Chapter 382
Chapter 382
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 382
Chapter Title: Colors from the Universe
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"Kyyyaaaaah!!!!"
Anyway, the bearded bastard whose arm I'd just chopped off was writhing all over the floor, screaming his lungs out. The sight reminded me of those twisted legends from the depths of the South American jungle about howling demons.
"You fucker... I let you live and you're screaming? Shut your goddamn mouth, you rapist piece of shit!!!!"
—Thwack!
In my extreme rage, I drove a kick straight into the gut of the beard twitching around like a maggot. Hit harder than I intended, he let out an even bigger scream and flailed wildly.
"Gwaaaah!!!"
"Shut up! I said shut your fucking mouth!"
If he kept screaming like this, we'd have problems.
—Crack!
—Smack!
I laid into him with punches and stomps just to shut him up. But instead of quieting down like I told him to, the bastard only screamed louder.
"Waaaah!!!"
"What the fuck, man! When someone's talking to you, listen up, you son of a bitch!!!"
"Grghhh!!"
"I said shut up!"
I unloaded another round of violence, but he refused to cooperate.
"Kghak...! Kahak!!"
Of course, a criminal scumbag like this wasn't gonna listen to reason.
If he had any sense, he wouldn't have gotten into this kind of brutal crime in the first place. Still, gotta give him points for tenacity, thrashing like this.
As payback for showing that shitty grit, I grabbed the fingers clutching the stump of his severed arm and wrenched them back with brute force.
—Snap!
"Gyaaaah!!"
"I fucking told you to shut up, you dog-fuck!!!"
"Grerrgh! S-Stop! Stop itttt!!!!!"
"Shut your mouth, and I'll stop."
"Khng...!"
Finally, around then, he clamped his jaw shut. Nothing shuts 'em up like a little torture.
"If you don't wanna get pregnant with my sword like your boss, get up and kneel, asshole."
"Kgh...! Haa, haa..."
He struggled to his feet, then dropped to his knees, clutching his arm. His already feral, animal-abuser face was smeared with tears, snot, and splattered blood, making him look even more vicious.
Scum like this always does scum shit.
"Hey. What the hell are you punks up to? Why're you drugging the stew? You doctors or some shit? Huh?"
I pulled out my knife and started hacking at his shaggy hair while growling threats. These guys were obviously a professional bandit crew that built this village to rob passing travelers now and then.
Which means they had to have some kind of safe stashed with all their loot.
Dunno if this bearded fuck knew where, but time to interrogate.
"Th-That... uh... Ack! Khng...! F-Fuck...!"
"I asked if you're a fucking doctor!!! Answer the goddamn question, you prick!"
I sliced his scalp like cutting A4 paper. Blood oozed out between the hairs in seconds. The horrified beard screamed his answer.
"Aaaah!! No, no! I'm not a doctor! Not a doctor, aaaah!!"
Guess he's no doctor, then.
But dosing people without a license? Fucking audacious. I yanked his ear like I was gonna rip it off.
"You only listen when I beat the shit outta you, huh? Did your mom teach you that? Huh?"
"Khaaaah!!!! Y-You fuck!!! Kill me, you dog! Just kill me!"
"Why the fuck are you dodging the question again!!! Why!!! Why!!!!!"
"Uwaaaaaah!!!!!!! "
I asked about his mom, so why the hell's he yelling to die? My brain couldn't process it.
Criminals really do think different.
Crime's their whole lifestyle, spewing bullshit. They lie through their teeth, never answer straight questions, can't even hold a conversation.
Born under a curse, probably.
So his mom had to be a demon or some equivalent.
Makes him a heretic, then?
"Why won't you fucking answer!!! I asked if your mom taught you that, and you dodge again!!!!"
"Fuuuuck!!!!!"
I was so pissed I was losing my mind, jumping around. I always try to talk, but these psycho criminals never engage.
For a split second, my vision went red-black.
"You prick... Huh? What the fuck, why's this bastard dead?"
When I snapped out of it, the beard was a total mess. Skull smashed in, face planted in the floor, silent.
What? When did this fucker die?
"Pfft, kuheheh. Katt, he's already dead. Let it go. That was some intense interrogation."
"Damn, blackie's scary as hell. Just kill 'em all with that vibe. These fuckers are obviously traveler-robbing bandits. Gotta wipe out the seed."
Cloudy and Winia, who'd been watching, chimed in.
Cloudy looked pleased, Winia pissed as hell.
"Knew it, right? But I overheard while pretending to sleep earlier... something about dosing the village... these rapist pricks."
"Ah, fuck. Gives me chills. If they said that, whole village is in on it. Pisses me off so much. Getting lost sucks, and now these assholes... Sis, check my goosebumps."
Winia showed Cloudy her arm. Cloudy reassured her gently.
"It's fine. You've got Katt, right? Don't worry."
"Yeah, blackie's reliable."
