Chapter 57: Fantasy in the middle of the night

“Damn it!”
“…”
”
With a face filled with fear, he parries the blade with his own blade, accompanied by vulgar curses.

At the same time, he kicks the opponent’s left foot, which has suddenly risen, and pins the knife held in the opponent’s other hand, then kicks the opponent’s abdomen, which has hesitated.

The opponent falls like a broken wooden doll, his body convulsing. He swiftly throws his military dagger at the opponent’s shiny forehead.
10 out of 10.

The dart hits the center of the target.

Blood spurts out in all directions. It’s avant-garde, but there’s no one to share the sentiment with—a lonely time.

I need a sweet midday tea break.

The steam rising from Earl Grey tea, peaceful conversation—just imagining it brings spring rain to my parched heart.

But reality offers no respite, only a hail of bullets.

Seon-ah lightly kicked her foot.

“Damn it, where did she go!?”

Several bullets cut through the air in vain.

The male bodyguard gripped the handle of his assault rifle tightly and hurriedly looked around.

But the girl had disappeared as if by magic.

There was no trace of her to follow.

The space, which had been filled with gunfire and screams just a few seconds ago, was now filled with an eerie silence.

The only thing that made his presence known was the pounding of his heart.

He swallowed his dry saliva. Maybe she ran away, he comforted himself, like an impala facing a lion, overwhelmed by extreme stress. He doesn’t even realize that his death is imminent.

“Here.”

“!”

Then, like the dawn piercing through the early morning fog, a faint voice is heard.

Is it beside him? Behind him? He quickly turns his head, but he cannot stop the hand of death coming down from above.

“Kuh…”

The ventilation grille bars had been replaced at some point.

Two white hands descended from above, gripping the man’s throat and twisting it.

Before he could utter a scream, his neck snapped 180 degrees.

In this position, would the front be the side facing his face? Or the side facing his nipples? In any case, the body with the broken neck collapsed.

Seona also jumped down from the ventilation shaft and lightly stepped on the body’s stomach.

Immediately after, gunshots rang out one after another.

She quickly ducked and threw her knife at the opponent’s hand.

A scream of “Ugh” and a pistol fell to the ground.

Seona slowly picked it up. Blood dripped from her arm, which she couldn’t quite pull away.

“Monster…”

“What can I say? It’s too obvious, so I don’t know what to say.”

Colonel Sanders or Ronald McDonald. I want a more original assessment.

With a face that shows no regret, I mutter words of regret.

I aim the gun at the other person’s head and pull the trigger without hesitation.

Unlike that stupid blonde, I know the basics of shooting, so the head explodes with a light bang.

The eyeball rolls out and lands at my feet.

I wipe the blood that splattered on my face with the back of my hand.

I try to wipe it off with my sleeve, but then I lick it. The iron taste moistens my dry mouth.

“It’s still warm.”

If it were up to me, I would like to enjoy it a little longer, like Winnie the Pooh discovering a honey pot among the entrails spilling out of a split belly, burying my face in it, but time does not allow it.

I am a murderer who keeps his word. Even the devil values time commitments.

The teacher dragging out the closing ceremony is just right for hearing the sound of footsteps behind him. I take slow steps. Slowly, slowly, then hurriedly, no, running.

Along the way, I step on a hand lying on the floor.

Sticky blood stains the soles of my shoes red. Corpses lie everywhere, their eyes open.

Some have been neatly shot with a gun, others brutally hacked with a knife. There’s even one spewing out its bright blue intestines. How did they die?

Come to think of it, how did I kill that one? Am I walking through a forest filled with mushrooms? Yes, there are no humans here.

Then there’s no need to feel guilty. Magic floats the fragile girl’s body.

How many times has Mario crushed Gumba’s head?

What is a human being in the first place? What is “I”? We often distinguish people by their facial features.

However, whether they are ugly, handsome, or beautiful, when you peel off their skin, they all look the same.

And such people are beautiful. I dislike vegetables, but mushrooms are delicious.

Huh.

But I dislike vegetables.

Think back to your memories of weakness—some may recall losing a physical fight and ending up in a mess.

Others may recall helplessly submitting to the power of the majority.

Some recall their own image of being unable to utter a word in response to their rude boss’s unreasonable demands. Some recall their own image of being humiliated in front of money.

The images that come to mind are different for each person, but there is no human being who has not experienced their own weakness.

It is a natural premise, but it was a truth that did not apply to men.

“Monster…”

A familiar phrase.

A lifetime of honed physical strength, the power of numbers, even beasts that far surpass human strength—all surrendered before this clenched fist.

Money, women, honor—all were grasped by this fist.

He unfolds the fist he had clenched tightly—everything is contained within it. This brutally one-dimensional strength. This extremely simple brute force.

What else could possibly be needed?

Because he knew weakness, the man was strong, too strong. That is all there is to it.

“…Are you coming?”

The scent of death, one might expect on a battlefield, lingers in the nostrils. The air thickens, and soon the gunfire ceases, leaving only silence to embrace the darkness.

His heartbeat quickens.

Is he afraid? No, this is the thrill of excitement. An excitement that makes his usually limp penis stand at attention. A smile appears on his previously expressionless face.

The corners of his mouth twitch like those of a drug addict.

Even the door behind me, which isn’t even locked with a simple padlock, hasn’t forgotten its duty to protect its owner.

But isn’t struggle always enjoyable? We ravage each other’s flesh.

We trample on the innocent training, the achievements accumulated over decades. This noble act is the ultimate pleasure.

Then, like a child jumping into a pool, I will simply let my body go.

Enough of this boring meditation.

The man, the black bear, breaks his cross-legged position. Like an Alaskan grizzly bear, he rises from his massive body and prepares to move.

Soon, footsteps echo from the stairs above.

His red hair, drenched in blood and even redder than before, flutters gently in the spring breeze like cherry blossom petals.

“I won’t go easy on you.”

Although he overwhelmed her last time, it was merely a result of her absolute arrogance. Even so, he didn’t think he would lose, but if both sides gave it their all, it wouldn’t end so easily.

When he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, two red eyes stared intently at him.

Those red eyes, ah, those brown eyes drenched in blood, glared at him.

Unable to breathe properly, panting like a beast, those eyes stared at him until the very end.

The man unconsciously saw his own death in those eyes.

For the first time in his life, he was overcome with the fear of death.

Even if it was a faint emotion, its name would not change.

He didn’t particularly want to die. But if he were to die after a fierce battle, what a glorious death it would be.

Just imagining it was enough to send him into a state of ecstasy!

The man took a step forward with his left foot—at that moment, a huge shock struck his massive body.

Bang!

“Ugh, ugh…”

“Are you here now? You’re late.”

“Hmph, I was just timing it.”

There were only two gunshots, but blood was flowing from all over his body.

Shotgun pellets? He struggles to steady his swaying body, but

without a moment’s pause, another gunshot rings out.

Even his body, as sturdy as a boulder, couldn’t withstand it this time.

“The method to avoid shotgun pellets… I haven’t trained enough yet.”

“Hey, what are you talking about?”

“I don’t know either.”

“It was a good opportunity. This is something I can use next time…”

As he uttered those words, the man’s massive body slowly collapsed forward.

Shihyun and Seona, who had lowered their smoke-filled gun barrels, stared blankly

at the scene below.

“Idiot…”

Seona muttered suddenly.