67. The Shard of Musin (5)

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Betrayed by her mentor and ridiculed by others, the red-haired woman fell into despair.

Overwhelmed by betrayal, despair, anger, and confusion, she was mentally exhausted.

Amidst this turmoil, an opportunity arrived.

While suppressing the remnants of the Black Cult, she coincidentally obtained the SS Core.

Becoming a monster liberates one from human ethics and moral beliefs.

The red-haired woman embedded the core into her chest. In that moment, a new flame ignited in her eyes.

That flame was an absolute murderous intent toward those who had tormented her.

“One head popped~♪ Two heads popped~♪ Who’s next? ♬”

One day, a series of murders began secretly in Seoul.

At each crime scene, a chilling song was heard.

Despite knowing the culprit, the hunters of that generation couldn’t subdue her.

Yes, the culprit was the red-haired woman. After becoming a monster, the mockery she endured turned her into evil.

She, who once aspired to be a hunter to protect people, became a ruthless serial killer.

This concludes the corruption setting.

What happens after she becomes a monster isn’t specified.

It’s just a setting carelessly written by the twisted author Yoo Eun-ha.

Forcing her to continue killing reveals her true nature.

Han Su-ji, who was criticized as the monster’s disciple, was the catalyst.

“Am I really talented at killing?”

“Yes. You’re that kind of woman. A hopeless criminal.”

In short, you’re trash. Creating a setting that overturns the original here.

“It’s you who made me this way, Eun-ha.”

“I didn’t make you this way. I stopped giving orders halfway.”

My words left her bewildered.

“What?”

“You were killing people of your own accord. Look at yourself now.”

I held up the mirror she had, reflecting her image.

Her face was filled with pleasure and refreshment, her lips slightly raised, cheeks flushed with excitement.

“That’s not true.”

“Accept reality. This shard also reveals your true nature.”

“Musin wouldn’t want such things.”

Even Musin wouldn’t want her to become a psychopathic killer. Regretting her own actions, Han Su-ji’s corruption is something he’d find distasteful.

“That’s why I’m here.”

“What do you mean?”

“To control, regulate, and dominate your vile and cruel nature.”

That’s me.

It’s not a lie. As a monster who enjoys killing, I’ll support her mentally.

“So, you’re telling me to kill people?”

“Yes.”

Yes, even if it’s abrupt, this place is perfect for corrupting Han Su-ji. As a monster, she prefers beheading with an axe.

Honestly, our preferences are similar. While swords are convenient, axes are best for beheading.

“So, I’m to become a killer?”

“You’re a woman who can’t do anything on your own. So, you must follow me. Even killing requires my permission.”

“Ugh.”

Normally, she’d respond ambiguously or with irritation. But now, she’s truly

“Why do you want to kill more? If you want to, I can permit it. Be honest. I want to see your true self.”

“Will you be disappointed?”

“Yes.”

Will she give the answer this evil dragon desires?

“I want to kill. I want to kill those who beg for mercy. I want to kill children in front of their parents, wives in front of their husbands.”

Exactly this.

Her response made me feel wet. The transformation from an innocent girl to a psychopathic killer is complete.

It happened faster than expected.

Perhaps she hypnotized herself as I wished. Now, she regards me as her master, believing anything I say.

Once a monster, she’ll convince herself she’s a psychopath, enjoying killing and becoming a pervert.

She might even pretend to be foolish if I call her so.

“You’re cute. I’m excited for the first time.”

“Good.”

“Go and kill them all, return covered in blood, and I’ll take you. I’ll make you cute.”

Han Su-ji’s lips curled into a wide smile.

“Where to go?”

“Wanju is filled with people. I’ll permit you specially.”

There, Chul-jun’s brother, Samoya, will be. Killing him and subjugating the Jurchen will be Chul-jun’s goal.

I look forward to Han Su-ji’s actions.

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side Han Su-ji

Eun-ha believes in me.

I’m beyond redemption, cruel, filthy, and brutal. A trash who feels sexual pleasure in killing.

Eun-ha believes in me, wants me by her side.

I never knew I had such a nature. Instincts fit for a villain.

