The Most Ironic Death – 3

Garam, having caught Ho-cheol off guard, grabbed his outstretched hands and twisted them, forcing him to kneel.

“Ughaaack!!”

Ho-cheol screamed, uncharacteristically, from the pain of his hand being twisted.

Since the Wright brothers, there has been one more person who has successfully made a person fly.

That was Garam.

Garam put her hands under Ho-cheol’s armpits and threw him towards the bed like a sack of rice.

Ho-cheol, who flew through the air with a whoosh, crashed into the mattress near the wall, clutching his back as if he had hit it hard.

“Augh, damn… what kind of strength…”

While Garam glared at Ho-cheol, panting, Ho-cheol staggered to his feet and awkwardly positioned himself on the mattress.

A brief standoff ensued, and Garam, having confirmed her superior strength, slowly approached Ho-cheol.

Ho-cheol jumped sideways and fled out of the room.

He’s not running away, is he?

Garam followed Ho-cheol outside, and I was once again left to rely on my hearing to understand the situation outside.

The sounds coming from the living room were one-sided.

“Come on! Come on!”

Ho-cheol shouted, swinging something around.

Occasionally, the sound of something hitting the floor resounded, missing its target.

On the other hand, Garam was silent.

Like a machine ordered to kill, she seemed to be silently driving Ho-cheol into a corner.

The chaotic sounds continued for several minutes.

“Ugh…”

Ho-cheol, having evaded the weapon and somehow managed to get close, made a sound as if the air was being let out of him.

He probably got hit in the stomach.

And then, the sound of something falling over with a thud.

“Huff… huff…”

The sound of a woman gasping for breath.

The sound of dragging feet, and then.

-Crack

The sound of something being roughly stepped on and something breaking badly came through the door.

“……”

Is this the end, after all?

Sorry, Ho-cheol. It’s my fault…

While lamenting Ho-cheol’s failure, I held onto a small hope.

That someone from the next door or downstairs would come up to complain about the noise, considering how loud it had been.

-Drag

The sound of dragging feet again, getting closer.

“Dad….”

Garam, limping and slowly appearing, had blood flowing from her head.

She couldn’t come to where I was in one go and gasped for breath a few times.

“Haa… annoying…”

She murmured, resting her chin on my knee.

Blood trickled down her cheek and onto her chin.

“Haa… hoo…”

After catching her breath for a while, she looked up at me.

“Do you hate me that much?”

Even in this situation, her desire for affection left me breathless.

“I just wanted you to be by my side….”

The arms that embraced my knees tightened.

But, unlike the bone-crushing strength she had shown so far, it was a very weak force.

She hugged me with a force that could be shaken off with a slight flick of my leg.

“…Garam, I…”

I started to speak, but couldn’t continue.

Was it because I felt sorry for her?

No, it was because behind her, as she clung to me, Ho-cheol, covered in blood, staggered into view.

“Die, you bitch…”

A frying pan, held vertically, struck Garam’s head directly.

With a dull thud, Garam fell backward, and Ho-cheol continued to strike Garam’s face with the frying pan.

Thud thud thud

“Die… you mon… ster…”

Thud thud thud

“Shit… I used to be… cough…”

He vomited blood from his mouth.

“Ho-cheol… stop. She’s already dead.”

Garam’s body, which had been twitching with each strike of the frying pan, no longer reacted.

I, with unfocused eyes, called out to Ho-cheol, who was still striking with the frying pan.

“……”

His eyes, devoid of light, looked at me.

“Hyung-nim… let’s get out of here.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I think my ribs are broken… and my leg too…”

“Is that so?”

“It’s hard to breathe, I think my lung is punctured…”

Cough cough, he coughed.

“……”

“Hyung… nim, I’m really sorry… but I need to rest for a moment, I’ll untie you then.”

Ho-cheol, leaning his back against the bed frame, dropped his head.

Ten minutes passed like that.

“Ho-cheol?”

I called out to Ho-cheol, who was motionless.

“Ho-cheol?”

It was no use.

“……”

In the end, Ho-cheol also died.

A corpse and a bound body.

Unable to escape alone.

Please… someone come.

I made so much noise, please, someone come up to complain.

-Ding Dong Ding Dong

The doorbell rang.

