episode_0080

Not long after the midterms were over.

I got a call from Cheonma.

Cheonma [Send a photo.]

Me [the gift first.]

Cheonma [This kid keeps talking informally to me.]

I [take Hyeji with me?]

Cheonma [I’m sorry. You can speak informally to some extent.]

Now that I have my gifts ready, I decided to head to the unmanned concept guild this weekend.

Hyeji did not accompany them.

There was a sincere request from Cheonma, and he said he had to go somewhere else for a while this weekend.

So this time, the three of us, me, Jeong A-yeon, and Elsia, moved together.

The first thing that greeted me as I entered were numerous weapons and fierce stares.

It seemed like he was threatening to not let anything go if I did anything even a little bit reckless.

But there was no problem at all.

” Get out of dogs.

“If you mess with the West, it won’t end well.”

There is also a special move, the Heavenly Horse Repulsor.

This time, Elsia took Hyeji’s place.

At Elsia’s cold voice, the unmanned soldiers began to put away their weapons one by one, and at that moment, the Heavenly Horse appeared through the wall.

Naturally, Jeong Ah-yeon joins the unmanned team to repair the broken wall.

Cheonma approached us with more confident steps than ever before.

Since Hyeji wasn’t there this time, it was somewhat natural.

“You’re here!”

“Gift.”

“Just wait a minute. I’ll take a look around here for a bit-”

“Gift.”

” This dog is really! ◦ ◦ ◦

Then Cheonma took a deep breath and started taking us somewhere.

The place we arrived at was an old door deep inside the guild.

Cheonma tried to explain to us in front of the gate.

“Here it is-”

“Okay, a gift.”

“Listen to what I have to say!!!!”

“I’m busy, damn it.”

At that moment, a growling sound was heard from Elsia’s stomach.

Then I got a little playful.

“Elsia, the husband is leaving, should I go with him?”

“Have a nice day! It’s also a wife’s job to guard the place where her husband will return!”

“Where are you going, you woman.”

He actually says that and then tries to follow me.

I let out a short sigh and opened my mouth.

“Go to the break room and eat something.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that! I’ll be back!”

“Okay, wait a minute! Leave me at least some snacks!”

Then Elsia started staring at me.

As if demanding an answer.

“Ah, I allow it. Eat them all.”

“Yes!!!!”

[……That’s just a pink grasshopper. I’m going to eat it all up.]

‘Since there are no human children here anyway, those who want to live should live.’

Elsia immediately left her seat.

He probably went to a place like a steam room or a break room.

Then, Cheonma couldn’t control his anger and grabbed me by the collar.

” This is a chew !!! ◦ ◦ ◦

“Kekekeke. Your snacks? If you’re late, they’ll all disappear.”

“Keuu …

Compared to how roughly he grabbed my collar, Cheonma opened the door in front of him very carefully.

The explanation of Cheonma continues as you enter.

“This is the place that leads to the guild’s secret meeting place.”

“Are you going to give me a surprise gift?”

“Just follow me, and please shut your mouth.”

The open door did not lead directly to a room, but rather to a dark passageway.

How long has it been since I walked along the Cheonma?

A tightly closed iron door began to come into view.

As I grabbed the handle of the iron door, Cheonma suddenly opened his mouth.

“Can’t be opened by normal methods.”

“Really?”

A somewhat confident look.

It seemed like he was saying, if you want to try, then try.

So I grabbed that handle.

I pushed the door to the side and opened it.

“Oh, no! How on earth do you know this!”

“All idiots think the same way.”

The door was a sliding door with a handle, like the door in the president’s secret room.

[…The president is like that too, and it’s really the idiots who insist on doing things that way.]

‘There are no human babies here, so I tried it just in case, and it worked.’

The sight inside the door was bizarre.

There was a single chair under dim lighting, surrounded by numerous ominous tools.

Drill. Saw. Awl. Machete. Club. Knife. Tongs, etc.

No matter how you look at it, it looks more like a torture chamber than a secret meeting place.

