episode_0010

“Ah, I want to be alone… Please move me back to my room…”

“Are you trying to escape? Stay with Irene.”

“I want to run away, but I keep getting pregnant because of someone, and I feel weak… Can you let me sleep comfortably?”

“Yes. I will do that.”

He lifted the exhausted Baek Cho-a into his arms like a princess.

He took her to the room where she used to be with her ex-boyfriend and laid her on the bed. Baek Cho-a, who had given birth to four soldiers, fell asleep as she was.

Looking at the weakened Cho-a over the next few days made him feel a little sorry. If only he hadn’t met scumbags, he wouldn’t have been involved with me.

But this must be fate.

The more soldiers she gives birth to, the stronger I become.

“Indeed, women are more necessary.”

I know there are more women in this one-room who I haven’t encountered yet.

Especially on the first floor and basement, there should be at least two or more. The girlfriend of the man living on the third floor also occasionally visits.

She always comes by car and parks like a crazy woman at the entrance of the one-room, I remember.

This means we can supplement three more women. Impregnating them in rotation will also reduce the burden on the women.

Feeling sorry as he looked at Cho-a’s face, he wiped her armpits, neck, and body with warm water using a towel. He cleaned her genitals, anus, thighs, and the semen stains thoroughly.

“……”

As he covered her with a blanket, her swaying breasts caught his eye.

Continuously leaking breast milk made me crave it unknowingly, and I found myself staring intently.

“Suck. Suck…”

In the end, he bit her nipple and sucked the breast milk.

Unlike the first time, he had adapted to the bitter taste of breast milk and drank it every day for nutritional supplementation.

Cho-a’s face slightly grimaced, but she didn’t wake up. Alternating between sucking on both nipples, he enjoyed the breast milk. In the middle of this, someone entered the room.

“Creak.”

“Suck. Mm. Ilho.”

It was time.

Ilho, who had finished preparing for battle, entered and signaled.

He got up while wiping his mouth.

He covered Cho-a up to her neck with the blanket and kissed her forehead.

“Let’s go.”

***

“Ilho, watch carefully. We’ll crush rooms 204 to 207 one by one.”

“Creak.”

There are now four rooms left on the second floor.

He explained to the soldiers while drawing on A4 paper.

It is speculated that all the people living in the remaining rooms are men, and there may be skilled individuals among them.

People who lived in the provinces and came up to Seoul established themselves here first.

Even though it’s downtown Seoul, the low rent is the main reason.

As a result, the villain distribution rate was also the highest.

Kim A-yeong, the civil servant he had beaten, or strong individuals like tattooed thugs, were not goblins, but awakened individuals.

Because their actions are unpredictable, they are beings we need to be more cautious about.

“If we occupy the one-room, we should catch that woman first.”

He remembered the civil servant who had come to the one-room in his absence and beat Ilho.

The woman working at Seoul City Hall is the biggest threat. The woman who witnessed the goblins and ran away would not stay still.

She most likely reported to the police or relevant authorities.

We will soon find and bring that woman here.

“You need to monitor the stairs coming up from the first floor and going down from the third floor. So, only Ilho to Saho will directly participate in combat, and the rest will stand guard. Do you understand?”

Looking at the soldiers with innocent eyes staring at the paper, he glanced at them.

Seeing no understanding in their eyes, when Ilho said something, the soldiers nodded their heads.

“Alright. Let’s just kill them.”

[Number of soldiers in possession: 18]

There are even hobgoblins, and the number of soldiers has increased considerably.

With this number of personnel, we should be able to manage somehow.

Everyone held the swords made by the blacksmith and stepped into the corridor.

Taking their positions, he stood in front of the door.

Next to the door, Ilho is waiting closely attached to the wall.

He knocked on the door of Room 204 while holding a sickle in his right hand.

Knock, knock.

Creak.

After a moment, the door opens.

Finally, a man emerges from inside.

The presence that widened my eyes was not Korean.

“Marhaba! Annyeonghaseyo?”

A man with a full beard came out, tall in stature.

He had a sturdy body, wearing an upper garment and square underwear.

He appeared to be Arab and greeted warmly with a smile.

“A foul smell…”

As soon as he opened the door, a very strange smell emanated.

It was a smell like burning mugwort or grass.

“Do you perhaps smoke marijuana? You smell not good.”

“Oh… Smell? Ahaha. I’m sorry. Achief. Hahaha…”

I’ve seen it in the news before.