With her permission, I can indulge freely. Not a useless mentor like Kim Jae-su, but Eun-ha, who sees the real me. She’s all I need.

Finally, we arrived at Wanju.

“Who are you?”

“Aha ha. What are you saying?”

Swish!

I beheaded her with a spear.

“Looking at your armor… are you from Goryeo? A Goryeo person here alone?”

“Attack! Kill her!”

“Hehehe. One, two, three, four. Too many to kill.”

Post-cataclysm, those with abilities are far superior to ordinary humans.

If they’re skilled with weapons, the difference is even greater. They’re just prey for my lust.

“Roughly… tens, or hundreds behind?”

How many heads can I cut off? My thighs are already wet.

Eun-ha likes wet genitals. By the time I kill them all, I’ll be soaked.

By the way, Musin’s skill came in handy.

A skill to slash multiple enemies at once.

[Musin’s Dance]

Pshuuu!

In an instant, hundreds of heads fell, and the Jurchen tribesmen lay decapitated, bleeding.

“Kill that filthy Goryeo woman who murdered our families!”

Naturally, they counterattacked, thinking this was their main camp.

Before entering Wanju, Eun-ha gave me an axe. She said it feels good to crush human heads with it.

I pulled out the axe.

“Die! Goryeo woman! Avenge our families!”

Crash!

I crushed the heads of the charging Jurchen.

“One head popped~♪ Two heads popped~♪ Who’s next? ♬”

Some dared to attack, but their heads split open, leaving them speechless.

The sight of their skulls splitting, brains spilling out, eyes rolling, excited me, making me wet.

I want to masturbate.

“Can I do it now?”

With no more attackers, I masturbated, touching my nipples and rubbing my clitoris.

As Eun-ha said, I’m truly a psychopathic lunatic. Maybe I’m more suited to being a villain.

“The feeling of masturbating while covered in blood, seeing brains dripping from corpses is the best!”

Musin once bathed in the blood of her enemies.

I wonder if she felt this way. It’s almost funny to think she did such things.

Then, I sensed a presence.

“What is this? How did a Goryeo person come here? Did you kill all of them?”

“Who are you?”

Not an extra, but a new face.

“I am Samoya! I came because this crazy woman killed my brothers!”

Samoya, I don’t know who he is, but Eun-ha mentioned him. I think he’s a prominent Jurchen figure.

So, killing him should satisfy both me and Eun-ha.

Interestingly, he speaks the same language. Does he know Goryeo speech?

“Oh, you understand our language. Are you strong?”

His build is sturdy, similar to Musin, and his energy matches hers.

“You’ll be strong enough to avenge me!”

“Even if you did, I had no intention of sparing you, and you’ve seen me masturbate.”

Having seen me masturbate, I can’t let him live. I want only Eun-ha to see me naked, to see me masturbate.

So, I’ll kill him.

Samoya swung his crescent sword.

I countered with the Flame Spear.

Eun-ha always said not to hold back, to humiliate the enemy with one’s power, and finally crush their despair.

Clang! Crunch!

Samoya’s crescent sword shattered in one strike.

Samoya’s eyes wavered. His earlier vow to avenge now seemed hollow.

“Wha… what kind of power…”

Finally, Samoya grasped the situation, his face pale.

This face is appealing. I can see why Eun-ha enjoys toying with enemies.

“I said you wouldn’t be spared. I’ll kill you and everyone here.”

“You won’t lay a hand on our chief!”

“Really?”

Crash!

This time, I struck his shoulder, not cutting it off, but crushing it with the spear.

The impact felt satisfying. With Eun-ha’s permission, I’ll use this move often.

“Uggghhh!”

Clutching his crushed shoulder, he wailed in agony. The sight of him in pain is delightful. Why is it so thrilling to see someone suffer?

“Is your shoulder not tough enough?”

“What kind of woman are you to be this strong! It hurts!”

As death approaches, he seems terrified. He flails, begging for mercy. It excites people to see such desperation.

“What’s in your head?”

I swung the axe with all my might at Samoya’s head.

Crash!

“What’s the difference? It’s just the same brains.”

Samoya’s brain was no different.