Chapter 510
Chapter 510
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 510
Chapter Title: Junior Priest Kim Katt
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Trained through extreme drills and brutal real combat, and tempered even with mana, my punches were no different from killing blows with every single strike.
To me, a punch is murder.
The demon's head, struck by that heavy noogie, caved in deeply, and —pop! Like something out of a joke, both eyeballs popped out and fell at my feet.
—Roll roll.
Crazy marble-eyed freak...!
If kids saw this, they'd puke for sure!
"Guh-heuk! Spit!"
The demon, who had been lounging arrogantly on the sofa and demanding a deal from me, belatedly regained its manners, bowing at the waist and foaming at the mouth.
I immediately picked up one of the fallen eyeballs.
"Whew."
I blew into my mouth to clean it off, then grabbed the demon's empty eyelid, pried it open, and shoved the eyeball back in.
"Kki-wet kki-wet."
"Kuh-hah-heuk...! Kahak!"
The demon's head began to repair itself now that one eye was back in place. With only one eye, its appearance was utterly grotesque.
"Mad Eye, you bastard...!"
This Mad Eye fucker!
The caved-in skull swelled back up, spewing out the blood pooled inside. To think it dared try to pull some illusion or dream bullshit on me—absolutely unforgivable!
"What the hell was that for, Mad Eye?!"
"Wh-what the hell is...!"
"Shut up!"
—Kwang!
I unleashed another murderous noogie, smashing the skull that had just barely repaired itself.
"Gehuk!"
It was a truly refreshing strike.
With a single blow, the demon's head crumpled, its insides turning to mush. Something I couldn't even have imagined in my old days. But now, it was everyday murderous power.
Even a demon with high physical durability knelt before my punch.
"Shut up, shut up!"
—Kwang!
—Kwang!
"Kuh-haaaak!!"
I just kept pounding its head relentlessly.
No matter what this situation was, violence was the only option. I had to beat it into submission before I could talk, extract info, or do anything.
The best way to deal with these bastards was to break their spirit first. Once you seize the advantage, you had to know how to exploit it.
"You fucking demon scum!"
—Puk!
With every strike, blood and brains splattered, staining the pitch-black floor. But no matter how much I beat it, the thing just kept self-repairing without dying.
Was it because this was its space?
Of course, shattering it would be easy.
"Kuh-heuk...! Stop! Stop! Please stop!"
"Did you stop when your victims begged you to?!"
"What the hell are you...! Kuh-haak!!!"
The type I could never forgive was scum like this. They casually slaughtered precious lives without a second thought, but when it was their turn to die, they threw a fit.
They valued only their own life, treating others like tools or bugs. That hypocrisy was no different from imperialists. As the Heavenly Demon Kim Katt, as Junior Priest Kim Katt, I couldn't just let this rampage slide.
"Die! Die, you demon fuck!"
"Uwaaaak!!"
After a solid session of violence, the demon's head sank right into its neck like a whack-a-mole.
Guess that happens if you beat it enough.
—Crunch! Crunch!
Even in that state, the demon slowly repaired its head. The skull embedded in its neck slithered back out, regaining its original shape.
A demon with strong regenerative powers?
Or because this wasn't reality?
But it felt pain and took damage all the same. Having grown numb to destruction and beatings, I could tell clearly. The demon's agonized screams were real.
"You fucking bastard! Enough regenerating already!"
Furious at its tiresome healing, I unleashed the Heavenly Demon Annihilation Revolving Fist once more to grind it to dust.
"Kee-yeek!!"
But at that moment, the fully repaired demon flinched and yelled.
"St-stop! Please stop! I was wrong!"
"What the fuck?"
"I was wrong, please stop! I messed up!"
"Wh-what?"
Incredibly, the demon kicked over the sofa and prostrated itself before me, begging. Had a bit of violence really instilled manners in a demon?
"What the hell's wrong with you! Are you sane?!"
Getting an apology from a demon? This was absurd!
"You fucking bastard!"
The utterly inhuman situation made my violence surge uncontrollably. Burning with rage from head to toe, I slammed the Supremacy of the Heavenly Demon into the back of its prostrated head.
—Pung!
Its skull exploded satisfyingly, chunks of flesh flying. —Thud. The headless body collapsed. At this point, it should be dead... but incredibly, it started regenerating again.
Was it not a demon sword but some planarian demon or something?
"Uh-heuuk!! Stop! Please stop...! I was wrong!"
"What? Why won't you die?"
"Stop... just stop now..."
Back to its original form, the demon writhed, sobbing with tears and snot streaming down. This bastard... was it finally ready to talk?
Before conversing with evil entities, the common sense was to tenderize them like ground meat first. This was a legally guaranteed right, part of local customary law, and even an essential religious procedure.
—Drag.
I dragged over the sofa it had kicked away and sat down.
"Why won't you die?"
"..."
The demon mumbled at my question. Not even a punished kid, and it tried to clam up? I just raised my fist, and the freakish thing screamed.
"Aigoo! It's because this is my, my space!"
Its space, huh.
"...What about your space makes you survive that kind of attack? You invincible or something?"
A worthless demon like this getting immortality just because it's its own space didn't make sense. Well, that's my common sense; maybe it was possible.
But it wasn't a satisfying answer.
