I’m fine, Chief.”

“Any injuries?”

“None at all.”

As he said this, Amon tried to hide the marks of being knocked down. But the one called the Chief didn’t miss it.

He fussed over Amon as he approached. “If I leave this alone, I’ll get fired by the Chairman later!”

Seeing the Chief’s reaction, Amon forced a bitter smile and extended his arm. It wasn’t entirely impossible.

In the past, when the previous Security Chief had failed to control his strength and cracked Amon’s arm, Cash had said something that couldn’t be ignored.

“Hmm… I’m a bit worried. Should we replace him now?”

Cash had said it as a joke, but to Amon, it sounded 20% serious.

The Chief, who stood a towering 3 meters tall, awkwardly opened an emergency kit with surprisingly delicate hands. He pulled out an expensive healing potion and sprayed it on Amon.

Seeing the Security Chief, a man of his stature, fumbling like this in front of Amon might make those who admired him lose respect, but there was no helping it.

He was dealing with the future Chairman of the Megacorp, who was watching with honey-dripping eyes.

Trying to act tough in front of such a person?

That wasn’t just bad for his career—it was practically asking to be killed.

Of course, someone at the level of Security Chief would have confidence in his combat abilities, but no matter how strong an individual was, they couldn’t live comfortably while being targeted by an entire Megacorp.

It was only natural that the newly appointed Security Chief would fumble in front of Amon.

For the same reason, he couldn’t act tough with the Water Buffalo Tanker and the Mute Sniper, who were technically below him in rank.

At first, the individuals involved were embarrassed, but since the Security Chief’s attitude didn’t change, they eventually stopped caring.

Only after Amon’s wounds had healed did the Security Chief let out a sigh of relief.

“Phew. Ah, right. Let me give you feedback on the earlier fight. It was excellent. You’re almost keeping up with my speed now. I couldn’t find any flaws in your technique.”

In this area, Amon was on par with the Security Chief.

At this level, he could hold his own against the Chief.

If the Chief let his guard down, Amon could even stab him in the neck.

Of course, in a real fight, the Chief would pull out his trump card and become stronger than during training, but by the same logic, Amon would also use his specialized equipment. In conclusion, Amon had reached a level where he could threaten the Chief.

However, there was one thing the Chief found disappointing.

“Your strength…”

The Security Chief glanced at Amon. He wanted to recommend enhancements but held back.

He knew that Amon had an unusual aversion to enhancements.

To him, it was incomprehensible.

This wasn’t the Middle Ages; relying on physical training to get stronger was too inefficient.

Sure, every enhancement had its weaknesses, but those weaknesses could be compensated for with better enhancements or complementary procedures.

The weakness of cybernetic enhancements to EMP could be offset with magic engravings, and the allergic side effects of genetic enhancements could be mitigated with allergy suppressors.

Finally, the drawback of magic engravings consuming too much magic power and having poor sustainability could be compensated for with magic capsules.

Even the Security Chief himself had replaced most of his body with enhancements.

Amon’s approach was hard to understand.

But he had no choice but to respect it.

‘If that’s what he wants, who am I to argue?’

He was going to be the future Chairman’s husband, after all. Maybe there was some special family reason for it.

With that thought, the Security Chief shook off his musings and continued speaking.

“Your strength will grow over time. Would you like me to recommend a training regimen?”

“Please do.”

*

After the spar with the Security Chief, Amon washed off his sweat and headed to Cash.

As soon as Amon arrived, Cash greeted him as if she had been waiting.

Her chest swayed inside her low-cut dress.

It wasn’t on Sonia’s level, but Cash was still quite destructive.

But that wasn’t her main appeal.

The panty strap visible through the slit in her dress.

Amon averted his gaze and looked at her face instead.

Feeling an inexplicable sense of guilt, he met Cash’s eyes.

“You’re here?”

Cash smiled enchantingly.

She poured a cup of water for Amon.

As she set the cup down, her cleavage briefly entered Amon’s line of sight.

‘White!’

What exactly was white remained a secret for Cash’s honor.

After preparing her own tea, Cash sat across from Amon.

As she crossed her legs, the thick thighs that were her trademark pressed against each other.

It was a situation where not just the panty strap but the panties themselves could be revealed, but Cash remained composed.

While Amon sipped his water, Cash savored the aroma of her tea and moistened her lips.

Her conversation mostly revolved around everyday topics.

As usual.

Normally, after morning training, Amon would spend the morning with Cash, have lunch, and then part ways.

But today was a bit different.

After lunch, she stopped Amon as he was about to leave.

“Come by the office later today.”

Amon readily agreed.

After the meal, the two returned to Cash’s office.

Cash pulled an envelope from a drawer.

She hadn’t given any hint earlier, so Amon was quite surprised.

Cash handed him the envelope and explained.

“I didn’t think it was something to bring up right after training. They say people are more generous when they’re full. It’s even part of corporate strategy.”

