episode_0161

Step by step.

Only Jung Yoo-shin’s footsteps echoed in the quiet bar.

A chilling atmosphere.

All eyes were on Jung Yoo-shin.

Not only the people sitting around the semicircular stage, but even Saul’s underlings guarding the bar couldn’t take their eyes off him.

“W, what are you talking about?!”

The orc standing on the stage asked in a flustered voice.

“What am I talking about? Freeze. You sons of bitches.”

“What do you mean freeze? Is he crazy?”

A troll with blue skin scratched his ear and came down the stairs from the second floor.

Sharp fangs and a height approaching 2m.

But he was small compared to a forest troll. It’s more accurate to see him as a half-troll.

The half-troll yawned and looked down at Jung Yoo-shin.

“Haaahm. Who is this guy again? Black hair but no red single-edged blade? Are you not the Butcher? Who are you?”

Jung Yoo-shin quietly faced the troll.

This time, Aldaine did not hand over the single-edged blade. He thought there must be another reason. He didn’t ask for a separate single-edged blade because he felt a bit uneasy.

The half-troll crossed his arms and looked down at Jung Yoo-shin.

“Black hair, say something.”

“Where did you catch those children?”

The half-troll grinned at Jung Yoo-shin’s question.

“Why, are you interested in those kids? Pay me if you want them.”

“…”

The half-troll scratched his fangs.

“You have a decent face, but your actions are terrible. I guess you think I’m scared of those Barbarois in the brothel, but you don’t seem to be that good. Let the kids go nicely. Customers at the auction, please wait a moment.”

The underlings took out their weapons and approached.

They were holding various weapons such as daggers, maces, arming swords, military picks, and hand axes.

On the other hand, Jung Yoo-shin was empty-handed.

“Dieeeeee!!!”

A man rushed in and swung his dagger.

Jung Yoo-shin stood still and threw a punch.

A light jab.

Paah!!!

The left jab flew at an invisible speed, breaking the man’s nasal bone and crushing his face.

“Keuheoeoeok!!!”

The man dropped his dagger and staggered backward, clutching his face.

Jung Yoo-shin stepped forward and immediately followed the man. He was holding the man’s dagger before he knew it.

Jung Yoo-shin swung the dagger.

First, the carotid artery.

He stabbed the neck, tore the carotid artery, and stabbed the heart two or three times.

Blood spurted out of his neck like a fountain. Jung Yoo-shin grabbed the man’s body and turned him toward the underlings.

Blood spurted out and soaked the men’s faces. Some of them covered their faces because it got in their eyes.

Murder that happened in an instant.

The half-troll, realizing that he was not ordinary, shouted.

“Charge all at once!!!”

“Uwaaaaaaa!!!”

“Dieeeeee!!!”

Jung Yoo-shin dodged each and every one of them and swung his dagger. When he took the mace and slammed it into the man’s head, the man with the crushed head collapsed, bleeding. There wasn’t even a scream.

He swung the arming sword and cut off the man’s arms.

“Kkeuaaaaaak!!!”

The man with both arms cut off wailed.

Jung Yoo-shin reached out and grabbed the jaw of the wailing man.

“Agagak!!!”

Tteudeudeuk!!!

The man, whose mouth was torn off along with his jaw, collapsed on the floor and convulsed.

The black hair who tore off the jaw with just the strength of his hand.

Everyone in the bar trembled at the devilish cruelty.

Jung Yoo-shin grabbed the torn-off jaw, counted the number of teeth, and threw it on the floor.

Thud.

The jawbone fell in front of the men’s feet.

“Next.”

A nonchalant declaration.

The men realized immediately.

The cruel handiwork.

“T, the Butcher!!!”

Someone shouted Jung Yoo-shin’s alias.

The half-troll stepped forward.

“Bring me my axe.”

“Yes! Boss!”

The subordinate quickly went up to the second floor and brought the axe.

The half-troll spat on his hands and grabbed the double-edged axe.

“Butcher, Butcher, you’re a crazy bastard. Interfering with business is a serious crime.”

“Wasn’t it a minor offense?”

“Not in the Labyrinth City. You seem to be out of luck today. Barbaroi, my imprinting ability is ‘Strong Arm’. My strength increases three times the normal state. And I also have the ‘Swiftness’ imprinting. Keu heu heu.”

The half-troll said with a sinister smile.

Jung Yoo-shin wore a frightened expression.

“R, really?”

“Yes. No matter how fast you move, it’s useless. I’m stronger than that drug-dealing guy!”

Jung Yoo-shin stepped back at the half-troll’s words.

“I’ll kill you!!!”

The half-troll rushed in and slammed down with his axe.

Whoooong!!!

The sharp double-edged axe tore through the air and fell on Jung Yoo-shin’s head.

The people around him closed their eyes.

Just before Jung Yoo-shin’s head was split open.

He raised his hand.

Thwack!!!

The troll’s eyes widened in panic.

He blocked the sharp axe with one hand. An impossible thing.

Golden light rippled on the Barbaroi’s hand.

“H… how? Keoeoeok!!!”

Ppeoeoeok!!!

The boss grabbed his stomach and stepped back before kneeling down with a thud.

Seeing the blood rising, I wondered if his intestines had burst.

Jung Yoo-shin picked up the double-edged axe that the boss had dropped.

“What… what a stupid bastard. He’s the first bastard I’ve ever seen blabbering about his imprinting himself.”

Jung Yoo-shin grabbed the axe with both hands and raised it high above his head.

“S, save me…!”

“Impossible.”

Sswaaaaaeeeek!!!!!

The heavy axe blade crushed the troll’s skull and split his brain. Without stopping, it cut through his neck bones, ribs, intestines, and even his anus, and was half-buried in the stone floor.