"Th-that's...!"
"You bastard! Don't beat around the bush—spit it out!"
"Hee-yeek!! B-because this isn't the real world!"
"I know that, you fucking dense idiot!!!"
Aw, fuck, arguing with this dense bastard again! From experience, interrogating morons like this yielded nothing.
"If it won't die, beat it till it does! Die, Supremacy of the Heavenly Demon!"
"Uwaaaaaak!!"
—Pung!
Screams echoed through the pitch-black space.
With every step of the Supremacy of the Heavenly Demon, the ground flipped, and the lighting shattered. The decorative swords embedded around had long turned to dust and scattered.
—Hildergart.
Her experience entering my dream had helped. Just as I'd adapted there, now I overwhelmed this demon's space. The Supremacy of the Heavenly Demon exploded at full power, dominating the realm.
—Crash!
And then, suddenly, the surrounding scenery shattered—
—My eyes snapped open.
"Fuck!"
"Katt?!"
The light was so blinding I grimaced.
This voice... Cloude? My blurry vision spun. I barely propped myself up. What a weird sensation.
"Aw, you fucking... Cloude? Winia?"
"The blackie's come to!"
"Huh?"
Looking around, this was the spot where I'd fought the demon sword earlier. The guy was sleeping over there, and Cloude and Winia flanked me.
Whatever it was, I was back in reality. As always, physical solutions were the fastest.
"...What happened?"
"Katt, Kaaatt...!"
Cloude and Winia clung to me, faces streaked with tears.
...What?
No, fuck! My women were crying!
Fierce rage surged, snapping me fully alert.
"Cloude! Winia! Calm down! I'm right here, so stop crying! What happened?!"
I soothed the two on the verge of tears and asked. They stopped sobbing and started explaining.
"...Blackie suddenly collapsed. Thought the demon sword got you for real! You didn't listen and nearly died again!"
Apparently, I'd collapsed while inspecting the demon sword. They'd moved me behind a tree for first aid.
Seems I'd lost consciousness and been dragged into the demon's domain at the same time. That fucking bastard! Making my wives worry like this!
Good thing not much time had passed. If it had been longer, it'd have been worse.
"Whew... Yeah. I'm not dead, so relax."
I calmed them and explained. Dragged into the demon's space, got a contract offer. Of course, I beat the shit out of it and escaped. Winia frowned at the story.
"...No more demon swords from now on."
"Yeah, yeah."
So many things banned.
As I tried to stand and stretch, Cloude hugged me tight.
"Katt... You're up. Thank goodness. I was so scared... You gonna make me worry like this?"
"Sorry. Aw, not like that."
Demon bastard. Unforgivable.
I steadied my floating mind and scanned around. Right there, the severed demon sword lay in a black puddle.
Had I succeeded in killing that demon? It wasn't immortal after all; it had submitted to my Supremacy of the Heavenly Demon. But honestly, even as trash, I couldn't gauge its strength.
Regenerating after all that... In my opinion, demons were beings where reality and unreality mixed. That's what made them demons.
"Cloude, Winia. Follow me."
"...Where?"
"To the demon sword."
"Blackie, you're crazy! Gonna pull that shit again?!"
"No."
It's fine now.
"Don't worry. Looks like I beat the demon."
"..."
I approached the puddle where the sword lay. Cloude and Winia stood behind, gripping my arms—a warning to be careful.
—Bubble bubble.
As I inspected it, the black puddle began to boil.
"Blackie!"
"Katt!"
My wives overreacted, trying to pull me back. But it was fine. I'd won in that mental world, so I could return. That demon couldn't harm me anymore.
"Kuo-oooo!"
—Splash!
Something rose from the puddle.
—Grab!
A tiny hand emerged, clutching the ground.
"Guh-heuuk...! Kuh-haak!"
Crawling from that abyss of darkness was... that demon from before.
No, slightly different.
A little person.
"Kaha-aak!"
A demon about 50cm tall crawled out from the puddle's depths, grimacing and vomiting black blood. Winia gasped at the sight.
"Wh-what is that! What the hell is it, blackie?!"
"...The demon I mentioned. That's the demon sword's true form, probably."
Had it shrunk from getting its ass kicked and losing power?
"Hng..."
—Step step.
Cloude strode forward on her long legs toward the demon. I followed. Winia fretted but came along.
"Th-this...! This is insane! Me, Vugal, reduced to this...!"
"Vugal?"
"...Who are you?"
Suddenly, Cloude reached out to Vugal. So tiny, it couldn't resist and got grabbed.
"What do you think you're doing! Let go!"
"..."
—Rip!
Suddenly, Cloude seized its flailing limbs and tore them off like ripping cabbage kimchi. The sequence was so natural I couldn't process it at first.
"Kee-hyaaaaa!!!"
Screams and blood gushed out.
Su-sudden development!
"Wait, Cloude! Don't kill it!"
Don't kill—capture it as evidence! Live-capturing a demon would thrill the church! That small and weak, it was totally doable!
Demon capture—unprecedented!
"Can't kill it?"
At my restraint, she turned to me.
"...Cl, Cloude?"
Her eyes were sharply intense.
She seemed really pissed.
"Mad?"
"Wouldn't you be? Katt... I thought I lost you just now."
...How do I calm her down?