episode_0071

“Hey, are you listening to me?”

“Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something else for a moment.”

The back seat of a moving car.

Mr. Leger is sitting at the head table, and I am sitting next to him.

“Ha. Is it because you stopped thinking about other things in front of me and grew up a lot?”

“At least it was loud enough not to hear the little boy – ugh..!”

I felt a sharp pain in my ear.

He was pinched by Mr. Leger.

It was better than having my head grabbed, but the pain was worse this way.

“You can joke around later. Now is the time to be serious.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Mr. Leger was more serious than usual.

In fact, he was a serious person who approached everything with a cold face, but he was still the type to accept jokes and jokes in his own way.

But today even light pranks weren’t allowed.

This is because they were on their way to take care of important work that would determine the fate of the organization.

‘Honestly, it’s hard to feel nervous.’

It’s already been a year and a half since I left the organization.

During that time, I tried to kill or die until I got sick of it.

I was reluctant to commit murder at first, but as I kept repeating it, I became unimpressed.

Perhaps thanks to training in my head to separate my real self from my game self, I felt almost no guilt.

Plus, thanks to Retry, I’m not afraid of dying.

Recently, when the situation becomes unfavorable, they have become so courageous that they have begun to acquire know-how of their own, such as intentionally jumping into limbs and killing themselves cleanly.

Because of this, I don’t feel particularly nervous in most situations.

It is difficult to say that this kind of slackened spirit is very good, but it can be seen as evidence that it is stagnating.

“If this work is completed successfully, we can become the masters of the back world. Stay alert.”

“Yes, I understand.”

In fact, Mr. Leger has planned it out so well that it is impossible to fail.

Unless there’s a car accident out of nowhere.

“Kid, how is that ‘idea’ going?”

Mr. Leger broke the silence that followed and asked a question.

“I’ve been busy recently with organizational work, so nothing has changed.”

If there was one thing I realized while working in an organization, it was that an organization can do things that individuals cannot do.

So I thought. If I create my own organization in this crazy game, wouldn’t it be easier to attack the heroines?

‘What kind of organizational system is needed to effectively utilize entities with special powers like Boss and Ker?’

Starting with a question we casually asked in passing, our ‘idea’ gradually began to develop.

An organization to manage the heroines in the game, named Pixie (fairy) because they are beautiful on the outside, but their insides are unknown.

At first, we mainly discussed ways to effectively use the useful but unusual pixies, but later we tested each other’s limits by coming up with all kinds of unusual pixies.

‘How can we effectively manage a crazy genius scientist?’

‘Human resources should also be provided to pleasure killers like the Scissor Butcher, right?’

‘What about Pixie, who has the gift of being able to manipulate people at will?’

‘It may make no sense, but if dragons are real, how should we manage them?’

No matter how crazy the game was, I wondered if there would be such heroines, but it was better to worry about nothing than to be complacent and get hit hard in the back.

“If something has changed, please tell me. Because it’s a pretty good entertainment.”

Mr. Leger, who didn’t really enjoy anything other than drinking and smoking, enjoyed discussing ‘ideas’ with me. In fact, it seemed like he wanted to make this organization a reality more than I did.

She brought up all kinds of practical problems that even I didn’t expect.

Although we discussed it together, most of the answers came from her head.

What kind of people are needed, how many people are needed, how the facilities should be built, how much maintenance costs are expected to be incurred, etc.

Certainly, if Mr. Leger existed in reality, he would have been a very capable CEO.

In reality, you can’t cut off your fingers, so you won’t be able to satisfy that bad taste.

“Let’s go back after it’s over and talk about it together.”

“Okay. Let’s have a glass of wine for the first time in a while.”

We exchanged lines that sounded like death flags.

Usually, if you say something like this in a creative work, you can’t go back home, and you can’t even drink wine together.

*

Why aren’t bad premonitions always wrong?

As soon as the death flag line was uttered, the vehicle overturned with a loud noise.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion, then a huge shock hit my body and my vision went dark.

“Ugh… .”

I opened my eyes with the feeling of my blood rushing backwards.

My head, no, my whole body hurts.

“What is this… .”

I looked around.

Outside the window, I saw a world turned upside down.

No, it wasn’t the world that turned over, it was this car.

I turned my head and looked at the seat next to me. I saw Mr. Leger who had lost his mind.

I thought he was seriously injured because he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, but he seemed fine on the outside, except that he had fainted.

In fact, I think the person who was wearing the seat belt was injured more seriously.

After all, he is a superhuman, isn’t he?

Just as I was about to unfasten my seat belt,

“Aaaagh–!”

The sound of a man being torn apart was heard.

“I like that scream very much. Give me more.”

A woman’s slow voice was also heard.

Sigh – slurp—.

The clear sound of flesh being pierced by a blade.

“Ugh..! Argh..!”

At the same time, a scream is heard.

‘It wasn’t an accident, it was an attack?’

As the boss of the organization was on the move, he was accompanied by the best guards in the organization.

And yet, you are suffering so helplessly.

Who on earth was the attacker? .

Not long after, the continued screaming subsided.

“Like this–. It’s broken—.”

The woman’s voice filled with regret, as if the toy she was playing with was broken, gave me goosebumps.

At the same time,

“Cluck, cough… .”

I heard Mr. Leger coughing.

I just closed my eyes.

I don’t know why. I just felt like I had to do it.

Could it be that he is now scared?

“Phew… .”

Mr. Leger sighed.

Afterwards, a rattling sound was heard.

I don’t know what I’m doing because my eyes are closed.

Maybe I should bring a weapon.

bang-!

I heard the car door being opened roughly.

Afterwards, the vehicle shook slightly with a rustling sound.

