Escape
The man who had been talking froze mid-sentence. His suspicion-filled eyes widened in terror as I stepped forward.
"W-Who…" he started, voice cracking.
Before he could finish, I drove my fist straight into his throat. A wet crunch echoed through the air as his neck snapped sideways. Blood sprayed in a thick arc, splattering the concrete floor.
Right beside him, the other man’s eyes bulged. He tried to scream, but my knife flashed. The blade sliced deep across his carotid, opening his throat in one clean motion. He dropped instantly, clutching at the gushing wound.
In the slowed time of Super Sensory, the blood droplets hung in mid-air like crimson pearls. The world around me moved in sluggish waves, every shadow and drop of red so vivid it felt almost beautiful.
Super Regeneration: 375
“Run!”
The people around us watched in stunned silence as the two bodies hit the ground, blood still pulsing from their severed necks. The moment the screams began, we all sprinted toward the entrance. Bullets flew past our heads, but I was already leaping through the doorway, heart pounding with the rush of motion.
Inside the mart, panic exploded. Guards fumbled for weapons, eyes wide with fear. In the slowed time, I exploded forward like a missile. My knife plunged into the chest of the nearest man, piercing through shirt and flesh until it scraped bone. He gurgled once and collapsed.
Before the others could react, I spun and carved through the next two in a blur. The steel bit deep into their throats and stomachs, blood and organs spilling across the tiles. Only two remained.
They were too far for knife work. I grabbed the shotgun from my back, chambered a round, and fired before they could squeeze the trigger. The pellets slammed into the first man’s belly, blowing him backward. I racked the slide again, but the second man had already raised his rifle.
We fired at the same instant. His face exploded in a fountain of blood and bone fragments as the pellets tore through his cheek and jaw. At the same time, buckshot from his shotgun raked my side. The impact hurled me back three steps, tearing my shirt open and sending hot blood streaming down my ribs.
Super Regeneration: 381
Two women in the street stared at me, eyes wide with shock. One was naked, the other in just a sheer nightie.
“A-Are you okay?!”
“No time to talk! Run into the alley ahead!”
The two women sprinted toward the narrow passage between buildings, and I followed close behind, shotgun still raised. Bullets sparked off the concrete behind us. Screams erupted as more armed men poured out of the mart, firing wildly.
—BANG!
Shot struck my back. The impact rattled my spine, but the Kevlar vest simply shredded apart like paper. I twisted mid-run, time slowing around me. One by one I squeezed the trigger, dropping two men who crumpled behind cover.
Super Regeneration: 383
“Hah… hah…”
The women had vanished into the alley. I followed, my wounds already knitting shut, skin sealing over gunshot holes in seconds. Super Regeneration was pushing toward 400. Every graze and bruise faded in real time, the flesh itself visibly swelling and smoothing.
Outside, the street was chaos. Dozens of civilians poured from the mart, staring at the three bloody corpses. I slipped into the narrow alley, heart still racing.
Inside the old villa we had hidden in earlier, the two women collapsed against the wall, gasping for breath. The naked woman’s entire body trembled with exhaustion, while the one in the nightie could barely stand.
“M-Master… my back… it hurts… I feel like I’ve been shot so many times…”
Yoo-hyejeong was crying, staring at my blood-soaked clothes. She thought I was dead. I almost laughed. I was still alive. Very much alive.
I checked the mirror. My back was a mess of blood and tears, but the bleeding had stopped completely. With a single tug, I ripped the embedded arrows free from my shoulder blades. She stumbled backward from the sudden movement.
Her body looked as though it had been through hell. Compared to mine, her energy was nearly gone.
I stripped off my torn shirt and pulled on the oversized male top I had brought. The fabric hung loose on her small frame, but it covered her body enough. I tossed her a pair of socks and one pair of shoes that still fit.
“Put these on. The clothes are better than nothing. And hurry.”