And in that ominous place, a woman stood proudly.

Messy, roughly tied hair. Dark circles clearly visible around the eyes.

Pale skin beyond pure white in contrast to that.

A pair of shabby jeans and a T-shirt. And a yellowed white robe over them.

Even the expressionless face and rotten fish-like eyes.

Even though he saw Cheonma, his expression didn’t change at all.

An appearance that is difficult to see as normal.

The woman glanced at me for a moment, then looked back at Cheonma and opened her mouth.

“Is this the guy?”

“Yes, are you ready for what I asked you to do?”

“Of course.”

Then the woman turned her gaze towards me again.

“So, are you the one who will be getting the surgery this time?”

“……Huh?”

I thought I heard wrong.

“It’s called plastic surgery.”

“……”

I heard you correctly.

‘Is this a Space Marine remodeling site? Did I come to the wrong Warhammer world?’

[Unfortunately, it is still the Academy world.]

‘……yet?’

At that moment, the woman immediately pointed to a chair in the middle of the room.

“Go and sit down.”

“……No problem, right?”

“You’ll know when you sit down. Hurry up, because there’s no time.”

“Shinwoo, please sit down quickly. It’s a gift.”

Cheonma grabbed my shoulder as if to say that he would not let me go until I received the gift.

In the end, there is only one choice.

He went to the chair and sat down quietly.

The chair had a long back like a dental chair and was reclinable.

But there was one glaring difference.

That’s right.

– Crunch.

“What the fuck?”

As soon as I sat down on the chair, the chair suddenly and automatically put chains on my body.

Neck. Waist. Arm. Wrist. Thigh. Ankle.

It was a restraint that seemed to not allow even the slightest movement.

The moment I couldn’t move from my chair, the woman began to smile sinisterly.

A drastic change that would not have been thought of as expressionless until just a moment ago.

I got chills all over my body.

“So this is the person who’s going to get the magic tattoo this time?”

“Wait a minute! What the heck! I never said I would do it!”

“Yes. I would like to ask you a favor.”

“No, you crazy bastards! Listen to me! I never said I would do it!”

“Okay, I’ll get it ready soon.”

Magic tattoo.

A device that adds a passage for magical power to flow to a desired area, making it easier to use magical power in that area.

Depending on whether you have a magic tattoo or not, the degree of magic power usage is so effective that it completely changes.

However, since it is not a naturally formed passage, side effects are certain.

Getting a magic tattoo is like opening a permanent waterway into the well of magic.

Since it is a passage that was added forcibly, magical power always flows towards the magical tattoo.

In other words, it is an extension of constant body strengthening.

If you are accustomed to strengthening your body, there are no side effects, but on the other hand, if you are not skilled at strengthening your body, there are severe side effects.

It is common for blood to burst around the tattoo or for the tattoo area to burst.

In severe cases, the affected area may become necrotic or the entire path through which the magical energy flows may explode.

That’s why the Academy doesn’t really recommend it.

It is difficult to find a good practitioner.

Because there are few people who can enhance their bodies enough to get a magic tattoo.

If you’re going to spend time strengthening your body in the first place, it’s much more efficient to increase the utilization of your abilities.

[You won’t experience any side effects, right? And since she’s the woman introduced by Cheonma, she seems like a trustworthy practitioner.]

‘Fuck, that’s not the problem.’

Surely, as Peace said, I only get benefits from getting a magic tattoo.

Since it is a permanent body strengthening, the recoil of the Heavenly Horse Repulsor will be better withstood, and the utilization of the Heavenly Horse Repulsor will also become easier.

However, I didn’t want it at all.

It would be like that. It would be a pain that would kill you, as much as forcibly creating a passage for magical power.

No, it involves such pain that it would be better to die.

In fact, there have been several fatal accidents.

But it’s already too late.

A situation where you will be forced to receive a gift.

At that moment, the woman came over to me, who was tied to the chair, and began to speak.

“Put this in your mouth first. It’ll relieve some of the pain.”