Amon gave a wry smile.

Strangely, he didn’t feel like he’d been tricked.

That’s how much he trusted Cash.

Amon opened the envelope and checked the documents inside.

As he did, Cash spoke up.

“You remember that dungeon you cleared before, White Dawn?”

Amon recalled the first Megacorp he had taken down.

He couldn’t even remember its name now.

‘What was it called, Hizen? Sizen?’

All he remembered was that it had been absorbed by the 3 Dollar Group.

Since it wasn’t important, he shook off the thought and focused on the conversation with Cash.

Cash continued, “Even though the boss of White Dawn was defeated by an Unknown Person, the dungeon is still producing monsters. At least, that’s what it looks like from the outside.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Dungeons react differently after their bosses are defeated, depending on their origins.

The <Howling Darkness> that Amon’s party had completely destroyed stopped respawning undead after the Lich was purified and Seanrye, who was behind it, was absorbed into Cash’s company.

Thanks to that, mercenaries were flocking to the dungeon like they were catching the last train, but that wasn’t important.

What was important was that Cash had suddenly brought it up as if confirming a fact.

Then, the words Amon had expected came out of Cash’s mouth.

“The boss of White Dawn has been resurrected.”

Amon’s fist clenched.

Seeing this, Cash took his hand.

“Calm down. It’s been resurrected, but it’s quite different from what you described.”

“?”

“It’s not a female form, but a male one. It could communicate, but it was far from the noble being you told me about. More like a Crazy Old Man?”

Only then did Amon’s fist relax.

Even though demons don’t have a fixed gender, they usually take the form of a young woman.

After all, they need to impersonate goddesses or saints.

Especially since demons, while capable of changing their form, take pride in their appearance and rarely alter it.

Conclusion.

That woman hadn’t returned.

After checking Amon’s condition, Cash finally got to the point.

“Here’s the main issue. Investigate that dungeon’s boss. If possible, I’d like you to gather exclusive information that only you can obtain.”

According to Cash, since the dungeon was born from a failed Divine Power experiment, the company wanted to observe its interaction with Divine Power.

Of course, Rekhetio Corporation could hire Divine Power users if they wanted.

But they couldn’t be trusted.

The betrayal rate hovered around 2-3%.

With Amon, who knew the dungeon well and had a 0% betrayal rate, there was no reason to send them.

“How about it? Can you handle it?”

“Of course. Just make sure the compensation is worth it.”

“I’ll make sure it’s satisfying.”

Amon agreed without even checking the details.

Because he trusted Cash.

Cash reciprocated that trust.

After Amon signed the contract, Cash placed it back in the envelope.

“I’ll handle the complicated procedures.”

“Thanks. Oh, are you in a hurry? I was planning to go with Sonia after her school ends this afternoon.”

“That’s fine. Take your time.”

“Thanks.”

Afterward, Amon and Cash chatted about this and that.

When it was time to leave, Amon shook Cash’s hand.

“Feel free to send more requests my way.”

Though he had turned down the Security Chief position to remain a free spirit, requests were a different matter.

As long as they weren’t trying to tie him down, he was open to taking on requests.

In fact, requests from Cash, whom he trusted, were far better than those from unknown clients.

After all, the number one cause of death for mercenaries was betrayal by clients or brokers, so this was a much better arrangement for Amon.

“Having a mercenary like you is much more reassuring for me too.”

From Cash and the company’s perspective, it was a sure thing.

Combat prowess on par with the Security Chief, excellent situational judgment, and above all, guaranteed trust.

Honestly, he was more reliable than the External Intelligence Department, which was on the company payroll.

Sure, it cost money, but he was worth every penny.

To Rekhetio, Amon was that kind of asset.

Moreover, mercenaries had other advantages.

As he shook her hand, Amon joked, “If things go wrong, you can always cut ties.”

Unlike employees, it was much easier to cut ties with mercenaries.

If something went wrong, they could just wash their hands of it and play dumb.

It wasn’t for nothing that companies sponsored mercenaries or gave them contracts, even when they had their own private armies.

But Cash didn’t take Amon’s joke lightly.

Her expression hardened, and she spoke with utmost seriousness.

“I won’t abandon you. Ever.”

“It was a joke.”

“I don’t even joke about that.”

At her earnest response, Amon chuckled and patted her shoulder.

“Thanks, Cash. You’re really dependable.”

“I’m the one who’s always grateful.”

Only then did Cash’s expression soften.

Afterward, Amon bid her farewell and left the office.

After Amon left the office, passed through the company lobby, and was well away from the company, Cash finally wiped the smile off her face.

As soon as Amon was out of sight, she changed her dress.

Or rather, adjusted it.

She tightened her chest and fixed the slit in her skirt.

After putting on a vest and adding a few touches, her enchanting dress transformed into a business suit.

With a tie now in place, she picked up the phone.

“Let’s start the meeting we postponed earlier.”

---