Weapon seller in the world of magic

Four of them moved, but Sungjun gave a kick to one’s leg, a punch to one’s chest, an elbow strike to one’s abdomen, and a chop to the back of one’s neck.

Russel’s face flushed a violent red. ”You bastard...” He stormed forward and flicked his wrist, and a whip uncoiled from a leather loop at his hip.

With a flick of a small button on his cuff, the whip came alive: sparks ran along its length. He then brandished the whip and struck the floor.

”You’ll pay for that insolence!” Russel shouted.

He lashed out. The whip cut the air to strike him down, but Sungjun blankly stared at him.

”Electric whip. That’s a nice weapon,” he said softly under his breath.

As the whip time aimed at Sungjun’s shoulder, the latter evaded with a simple side step.

The whip slammed against the wall behind him instead.

Without wasting a moment, he closed the distance. Reaching behind Russel, a single, precise punch landed squarely at his back.

One punch to his back, Russel blasted away, crashing into the wall.

Russel collapsed, moaning and clutching his spine. He wasn’t dead, but every vertebra from neck to lower back had felt the impact. Sungjun crouched beside him, calm and unhurried.

He reached down, grasping the whip now lifeless and flicking it toward his inventory. His hands moved systematically, collecting other items from Russel’s body: a smartphone, an access card, and a few miscellaneous keys and ID badges. ”This access card is the most important one in the facility.” He murmured in a bit of curiosity while staring at it, ”I wonder how much access it has.”

Moments later, Russel and several guards, battered and restrained with bone injuries, were admitted into the prison’s emergency ward. Medics moved quickly, checking vitals, setting splints, and muttering under their breath about what sort of troublemaker they had now in the prison.

With rules being clear, the repeated offense of heavily injuring officers, now including a level in charge, the order came to him in a couple of days.

Here is where the prison in-charge used his influence, arguing with his superiors to give severe punishment for Sungjun. Although he asked for Level 7, since Sungjun hadn’t killed anyone, he was given the transfer orders to Level‑6.

Sungjun was led out of Level‑2 under the scrutiny of armed guards, each one nervous enough to double‑check the chains binding his arms and body.

He walked with a calm gait, letting them think they were in control, while every step was measured and calculated.

Meanwhile, no one questioned Sungjun about the missing things of Russel. They were aware that he might have taken it and hidden it elsewhere, as nothing was found on him. But since he was already being transferred, they didn’t need to worry about the usage and could search for them later on.

Amidst a fanfare and silent gazes, Sungjun left the area, leaving behind some impression which he was sure would be gone in a few days. The only question is whether Steve will be ready to complete the task he was given: Causing heavy distraction by creating a war. For that, he will have to build a faction that he had refused to do so far. Through the prison in charge, Sungjun has already contacted his men outside and sent 1 million credits to Steve’s family in the hope of good faith. Once Steve confirms it during the monthly visit, Sungjun hopes that Steve will not have any second thoughts.

Meanwhile, after leaving Level-2, he took several turns like walking in some kind of maze, eventually reaching an elevator with guards left and right of him.

Eventually, the elevator went down four levels to reach level 6.

The doors to Level‑6 opened with a hiss. As soon as it opened, Sungjun’s eyes fell on a robotic soldier, tall and sleek, waiting for him. The handheld cannon in its hand was raised to point at him and stated in its monotone voice, although speaking to the guards. ”Thank you for the hard work. We will take it from here.”

As the guards left after the Robotic soldier confirmed his identity, its gun pointed toward him and said, ”Follow me, Inmate 73812.”

Sungjun obeyed and quietly followed it. But on the way, he let his eyes roam casually, noting the differences. The cells were larger here, more spacious than in Level 2. Even the hallways felt cleaner, more organized, with fewer signs of chaos or disturbance.

When he finally entered his cell, Sungjun paused at the threshold.

The room was unlike anything he expected from a ”prison” environment. A separate bed sat neatly in one corner, the mattress crisp and untouched.