Kwaga gagak!!!!

Tseuaaaaaak!!!

Blood and filth splattered on Jung Yoo-shin’s cheeks and body.

Jung Yoo-shin pulled the axe out of the floor and slung it over his shoulder.

He wiped the blood off his cheek with one hand and looked around.

Some were kneeling on the floor and vomiting.

Some were shedding tears.

He saw several people running to the bar entrance in a hurry.

He grabbed the axe with all his might and twisted his waist.

Five people.

He threw the axe.

Sswaaaaaeeeek!!!!

The axe spun and flew, cutting four men in half and embedding itself in the wall. The other one was hit by the handle and was thrown into a corner.

“Hey, you hit by the handle, come here.”

The guy hit by the axe handle was only writhing on the floor as if one part of his body was broken.

“Someone go and bring that guy here.”

The thugs couldn’t move, their eyes wide.

Jung Yoo-shin swept back his blood-splattered hair.

Looking around, he saw the orc who was holding his neck the stiffest. The guy whose eyes seemed the clearest.

“Hey Greenskin, bring him here.”

“I understand.”

“I understand? Am I your friend? Say it again.”

“Ah, I understand.”

The orc quickly ran and dragged the man over.

Jung Yoo-shin looked around for a moment and then slumped down in a chair.

He closed his eyes.

He felt dizzy from the smell of blood and filth. The more he killed, the more itchy he felt inside his head.

‘This isn’t like me.’

Jung Yoo-shin quietly closed his eyes.

* * *

Clunk!!!

A smoky, dark gambling den.

The office door opened and a bloody man burst in.

“S, Saul-nim!”

Saul, who was sitting in a large leather chair, tilted his head to the side.

“What’s with that look?”

“The Barbaroi bastard is causing a ruckus in the bar!”

Saul laughed in vain.

“Geez. Did I misjudge the guy? He just rammed his head into the slave hunter when he killed him, and he just crushed the drug dealer. Can a person’s personality suddenly change now? It’s strange. It’s strange.”

Saul clicked his tongue and got up from his seat.

“Prepare. I’ll have to go.”

* * *

A bar in chaos.

Jung Yoo-shin sat at a decent table and chewed on jerky.

“Ska!!!”

Saul’s voice was heard from outside the bar.

Jung Yoo-shin got up from his seat and walked out of the bar.

As he opened the door, a hot wind brushed past Jung Yoo-shin’s cheek.

A dim street.

A corner of the east where you wouldn’t even know if a fight broke out.

Nearly two hundred people were standing a little ways away from the bar. Saul was standing in the middle of them.

Saul observed Jung Yoo-shin before looking around.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

Jung Yoo-shin bowed his head politely and answered.

“Ska, what the hell is going on? I told you to think about the offer, but you just barged into my business alone? Are you crazy? You’re the first friend I’ve ever wanted to look inside his head.”

Jung Yoo-shin swept back his blood-soaked hair.

“Actually, I don’t know my own mind either. I guess it’s puberty. A turbulent time. A time when the ego and pubic hair grow profusely. I think it’s that kind of time.”

“…”

The two hundred men all closed their mouths and looked at Jung Yoo-shin.

Jung Yoo-shin’s head tilted to the side.

“But is it right to buy and sell children who haven’t even experienced the turbulent times?”

Saul laughed heartily and looked at his subordinate standing next to him.

“This friend Ska is so transparent. That’s why I like him. Could it be because of the Crimson Hunters incident? You’re making such a fuss just because some gnome family died. I heard they cut off the mother and her child’s heads, put them in a box, and sent them. Does that make you feel like your head is spinning and having nightmares? Did it hurt your feelings? What a softie.”

“…”

Saul raised his finger and pointed at Jung Yoo-shin.

“Ska, your heart is so weak that I feel like I’m going to cry. In my opinion, you can’t survive in the Labyrinth City. I’ll end your miserable life here.”

Jung Yoo-shin raised his head and looked up at the night sky.

“No, I will definitely survive. I’ll eat well, take a dump, swing my sword, and take a walk when I have time. And when I feel bloated, I’ll beat up bastards like you to change my mood. When I feel good, I’ll go back into the Labyrinth and work my ass off.”

Saul chuckled before hardening his expression.

“I thought you were a bit of a badass, but you’re just a guy consumed by madness. Boys, cut him open and kill him, then tear him to pieces and stuff him in his inn.”

“Yes!”

Saul’s subordinates took out their weapons and approached Jung Yoo-shin.

Saul smiled and looked at the bald man standing next to him.

A middle-aged man with strange tattoos on his bald head.

His name was Geowulf.

A mid-level explorer with the nickname Mage Slayer. It was an alias given because he had a magic sealing imprinting.

The other one must be hiding in the shadows, aiming at Ska with an arrow coated with deadly poison.

If Ska rushed in, the fight would be over.

‘Come on. Come.’

Saul’s smile grew deeper.

Jung Yoo-shin was approaching Saul when he suddenly looked to the side.

Jung Yoo-shin raised his hand and pointed to one side.

“What’s that?”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the direction Jung Yoo-shin was pointing.

Paaat!!!

At that moment.

Jung Yoo-shin running in the opposite direction.

The men in the street stared in disbelief as they watched Jung Yoo-shin disappear into the dark alleyway.

Saul distorted his face and shouted.

“That crazy bastard!!! Is he running away from here?!!! Catch him!!!”

The men stood frozen with blank expressions. Saul, who was furious, shouted again.

“Catch that bastard!!!”

“Yes, yes!!!”

A starry night.

Hundreds of men began to run, carrying weapons.

To catch one crazy man.