“Ahh—. It’s finally coming out—.”

Eventually, the attacker’s drawn-out voice was heard.

Mr. Leger went out.

” is scissors… . A butcher.”

“Do you know me? It’s an honor—.”

By butcher, do you mean the scissors butcher?

I’ve heard of it. As someone who is rolling on the floor in the first place, it is impossible not to know.

I heard it when I was an investigator, but I heard it more while working in an organization.

A psychopath who is notorious for using giant scissors as a weapon to dismember bodies and brutally torture them to death.

A legal pleasure killer who only hunts down wanted criminals who can be killed intentionally.

“Don’t do it— I don’t like that star—so just call me Kuen—.”

The Butcher told me his name.

You shouldn’t reveal your identity on this floor. Especially for people who work in organizations. Because you never know when and where you might be attacked.

There is no way a butcher with a lot of experience and experience would make such a beginner’s mistake.

In other words, this is a murder warning that they have no intention of letting us live.

Chick, Chick–.

I heard the sound of a lighter turning on.

“Seup… . Phew—.”

It is incomprehensible how smokers think of smoking even under these circumstances.

Or rather, is it because of this situation that I think of cigarettes?

“You have bad taste. Is it fun to kill people like this?”

“Noi–. Don’t be mistaken. I don’t kill people—.”

You kill people, but you don’t kill people.

Does this mean that everyone other than yourself is not human?

“You are not people. Right—?”

“Phew–. Are they animals disguised as humans? It’s not even funny.”

“I don’t expect you to understand. So uh-. Did you smoke it all?”

“Did you wait?”

“Because it’s the last time—.”

“Ha.”

I heard the sound of a knife being drawn.

“Come.”

Kaang–!

“Hmm. Did you block it? You’re not being rude, are you?”

The Butcher’s slow voice has now become so fast that it is difficult to hear.

“It’s much better. I was annoyed by hearing the slow voice.”

“That can’t be helped. It’s become a habit.”

Kang-kaang-!

“Oh, I forgot. Is there anyone else in the car?”

“No. I like riding alone.”

“Really? So you are the last toy. I have to play with it carefully.”

“Damn.”

The sound of metal clashing rang out again and again.

The merging of the two lasted longer than expected.

But soon I heard an unfamiliar sound.

Deeply.

“Ugh… .”

“I’m still at about 40%, what if I can’t catch up already?”

Pow, puk–.

“It’s a shame. I would have liked to see a little more resistance. Instead, scream something pleasant to hear.”

“Ugh… .”

“Are you holding it in well? Then how about this?”

“Ugh..!”

“Are you going to keep holding on? How long can I hold on?”

Hook, puff, puff–.

Creep – Creep –.

A stabbing, cutting sound.

Mr. Leger’s suppressed groan.

Even though I had my eyes closed, I could vividly picture the situation in my mind.

*

The silence came only after a long time had passed.

“Ahh–. It’s not fun—.”

The Butcher’s voice slowed down again.

“It’s been a while~ It’s a pretty toy~ I was looking forward to it―.”

The sound of footsteps gets farther and farther away.

“New toy – let’s go find it—.”

The butcher’s slow humming became increasingly distant.

After a while, when he was sure that the butcher had left, he unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car, whining.

‘Luckily it didn’t explode.’

No, I think it would have been better for it to explode.

As soon as I managed to pull myself out, a sharp pain came over my entire body.

In particular, the area around my ribs seemed to have been broken by the seat belt, and it hurt every time I took a breath.

“Phew… .”

While I was slowly catching my breath, I felt a chill behind my back.

I get this feeling sometimes, as if someone is looking at me.

I slowly turned my head.

“Kakkuung–?”

Fuck.

Without even having time to be surprised, the butcher grabbed me by the back of the neck and threw me away.

“Ugh..!”

As I was rolling on the asphalt floor, I bumped into something and my gaze naturally caught.

“Wow – fuck.”

It was Mr. Leger’s body.

No, in fact, he looked so miserable that it was difficult to recognize him as Mr. Leger.

I thought to myself that I had a strong stomach because I had seen all kinds of terrible things, but this was so terrible.

I squeezed my empty stomach and vomited out sour liquid at the sight, which was worse than any corpse I had ever seen in this game, and several times more horrifying than the corpses I had seen on gore fishing sites posted on the community in the past.

“Yahooh–. This time you win–.”

I felt like I knew what the butcher meant by winning.

Unlike Leger, I’m a toy that can make a ‘pleasant scream’.

Crazy bitch.

I’m not crazy.

Of course, I have killed and tortured people many times in this game.

But this is something no one should do.

It is not a killing driven by animal instinct like Ker.

It is not a cold-blooded murder for profit or punishment like Mr. Leger.

A playful murder just for pure enjoyment.

It was pure malice, like children playing around by tearing at the body of an insect.

And what scared me more than anything was the system window floating in front of my eyes.

[Heroine profile]

Name: Kuen

Height: 162cm / Difficulty: C

Progress: 0% / Like level: 0

This crazy bitch was also one of the heroines I had to target.

‘Fuck, what a fucking game… .’

I couldn’t believe it, but the butcher was actually a heroine.

*

It is also tolerant of pain.

I thought this was wrong, but I was wrong.

The torture I suffered from the Butcher, or rather Kuen, far exceeded the range of pain my brain could tolerate.

Is it because of that or thanks to him?

Afterwards, most of the pain felt tolerable to me.

Although I have experienced countless pains, I have yet to experience anything worse than the torture I suffered from Kuen.

I’m not sure if it’s good or bad.

However, it was clear that each time my notions were shattered one by one, I was becoming more and more distant from being a normal human being.