“Is it a painkiller?”

“No, the mouthpiece.”

Immediately the woman shoved a mouthpiece into my mouth.

Since it hurts anyway, it’s a consideration that isn’t really consideration to tell you to bite down hard.

While the woman was away for a moment, Cheonma began to question her.

” No, what’s a gift?

“If you’ve reached that level in body strengthening, there’s no harm in receiving it. Just keep quiet and die… no, get the surgery. ”

“Hey, fuck! You just said you were going to die? Tell me straight! You brainless bastard!!”

[You…]

‘Peace, why?’

[Have a nice trip. I’ll look for another protagonist.]

‘Don’t give up! You’re not dead yet!’

The woman returned before we knew it.

Holding a soldering iron that glows red in the dark.

“……Why did you bring the soldering iron?”

“Magic tattoos require you to slightly break the existing passage and create a new passage there.”

“What does that have to do with torture, you piece of shit!”

“This is a soldering iron that only touches the magic circuit. The pain is the same, but there is no serious damage on the outside. Don’t worry, it’s similar to the fire extinguisher.”

Then the woman began to hold the soldering iron against the back of my right hand.

– Chewy.

“AAAHHH!!!!! You fucking fire lord!!!! It’s gonna burn me with fire!!!!”

“Hold on a second. There are still three more to go.”

“Look here! Isn’t this a bit too much!”

At that moment, Cheonma glared at the woman with a fierce expression.

The woman turned her head to look at Cheonma, holding the soldering iron against the back of my hand.

“Why?”

“You’re having fun all by yourself! Let me do it too!”

“Then you do the left side.”

“Thank you.”

“What are you thankful for, you fucking little shit!!!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Cheonma began to press the soldering iron against the back of my left hand.

My nose was numb from the disgusting smell of burning protein and the pungent scent of blood.

It was impossible to even struggle.

Because the chains that bound my limbs did not allow me to move at all.

In the end, all I was allowed to do now was scream and gasp.

“Gasp…gasp…is it over now?”

“No, there’s still the instep left.”

“멈춰 개새끼들아아아악!!!”

“Shinwoo, I’m hard of hearing so I can’t hear you very well. Speak louder.”

Cheonma laughed heartily and asked me to speak.

As if to tell me to say something.

“Does a bald kid think he’ll last forever if he gets hair transplants?”

“I’ll do the left foot too.”

“Yeah.”

“Stop it!!!!”

The horse and the woman simultaneously began to support the insteps of my feet.

I struggled so much that the chair almost fell out.

It was no use.

But after a brief moment of screaming, the torture-like time finally came to an end.

The woman wiped the sweat from the side of her face and put the iron away.

He opened his mouth with a relieved expression.

“Okay, then I’ll get a tattoo now.”

At that moment, the woman’s actions suddenly stopped.

A woman whose head suddenly started to sweat as the number above her started to go up.

Seeing the woman like that, Cheonma suddenly expressed his doubts.

“What’s going on?”

“Ah… That… First, could you bring me some potions?”

The woman began to scratch her face and look embarrassed.

“I accidentally burned it with a real soldering iron.”

“Hey, you fucking bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I screamed and swore loudly.

But the woman shrugged her shoulders as if there was nothing she could do.

I really wanted to kill him.

“I checked now, so there’s no problem.”

“You should have checked that from the fucking beginning!!!”

“No, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a test subject flapping around like this.”

At that moment, Cheonma came holding several red potions and poured them on the back of my hands and feet.

A brief flash of excitement.

After that, the flesh slowly began to heal.

[Still alive.]

‘Fuck you.’

At the point when all the wounds had healed, the woman brought in another soldering iron.

“I’ll start over again.”

“Just kill her! You old maid!”

“I’m single!!!!!”

The woman began to support my hand once again.

With a slightly emotional gesture.

Cheonma also didn’t say anything and just supported my hand from the side.

That’s how I escaped from the torture chamber.

It was about two hours later.