News about foreigners smoking marijuana in Korea.

There have been cases where marijuana was found during searches, and that area is our neighborhood.

The indescribable strange smell is evidence of that.

Thud.

Thud.

“No, no. Why would you do such a thing when you don’t even live alone? Don’t you consider others?”

“Ah, ah…? Ugh… ugh.”

I pulled out the knife tucked at my waist and stabbed it into his side.

Is this why they call it luxury, luxury?

The blacksmith’s knife was so sharp that there was almost no feeling as it went in.

As I stabbed his side, Ilho struck the man’s forehead with the sickle.

Blood flowed from his forehead, trickling down the man’s face.

“Attack!”

Bam!

Thunk!

When Ilho’s fist hit the man’s stomach directly at my signal, the man staggered back into the house.

It was a tremendous force.

Following that, soldiers from Yiho to Saho rushed in quickly.

Simultaneously, they thrust knives into the man’s body.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

“Good job…! Aack! Ugh! Ugh! Aaaa!”

The Arab man curled up on the ground to protect himself. Holes started appearing from his back to his side and arms.

Blood gushed out.

The man, who had been screaming in Arabic, looked up, glaring at me.

“Bismillah, Hirrahma Nirrahim! Ah, Allah…! Allah!!”

“What are you saying, damn it… It’s disgusting…”

His face, covered in blood, was so eerie and grotesque.

Continuing to shout in Arabic, he seemed to be reciting a spell, which gave me a bad feeling.

“Ilho! Finish him quickly! Uh…?”

Humming.

Crackle.

The heavily wounded Arab man’s body began to freeze.

The soldiers’ knives, which were being forcefully thrust, couldn’t penetrate his now solidified body. It shimmered as if he wore an armor of ice.

Moreover, frost began to form on the floor, spreading rapidly throughout the room.

“Creak.”

Ilho, who had been watching from the entrance, approached the man.

Clutching his fist, he aimed at the Arab man’s head and struck down forcefully. As Ilho attacked towards me, the man seemed to have waited and made a sound.

“Allahu Akbar!”

Crackle!

Thud.

“You… you’re crazy… I almost got screwed.”

“Krrrr.”

The Arab man was an ice manipulator.

Just before his head was crushed by Ilho’s fist, spikes of ice sprouted from his body in all directions. These thick and hard spikes measured at least 1 to 2 meters.

Fortunately, the soldiers saw it and immediately avoided them, preventing significant damage.

When the man died, the ice disappeared as if by magic.

“He possessed lethal power. That means he’s at least Grade 6… And such a person was in a one-room apartment?”

He was a Grade 6 ability user with lethal power unless above Grade 7.

If we hadn’t been careful or if Ilho wasn’t there, it would have been a disaster. I felt my legs weaken as the tension eased.

“Kekikik.”

Thud. Squelch. Thud.

As if they had been waiting, the soldiers began tearing apart the Arab man’s body.

Unable to adapt no matter how many times I saw it, I left Room 204 and closed the door.

Sitting in the hallway, I took deep breaths to calm my mind.

Now I have to adapt… Was it just one or two skilled individuals who did this to me?

Why did the presence that gave me strength give me such abilities?

Wouldn’t it have been better if they had given me abilities like a superhero, Hyperion?

Abilities like spewing plasma beams from the eyes, flying at the speed of sound, and possessing an invincible defense that no weapon can penetrate.

I was nothing more than an ordinary person.

I have to push through with children born from pregnant women. In reality, it’s a position where you have to take tests every day with penalties.

Scratching my head in frustration, the door suddenly opened.

Clang. Click.

As Ilho, who opened the door, looked down at me and gestured towards the next house, indicating an attack.

“Kkkekk.”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

It was 11 PM, so everyone was at home.

I completed the extermination of units 205, 206, and 207 that came out after opening the door. There was a sense of satisfaction because there were always smokers smoking at the entrance of the studio apartment.

They were all men, and since there were no skilled individuals, it ended in an instant.

“Good job, everyone. Collect all the cell phones and put them here. Clean up the blood too.”

The soldiers nodded their heads and took care of the aftermath.

Thus, we occupied the entire second floor.

We decided to handle the third floor when a woman arrives and focus on dealing with the basement and first floor.

Tonight seems like it will be a long night.

“Is everyone ready?”

The soldiers standing behind me snarl, showing their teeth.

“Let’s go to the first floor.”