You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿ - Chapter 110

Leila Lopez's life was undoubtedly one of great luck.

First of all, being born in the United States, especially in New York, was a stroke of fortune.
After all, only a very small percentage of the world's population is born in a country that holds so much wealth.
Moreover, Leila realized as she grew up that she had been born with a special power.

It was the ability to control magical energy.
Normally, according to the Minorâs Special Protection Act, one would have to wait until they reached adulthood to learn how to control magic, but Leilaâs parents didnât think that way.
âThings in life need to be handled with flexibility and adaptability.â

With her parents' support, she began learning magic much faster than others.
This is such a typical story, itâs so boring. Is there a fast-forward button or something?
 
While learning from hired mages, Leila discovered something else.

Not only could she control magical energy, but she also had another special ability.
Leila could see into the inventories of others.
This was a unique and unparalleled power, one that couldnât be found anywhere else in the world.

Thanks to this, Leila gained fame as a promising A-class mage as soon as she reached adulthood, and soon became a well-regarded hunter in New York.
Of course, she had to serve her mandatory service, but that was nothing.
âOnce your service is over, would you like to stay by my side?â

Leila would probably never forget those words. She thought to herself.
She had been personally invited to join the Hunter Association by Estella, the greatest hunter in the world.
The Hunter Association was the organization that had the greatest influence over hunters globally, and New York's headquarters was essentially its core.

Joining that organization was an honor no hunter could refuse.
Honor? Isnât that just vanity?
 
As an executive responsible for the Hunter Associationâs development department, Leila felt proud of her position.
Having the ability to see into others' inventories meant she could prevent dangers from reaching Estella, the president of the Association, in advance.

Every time, Leila felt a sense of pride...
I get it, whatâs next?
 
âWe are special. But not everyone is.â

Even though Estella had the power to rule the world if she so wished, she never once acted arrogantly, always dedicating herself solely to magical research.
Her goal had always been one thing.
âWe are born strong, and therefore, we have a duty to lead the ordinary.â

The strong must never oppress the weak simply because they are strong.
âFor the happiness of the many ordinary people.â
Following Estellaâs belief was Leilaâs source of pride.

Thatâs why she had always intended to support Estella as best as she could.
She certainly thought so...
So?
 

âDragged into ridiculous politicsâ¦â
Leila, who had unconsciously started to respond, suddenly felt a sense of doubt after hearing her own voice.
Who am I talking to right now?

A soft sound of someone clicking their tongue echoed in her ear.
âOh, a mage, huh? Looks like itâs tough to get through your mental barriers.â
âWhatâ¦â

âIf you had been out for a bit longer, it would have been more convenient for both of us. But I guess it canât be helped.â
Before Leila could regain her focusâ
Bang!

âAAAH!â
A scream of pain involuntarily escaped her.
A bullet grazed her calf.

The sharp pain was enough to trigger a flood of memories in Leilaâs mind.
Right now, I...
"Inflicting physical pain isnât really my style."

Leila, still enduring the pain, saw the end of the gaze that was focused on her.
A young girl stood there.
A girl of Asian descent, her jet-black hair reaching her waist.

Her eyes, the same color as her hair, glowed strangely.
It was Jeong Da-on.
The girl Leila had kidnapped.

In her hand was a pistol.
It was, of course, Leilaâs own pistol.
Yet, contrary to what one might expect from someone who had just aimed a gun at another, the girl smiled faintly and said:

"Well, Iâm glad it was close range, so I didnât miss, right?"
Her voice was mechanical, devoid of emotion.
The translation device Leila had prepared, in the form of an earring, was also shining in Jeong Da-onâs ear by now.

It seemed she had neatly stripped away both the gun and the device.
And now, Leila found herself not only handcuffed by Jeong Da-on but also tightly bound to a chair, unable to move at all.
She was helpless.

A bitter laugh escaped her without realizing it.
"...Impressive."
Of course, it was true she had been careless.

Using teleportation magic three times in a row with companions in tow was exhausting, even for a high-ranking mage like Leila.
Her physical condition was far from ideal.
But those were just excuses.

Who would have thought she would be defeated by a twenty-year-old rookie hunter like this?
âIâve gotten rusty. Itâs been nearly ten years since Iâve focused on research.â
After she finished her mandatory service, it had been a long time since Leila had picked up a weapon.

Still, she never imagined sheâd be defeated in hand-to-hand combat like this, with a gun involved.
Leila bitterly smiled.
âNow the police should be on their way, right?â

Since she had been attacked during a call, Jeong Da-on must have already contacted the police.
Leila didnât know how long she had been unconscious, but it wouldnât be surprising if the police arrived soon.
Of course, New York was quite a distance away...

âI guess this is the end.â
Honestly, Leila no longer had the strength to resist.
The only thing she had managed to turn the situation around with was Jeong Da-onâs kidnapping, but now she had been turned on by the very person she had abducted.

âThis is really the end...â
âOh, donât think itâs over just yet.â
Leila doubted her own ears upon hearing that.

âWhat did you just say?â
âI said donât think itâs over. You went through all that trouble, nearly coughing up blood and using teleportation magic three times to make the chase difficult. Thanks to that, I had enough time to interrogate you, not torture, mind you.â
â...The translation device must be malfunctioning. I think I misheard something...â

âI have a lot I want to ask you.â
Saying this, Jeong Da-on moved the pistol.
This time, it was aimed directly at Leilaâs head.