Against another wall was a mini gym, complete with weights, pull-up bars, and resistance machines. A weighing scale rested nearby, and a vending machine stocked with snacks hummed quietly. On a shelf, a small library of books was neatly arranged, as if someone had anticipated the occupant’s tastes.

The air conditioner was set to 18.3 degrees Celsius. According to the Robots, it is the optimal temperature for the human body, which encourages humans to stay drowsy and slow down mental activity.

However, for someone like Sungjun, who was born and raised in Siberia, where even summer temperatures are only around 20 degrees Celsius, such temperatures didn’t do a thing to him. Not to mention the fact that he is immune to such conditions due to the system.

With confidence running in his veins, Sungjun took a step inside, but then suddenly, his senses immediately noticed something unusual.

Silence. There was Absolute silence inside. He couldn’t even hear the soft click of his own footsteps. Almost instinctively, he knew it was a spell of silence embedded in the room. A faint notification popped up in his vision, confirming his suspicions.

Ding!

[Do you wish to break the Anti-sound spell? Warning: AI-operated robots may detect an anomaly.]

He frowned, tilting his head as he studied the room. As someone who depended on Super AI for years, he knew the extent of a central AI network that is connected to all the Bots. Any disturbance could trigger an alert. And unlike humans, these robots wouldn’t have to fear for injuries, deaths, or their loved ones.

”Not yet,” he murmured to himself. No reason to break it now. And he had no reason to reveal his full capabilities in this prison.

He slowly settled cross-legged on the mat, closing his eyes. He focused inward, feeling his mana pulse steadily, ready to respond to any situation that might arise. That means even here, he is free to use the skills as he wishes. That gave him some relief.

After a few minutes, he opened the inventory and looked at the slot with the image of the access card in it. Since he didn’t know how far it could go, he decided to test it, but not right now. Because...

Sungjun glanced to the corner of the room, where there is a CCTV that is monitoring him. Luckily for him, it wasn’t some high-end model that would have clear vision even in the darkness.

So, he waited.

One hour after dinner, the lights dimmed automatically, plunging the room into near darkness. Sungjun opened his skill interface with a faint swipe in the air, and the holographic display shimmered into existence.

Four skills caught his eye, neatly organized under the ”Overlord’s Dominion” tab:

Memory Extraction

Teleportation Portal

Hypnosis

Invisibility

He allowed himself a moment to reminisce. ”Sigh... here, the hypnosis will not work, because there is no human. I hope the other three will help me...”

A flashback from a few weeks ago appeared in his mind.

A few weeks ago, at Han Manor;

Sungjun was busy looking at the accounts, the funding they have been spending on the war.

Tempest had brought a trembling young man with anti-mana cuffs on his wrists, earning his attention. ”Boss, I found someone who fulfills one of the criteria you instructed,” Tempest had said.

Sungjun’s lips curved into a small smile as he stood and approached the captive carefully. The man trembled visibly, eyes wide with fear. Sungjun crouched slightly and said, ”Don’t worry. I don’t mean you any harm. I brought you here for another purpose. Just tell me... what is your ability?”

The young man gulped audibly. ”I... I can... I can turn invisible,” he stammered.

”And for how long?” Sungjun asked, tilting his head.

”two-three minutes,” the man replied.

”And is it only turning invisible or can you evade senses? What about sensors deployed by banks, police stations, and such?” Sungjun asked.

The man replied, ”I can’t evade a strong sensory, but I can evade sensors from those establishments.”

Sungjun nodded slowly. ”Good. You will be freed soon, but until then, I have a few instructions.” He paused, letting the weight of his calm authority settle over the man. ”For three minutes, you sit. You drink your coffee. You do not talk. You do not move. Nothing. After that, I will send 100,000 credits into your account and return you home. You will forget that anyone ever took you. No questions. Understood?”

The man nodded quickly, relief and disbelief battling on his face.

Sungjun’s smile widened faintly. ”Good,” he said, standing back.

Back to the Present;

Sungjun opened his skill interface again, focusing on the fourth ability under Overlord’s Dominion—Invisibility.