[Ah, this is the management office. We have received a complaint about noise between floors late at night. Please try to observe etiquette between neighbors.]

-Ding Dong Ding Dong

The sound played, and the announcement ended.

And the life in this dimension, which I had envisioned with a rosy future, also came to an end.

My cause of death was dehydration.

The bodies of Inho, Ho-cheol, and Garam were discovered a month later.

The unbearable stench led to constant complaints, and the management office, with no other choice, called the police and paramedics to forcibly open Inho’s house.

The residents who came to see what was happening scattered in panic due to the intense stench and the swarm of insects pouring out as the door opened, and a rookie police officer, who had not been on the job for long, vomited and ran out into the hallway.

“Wow… what’s going on here…?”

“Looks like… that guy tied them up and threatened them? And the woman died trying to protect the man.”

One police officer said, covering his nose with a handkerchief, while the other examined the scene.

“Wow, so… the woman subdued the man?”

“Yeah… whether it’s the power of love or something… it’s amazing.”

They began taking photos of the scene, making trivial comments.

While they were searching the house for other clues, the voice of the youngest officer, who was in charge of controlling the scene at the front door, was heard.

“Uh… you can’t come in.”

Ignoring the control, a woman in a neat suit entered, her heels clicking.

“Who are you?”

Due to her confident entrance, the police officer asked the person for their affiliation.

“Ah, I’m just someone who has some business at this house.”

“Are you an acquaintance? Still, we need to preserve the scene, so you’ll have to leave. I’ll let you in later when things are sorted out.”

“That would be too long to wait… um… Kkumul-yi, please help me.”

“What are you…? Ughaaack!!”

Something black began to spread in all directions from the woman’s feet.

The black something swallowed the paramedics and police officers in the house, and then spat them out with a “ptooey” sound.

Whether they were put to sleep or knocked unconscious, the woman stroked the black something, seeing that it had made it so that they wouldn’t bother her.

“Thank you.”

The thing that had been stroked twisted its body like a twisted breadstick, as if it was embarrassed, and then quickly shrunk and disappeared from her feet.

-Ttok Ttok

The sound of her heels touching the floor echoed clearly.

She crossed the doorway and briefly frowned at the terrible stench, but soon adjusted.

“You’re late again this time. You’re so diligent.”

The woman muttered, looking at the man’s body, which was half-rotten and vaguely shaped.

Then, the woman’s gaze turned to the woman lying at the man’s feet.

“Is it you this time?”

“It’s a shame, but… I think you should consider her someone too great for you to covet.”

Whether she knew Garam’s heart or not, she closed her eyes for a moment and mourned for the other person.

“You won’t be able to fulfill that love because you’re already dead… but I’d like to receive some of your power.”

The woman bent her knees and stroked Garam’s limp forehead.

“Kkumul-yi. It’s mealtime after a long time.”

As she muttered, the black mass swallowed Garam’s corpse again.

The black shadow rippled a few times, as if a cow was chewing its cud, and the woman muttered, watching the scene.

“It will be a great help for the journey ahead.”

“That damned thing uses ominous Sorcery. In all my years, I’ve never seen such Sorcery.”

The woman shook her hands and clicked her tongue.

“Youngma, is it the first time you’ve seen it too?”

The woman turned her gaze to another woman next to her and asked.

“Yes. It was Sorcery that I had never seen before either.”

“Hmph… really, coming out of nowhere and saying incomprehensible things. I don’t like that bitch at all.”

The large pits dug everywhere in her yard showed how fierce the fight had been until just now.

“But you know… I don’t think I’m the only one who feels that way.”

“What do you mean?”

The one called Youngma asked, as the woman frowned and tilted her head.

“It seemed like she was copying Namgoong Soyeon’s Martial arts. It was a bit clumsy, but the form and the flow of inner energy were definitely Namgoong Soyeon’s.”

“Could it be, Energy Absorption too…”

“No, I’m talking about Namgoong Soyeon before she became a Blood demon. The flow of energy was very stable to say she used the power of a Blood demon.”

“……”

“Ah, forget it. Let’s go have some of the remaining alcohol. If fate wills it, we’ll meet again.”

Youngma hurriedly followed behind her master as she turned around and headed back to her house.