âFirst, who was the person you were talking to on the phone?â
â...What the hell is going on?â
âCanât you tell? Iâm taking a little revenge on the person who kidnapped me, threatened me with a bomb, and planned a terrorist attack.â

â............â
Of course, that wasnât entirely untrue.
Leila bit her lip and said:

âI think youâre mistaken, I have nothing to say to you.â
As the kidnapper, Leila had no words for the one she had kidnapped.
But that didnât mean Leila would yield to this young girl, barely twenty years old.

âIâll speak to the police about this. You must have seen some movie. Donât pretend to be tough... AAH!â
Bang!
A gunshot rang out from close by.

âOops, I missed.â
Pain came even before Leila could process it.
âAHHHH!â

A scream escaped involuntarily.
This time, the bullet had pierced her calf completely.
Her leg burned with such pain it felt as though it would disappear.

âAH, IT HURTS, IT HURTS!â
Leila struggled, but no matter how much she tried, the chair didnât budge, bound tightly as it was.
âPlease, call a doctor...!â

As she groaned in pain, Leila locked eyes with Jeong Da-on through her blurry vision.
And then, she froze in horror.
âIs she a psychopath?!â

Despite Leilaâs desperate cries for pain, Jeong Da-onâs gaze betrayed no emotion whatsoever.
It was like staring at an inanimate object.

A shiver ran down Leilaâs spine.

That expression, colder than the burning pain, seemed to extinguish the last of Leilaâs remaining sanity, and with it came a single thought.
âDidnât she just say she missed?â
Jeong Da-on had said that she was glad it was close range so she wouldnât miss, but now, after firing directly, she didnât mention missing at all.

Everything felt off.
Most of all, the one speaking now didnât seem to be addressing her directly, but someone else...
âWeâll return to the original conversation. So, did the higher-ups in the Hunter Association headquarters fight over Estellaâs favor?â

But Leilaâs question didnât last long.
Jeong Da-on said something she couldnât ignore.
Leilaâs eyes trembled violently.

âHow... how did you know about the fight among the higher-ups?â
âYou said it yourself.â
âWhat? Are you saying that while I was unconscious, you put me under hypnosis? Thatâs impossible!â

As someone who had been part of the Hunter Associationâs executive team, Leila had always been aware that if she passed out, another mage could use confession magic to get her to spill secrets.
Thatâs why she had always reinforced her mental barriers with protective magic to prevent revealing secrets.
Even if she passed out, there was no way she would have disclosed anything.

Unless, of course, the person doing it was someone far more powerful than she was!
âYou broke through my mental barrier? How did you... ARGH!â
Thud!

Leilaâs breath stopped.
Jeong Da-on had kicked Leilaâs injured calf.
Kicking the wound!

Leila couldnât even scream as she suffered, while Jeong Da-on stared down at her without so much as a blink.
âYouâre mistaken, Iâm the one asking the questions here.â
âYou, you...â

âTell me who it is among the higher-ups in the Hunter Association that wants me. If you donât...â
âAAAH!â
Jeong Da-on pressed her foot into the bullet wound with her toes.

The pain from the already injured spot exploded through Leilaâs entire body.
âWhen the police arrive, you wonât even be alive.â
It was an absurd situation.

Anyone would think Jeong Da-on was the one who had kidnapped her.
Taking the gun, shooting it at her, and causing physical painâshe seemed strangely used to it.
This was no ordinary person.

âWho the hell is she?â
Apart from the pain, cold sweat began to trickle down Leilaâs back in this abnormal situation.
From what she had investigated, Jeong Da-on seemed to be a talented special individual with no particular noteworthy traits from her past.

Her academic performance had been good, but nothing extraordinary. She had only discovered her talent as a hunter by sheer luck.
Yet, someone who had lived like that was now staring at her, emotionless, as she screamed in agony.
Is this possible?

âDo I really have to dirty my hands to get you to speak? How annoying.â
But that was the reality.
The indifference in her voice and the authoritative presence in her demeanor made it clear.

Jeong Da-on was used to being in control, used to holding the reins.
âYou know better than anyone that I still have plenty of bullets left.â
As she said this, Jeong Da-onâs gaze swept over Leilaâs body as if appraising it like meat.

Suddenly, a chill ran through Leilaâs chest.
Who the hell have I kidnapped?
Jeong Da-on spoke slowly.

âIâll count to three. Three, two...â
â...Iâll tell you! Iâll tell you, so let me go!â
Leila tried to hang on, but the intense physical pain began to dull her mind.

And with this incomprehensible person...
The pressure on her wound remained unrelenting.
âSo, start by telling me their name. Who are they?â

âJ-James. James Chen!â
As soon as the name was blurted out, Jeong Da-on finally lifted her foot off the wound.
At last, Leila realized tears were flowing down her face.

âA Chinese name, huh.â
Of course, the one who had tortured her seemed indifferent to such pain.
She merely asked mechanically.

âSo, why does this James Chen want me?â
â...Iâd like to ask you more.â
Leila clenched her teeth and looked up at her interrogator.

Her vision blurred from pain.
Was it the pain that caused her blurry vision, or was it the detachment that made the girl seem like something other than human, almost divine.