"Just trust me."
Bandits making kids? Twisting something sacred and beautiful into filthy shit like that? Couldn't control my rage.
I dragged the beard and his boss's corpses to a corner, rifled their pockets for 62 coppers, and geared up immediately.
Gonna stick to black and red clothes from now on.
Blood splatters every damn time, no end to the stains.
"I never forgive anyone who upsets my women."
"Oh my."
"I'll kill them all."
That's a crime bigger than damaging my property. If the whole village is complicit, they all pay.
"Katt, that mad, huh?"
"Mad enough to lose my shit...! So fucking mad!!!"
Cloudy grinned.
"Heheh, you get that worked up over my thoughts? Makes me so happy... Feels like I'm your property... Gets me excited. No need for soundproofing if we kill 'em all?"
"Wanna do it now, ma'am?"
Cloudy's voice turned super aroused. She seemed to love the carnage I'd wrought.
She touched my body seductively and whispered in my ear.
"Yeah... but not right now. Katt. What should we do with the ones eyeing your stuff?"
—Eyeing my stuff.
"Kill 'em all."
—Wipe every last one out.
"Exactly. A warrior never forgives that. Now, Katt. What do you do in this case?"
"Kill 'em all!!!"
"One more time!"
"All!!! Fucking all of 'em!!!"
I'll slaughter them all!!!
—Raaaaagh!!!!!!
I was roaring before I knew it.
Unforgivable crimes! Heretics! Imperialists! Horrific war crimes and civilian massacres!!! Innocent deaths and crying kids!
Overflowing vicious criminals and bandits must never be forgiven!
—And!
Above all, touching what's mine!!!
"This Heavenly Demon, Kim Katt."
If I don't butcher them all, my heart'll burst from rage first.
I tamped down the brain-scrambling fury inside. It didn't fade. It compressed, layered, writhing alive in my chest forever.
"I never forgive that!!!!"
"Kyaa! That's it, Katt!"
—Hop.
Cloudy hopped onto me like a cicada. I grabbed her waist tight, and Winia said,
"From what I see, blackie losing it is all sis's fault. Or does sis make him like that?"
"Heheh, maybe? You hate it? This Katt?"
"No... Dunno if I'm weird, but I'm kinda excited too..."
I called Winia seriously.
"Winia."
"Yeah."
"You're my woman."
"Wh-What? S-Suddenly saying that?"
Winia blushed amid the gore.
"So stick to me too. Triple Union Kim Katt time."
"Ah, fuck. One cool line and you ruin it with bullshit, you black fuck! Sis, get down!"
Anyway, I bottled the rage and armed up. Too bad Triple Union Kim Katt didn't happen.
"Alright, let's head down. Innkeeper, chef, all in cahoots. Grab one and interrogate."
Screams had already echoed loud. Murder-villagers might've noticed.
We headed out, battle-ready.
—Silence.
Second floor empty, no sounds. Smashed open all six room doors, checked inside.
Nothing.
"Sigh, was good till we found the village. Now this shit? Seems like incidents pop up everywhere blackie and sis go."
"Huh, true."
"I think it's fun."
Sure, trouble always brews.
"Looks like nothing up here. And no reaction to the noise... these pricks all fled?"
If they heard screams, they'd know shit hit the fan and act. If whole village complicit, easy to guess what.
"Where to flee in a dump like this? Villagers in on it too, probably called 'em. Betting they'll gather and attack."
Winia's right.
"Yeah, high chance."
I crept to the stairs down, checking. Quiet. Peered below—first floor empty too.
No innkeeper or anything.
"Made that much noise, no one checks? Let's go down."
Down to first floor, still no ambush vibes.
"Hmm, maybe they haven't noticed?"
Cloudy drew her curved sword, scanning.
Possible. Good soundproofing, screams normal, or don't care about inn?
Who knows.
If you don't know, find out.
"Let's search the place quick. Might be hiding."
First floor: hall, counter, kitchen door. Entrance shut.
Check kitchen first.
"Cloudy, Winia. Watch here a sec. I'll check kitchen."
"Got it."
Gripped knife, turned kitchen doorknob slow.
—Creak.
Bright inside.
And thick, savory stew smell wafted out—threw door wide, knife first, rushed in.
"Kids, mommy's home."
Hyper-alert for attacks, scanned. Thought empty, then spotted two guys sprawled on floor.
"..."
"..."
What the fuck?
One was the innkeeper from before, other unfamiliar. Chef?
Seemed dead, but they breathed.
"Nngh..."
"Hng... Smack."
Mommy's here and these fuckers sleeping?
"You crazy bastards."
Empty bottles everywhere. Empty stew bowls on counter, weird ingredients next to 'em.
Guess they boozed here till they passed out.
Minions out working, they nap? Not your average villains.
On impulse, I stabbed a knife deep into the chef's thigh.
—Stab!
"Quaaaaaaaah!!!"