She obeyed without a word, moving with the careful grace of someone who had once been trained. The anal beads still nestled inside her were impossible to remove while she was this exhausted.
Outside, distant gunshots still echoed. I couldn’t risk staying.
* * *
Kim Seong-min was the real administrative head of the Large Mart. In his late forties, with neatly styled glasses and a corporate-manager appearance, he looked exactly like the kind of man who would run the show without ever raising his voice.
He sprinted up four floors to the leader’s office, greeting the bodyguards lightly as he passed.
At the door he paused, took a breath, and knocked once.
—Knock, knock, knock.
From inside came a rough, animalistic grunt mixed with a woman’s strained moans.
“What the hell are you doing, interrupting important work? Can’t you hear we’re in the middle of it?!”
Seong-min answered politely, bowing slightly.
“This is Kim Seong-min, sir. Please come in.”
“Enter.”
The door opened. Inside, a fat middle-aged man with a muscular, model-like body was violently fucking a gorgeous young woman on the bed. She was bound in steel cuffs, legs spread wide, and thick toys had been shoved deep into both her pussy and ass.
Lee Gwang-cheol.
That was the name. The ugly, brutal leader who ruled the mart with an iron fist wrapped in sadistic pleasure.
He was pounding the woman so hard the bed creaked violently. Her body shook with every thrust, breasts bouncing wildly. The moment she came, her entire form convulsed and a flood of fluids squirted out like a fountain.
“Ugh… haak… haa…”
Her face was flushed with forced ecstasy, but her eyes held only shame and pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“S-Stop… please… just a little rest…”
“You pathetic bitch, why is your stamina so weak?”
Lee Gwang-cheol tossed the vibrating dildo aside and stepped off the bed. The moment he moved, the woman scrambled to the corner, knees trembling as she knelt with her hands still bound behind her back. The anal beads remained untouched.
She looked like a trained pet, but she was clearly in agony.
“That model you picked up recently? The one from the planning agency?”
“Yeah, I remember her. Face and body are decent, but her stamina is pathetic. She’s too whiny too. Still need a lot more training. So what’s the emergency?”
“Someone stole a woman from the Combat Unit leader Park Beom.”
“What? Who? How did they do it?”
“Not stolen. She walked in openly. Along with another captured woman.”
“…”
“The ten men who were guarding her were all killed before I even noticed.”
“Alone?”
“Yes. With just a knife and a gun. He cut them down in seconds. And he doesn’t even care about the bullets.”
“Fuck…”
“He wiped out our entire squad in Grand River Apartment. It’s definitely that bastard.”
Lee Gwang-cheol slammed his fist on the table, breathing hard.
“The world is collapsing and people are already spreading crazy rumors. One guy dodging bullets, killing everyone? He must be some kind of demon. Ten thousand people he’d slaughter all by himself. Damn… I’ll drag every last one of them here and break them myself.”
“I… I’m dealing with the victims right now, but the morale is rock bottom. The attack on Grand River has damaged our reputation…”
“I’ll kill every single one who comes crawling. Combat Unit, Search Team—get ready for battle by tomorrow. I’ll bring them down myself.”
“Understood.”
Seong-min bowed deeply.
Lee Gwang-cheol was brutal and strong, the kind of leader the new world needed. But he had no real strategy, only raw violence. It worked for now.
But if the rumors about that “superhuman” were true, this entire mart might be finished.
As Seong-min turned to leave, two beautiful women stepped in, bowing politely. They were obviously the ones who had just been summoned.
Lee Gwang-cheol grinned and waved them closer. Before they could kneel, his hands slipped inside their bras and panties, groping roughly.
Even as the door closed, their moans filled the room—loud, shameless, and completely unwilling.
He was a vicious monster, yet he still gave his followers the illusion of power. The people outside the walls grew more cruel every day, but inside the mart, everyone had chosen pleasure over morality. They followed him because he provided endless women, endless food, endless thrill.
In the end, pleasure always won.