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Old Hwang who was in Shanghai looked the same. He was waiting for Woojin at a restaurant, enjoying his meal.

“Take a seat.”

Woojin sat down and Old Hwang picked a piece of meat with his fork and said, “I heard Amon died.”

“Oh, so you’ve heard.”

“Amon’s dead, all the vampires are gone, and I heard you fought with Loki and the Frost Giants too.”

“Do you have a spy on my team?”

“Of course not. You got a hell of a team there.”

Woojin smiled.

“Well, you seem to know everything.”

Old Hwang wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked, “Is it really possible to become an Avatar?”

Old Hwang asked with a curious expression and Woojin hesitated to answer for a bit.

“How much do you know about this?”

“I heard thousands of refugees in the Central African Republic died recently.”

If he knew about that, then he had definitely heard about the Avatar Project.

“Ra from Egypt has cleaned up the mess. And to answer your question, it is possible to become an Avatar, but there is a low success rate.”

“I see. So it is possible.”

It seemed like it was enough for Old Hwang to know that it was possible.

“By the way, I have a request.”

“Sure. Let’s talk business then.”

“Can you tell me about any sightings of newfound monsters or a mass of missing people?”


Old Hwang poured liquor into his cup and drank. He then looked back at Woojin.

“I’m not supposed to be curious about work, but this one really makes me curious. Can you tell me why?”

Woojin might have answered that it was expensive as a joke, but this issue was not so simple. It seemed like it might be better to ask for actual help.

“We missed a dangerous enemy. If he regains his power, he will need to eat all living things in his path. He can also create monsters, so hence the request. I’ll pay the top price as I mentioned.”

“Dangerous? How dangerous is he?”

“If we don’t get to him quick, the world will come to an end.”

Old Hwang burst into laughter, but he saw that Woojin was serious and stopped. Old Hwang had seen what Woojin had done since the beginning. He wiped out vampires and fought many powerful Avatars while fighting against Amon. There were many who were known for their strength. And that Woojin was now talking about the end of the world. It wasn’t a joke.

“Hmph. So, it is not a joke then.”

“I wouldn’t joke about such a thing.”

“Can we narrow the possible range of finding him?”

“We missed him south of Jeju, so we will need to watch on Korea, Japan, China, and Russia. But he doesn’t seem to have spiritual power, so we can’t track him down.”

“Thus we need to find what he might have done?”

“Yes, but it won’t be easy.”

Old Hwang grinned, “I’ll see what I can do. Will you return now?”

“No. I’ll go see Mr. Sun while I’m here.”

“I see. Then I’ll look into it and get back to you.”

When Woojin got up, Old Hwang asked suddenly, “Do you have something that I might want?”

“No. But can you get me a divine object? Any of them.”

“Divine object? As a weapon?”

“Yes, a ranged one if possible. It would be better if it has elemental damage.”

“That will drive up the cost.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll look into it.”

Woojin then got out and took a jet to meet with Sun Wukong. He figured he needed to prepare something as a gift and retraced his memory. It seemed like a recipe for his smoking pipe was still the best gift for him and Woojin remembered a recipe that Sun Wukong tried once just before the last battle. It was made with dragon scale powder, hydra intestines, and a valuable herb. Woojin paid Old Hwang to get it prepared when he left the plane. He got what he requested and got a car to go over to Sun Wukong’s house.

Once he got there, he was greeted by Nam, Sun Wukong’s butler. As he rode together with him to Sun Wukong’s large home, Woojin glanced at Nam. He was a butler, but he was a powerful Avatar himself. Nam realized that Woojin was looking at him and smiled.

“I heard you are having a difficult time.”

“Yeah. It’s not going too well.”

“It will be alright.”

“I hope so too.”

They arrived at the mansion and Woojin followed Nam to Sun Wukong’s room. He was sitting down with a pipe in his mouth.

“You’re here.”

“I had to visit China, so I thought I would visit you too, sir.”

“Isn’t Shanghai a bit far from here?”

“How did you know that I was in Shanghai?”

Sun Wukong showed his palm and said, “I used to run away as hard as I could, but I was still under Buddha’s palm.”

Woojin then realized again how powerful Sun Wukong was.

“So, Meterul? You got where he went off to?”

“No. We still don’t have any leads.”

“If you find him in China, I’ll give you a hand.”

“Thank you.”

Sun Wukong then tapped his pipe to put out the dust and Woojin took out the extract balls that he had made on the way. Sun Wukong looked interested.

“A new recipe?”

“I am not sure if it will be good enough for you.”

“Give it to me. I’ll know once I try it.”

Woojin gave the ball to Nam and Nam brought it up to Sun Wukong. He placed in his pipe and fired it up before he took a deep drag. After puffing out a long smoke, Sun Wukong burst into laughter.

“Hahahaha! This is crazy.”

Woojin didn’t know if Sun Wukong liked the recipe or not because he had seen Sun Wukong only try it out once, but it looked like he enjoyed it.

“This is good. Are you giving me the recipe?”

“Of course.”

Sun Wukong then smiled.

“How can you make such things when you don’t even smoke?”

“I was taught by a good teacher.”

“I want to meet him one day.”

“He is no longer with us.”

Sun Wukong then nodded and asked, “Are there any more recipes you know of?”

“Those two are all I was taught.”

“I see. It’s good that I have one more thing to enjoy in my life. But I will need to pay you back for such a good gift.”


“Do you want anything from me?”

Woojin looked at Sun Wukong for a second and answered, “Can you help me when I’m really in need of assistance? It was dangerous when I fought against Meterul because I was weak.”

“I heard that spiritual power doesn’t work on him? Only physical damage works?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I can help.”

Sun Wukong then puffed on his pipe and continued, “But before we do that, how about you show me your powers?”

“Does that mean you want to spar?”

“Yes. I’ll be out shortly after this pipe. Nam, go with him to the training ground.”

Woojin went out the back of the building and there was a large training ground. As Woojin stood there, Nam spoke to him.

“I guess he considers you highly. He doesn’t do this often.”

Woojin agreed. As he was checking his weapons, Sun Wukong came out slowly. He then stood on the opposite side of the training ground.

“Show me your best. That way I can see how powerful Meterul was.”

“Will it be okay?”

“Hahahaha. Go ahead.”

Woojin had never fought Sun Wukong head to head. He sent spiritual power into his Glove of Ban Gu and his fist grew larger.

“That is an interesting skill.”

Woojin didn’t answer, but he charged to throw his fist. Sun Wukong blocked it with one hand, but he was taken back two steps. It was just two steps. Woojin realized the difference in power. He pulled back his fist and threw it again, but Sun Wukong was on top of his fist already.

“What are you going to do with such a slow fist?”

Woojin then increased his spiritual power to show his best. The Cloak of Vampire Bat then changed its shape over his body and Woojin jumped up. He threw his fist at Sun Wukong as if he was going to destroy him. The pressure made from the fist in the air was enough to decimate the ground, but Sun Wukong smiled. He picked his ear, took something out and blew on it.


The staff, Ruyi Bang, enlarged itself Sun Wukong’s hand and he slashed upwards. He charged into Woojin and as Ruyi Bang was pointed toward Woojin’s chest, he pulled out Gáe Bulg from his chest to attack. Sun Wukong deflected it with his Ruyi Bang and swept past Woojin. He was much faster than Woojin who was now faster than 1st generation vampires. And as Woojin twisted to throw his fist, Sun Wukong had already unleashed five strikes. Woojin dodged once, but the other four strikes hit him. He stumbled back while feeling the pain in his body. Sun Wukong jumped back and said, “You are too slow.”

Woojin then returned his fist to normal size. Using too much spiritual power made Tsukuyomi’s spirtual stone melt again. Woojin readied his stance once more and took out the bamboo spear. It seemed like it might be good to learn a thing or two about using long weapons from Sun Wukong.

“Let’s do it again.”