Chapter 69
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: 67. Fragment of the War God (5)
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Faced with her master's betrayal, the contempt and finger-pointing from those around her, the red-haired woman fell into despair. Betrayal, hopelessness, rage, confusion—her chest ached from the overwhelming torrent of emotions, gradually driving her to the brink of mental collapse.
Then, one day, an opportunity came to her. While purging the remnants of the Black God Cult, she stumbled upon an SS-rank core.
Once transformed into a monster, one is fully liberated from the ethics, morals, and beliefs that bound them as a human. The red-haired woman embedded the core into her own chest. In that instant, a new flame ignited in her previously lifeless eyes.
That flame was pure, unadulterated murderous intent toward all the humans who had tormented her up until now.
♪ Two heads burst~
♪ Whose head will burst next~ ♬
At some point, a string of serial killings began bubbling under the surface in Seoul. Witnesses at every crime scene reported hearing a chilling song from a single woman.
Even though they knew who the culprit was, the hunters of that generation couldn't subdue her.
That's right. The perpetrator was the red-haired woman. After becoming a monster, all the scorn she received from people dyed her in malice. She, who had once aspired to become a hunter to protect humanity, had become a brutal murderer roaming and slaughtering people.
This was the extent of the corruption backstory.
Nothing was mentioned about her connections after becoming a monster or whether she was eventually subdued.
It was just some gloomy author—Yoo Eun-ha—writing whatever she pleased, so all it amounted to was this basic setup.
Still, by forcing her to keep killing like this no matter what, it awakened the darkness buried deep inside her.
And right on cue, it was Han Su-ji, who had been receiving all sorts of abuse for being the disciple of a monster. That must have served as the catalyst.
"I have a talent for murder?"
"That's right. That's the kind of woman you are. A hopeless criminal, destined to become one."
In short, you're trash. Right here, I'm flipping the original setting and creating a new one.
"No, you're the one who made me like this, Eun-ha."
"Me? I didn't make you like that. Didn't I stop giving orders midway?"
At my words, she wore a stunned expression.
"Huh?"
"You were killing people because you wanted to, all on your own. Look, this is your face right now."
I held up the hand mirror I had and reflected her image back at her.
Indeed, her face was flushed with ecstasy and relief. Her lips curled into a smirk, cheeks slightly reddened in excitement.
"No way."
"You have to face reality. This fragment awakens your true nature too."
"No, the War God wouldn't want something like that."
The War God probably wouldn't wish for that either. Even he himself had committed crimes in history and regretted them. He wouldn't want to see Han Su-ji fall into becoming a pleasure killer.
"That's why I'm here."
"What?"
"You need someone to control, restrain, and dominate that filthy, ugly, brutal nature of yours."
And that someone is me.
It's not a lie. Once she becomes a predator reveling in murder after monsterfication, I'll support her mentally.
"Is that why you told me to kill people?"
"Yeah."
Yes. It was a sudden acceleration, but this place—where she could kill freely—was the perfect spot to corrupt Han Su-ji.
Monsterfied and fallen Han Su-ji prefers spears but loves cleaving heads with an axe.
Honestly, our tastes align there.
Nothing beats a sword for wrapping in white flames, but for smashing heads, it's the axe.
"So you're telling me to become a murderer from now on?"
"You're a bitch who can't do anything on her own. So follow me. You even need my permission to kill someone."
"Ugh."
Normally, she'd give an ambiguous look, like questioning why she'd ever need such permission, or reflexively get annoyed. But right now, she was truly, deeply...
"Why, do you want to kill more? If you say you want to, I can permit it. Be honest. I want you to show me your true self."
"You won't be disappointed?"
"Nope."
Now, would she give the answer this evil dragon desires?
"I want to kill. I want to kill people who scream and beg for their lives. I want to kill children in front of their parents, wives in front of their husbands."
Exactly.
Just that answer alone made me feel a dampness in my panties. The scene of an innocent girl turning into a pleasure killer reveling in murder.
Of course, it happened faster than expected.
This wasn't gradual progression; because I wished it, she hypnotized herself into it.
Before she knew it, Han Su-ji saw me as her master. If I said white was black, she'd believe it.
If I declared her a pleasure killer, she'd brainwash herself into one and become a pervert who enjoys killing.
If I called her a dumb idiot here, she'd keep playing the fool.
"So cute. It's the first time you've made me wet for you."
"Then..."
"Go kill them all as you please, come back reeking of blood, and I'll rub you down. I'll pamper you."
At my words, a broad grin spread across Han Su-ji's face.
"Where should I go?"
"Wan'anbu will be overflowing with people. I'll specially permit it."
Cheok Jun-kyung, the Samyoari of the Jurchen tribe, is probably in Wan'anbu. Killing him and subduing the Jurchens would be his goal.
I can't wait to see how Han Su-ji performs.
Side: Han Su-ji
Yoo Eun-ha said she believes in me.
I'm a hopelessly ugly, filthy, cruel human.
A trash who gets sexual pleasure from killing people. And yet Yoo Eun-ha believes in me like this. She'll keep me by her side.
I never imagined I'd have such instincts. Instincts fit for any villain.
As long as she permits it, I can indulge freely. Not like that trash master Kim Jae-su—Eun-ha truly sees the real me. With her, everything's possible.
Finally, I arrived at Wan'anbu.
"W-Who the hell are you, bitch?"
"Ahahaha. What're you saying?"
Slash!
I swung my spear and severed his neck.
"Judging by the armor... G-Goryeo scum? A lone Goryeo making it here?"
"S-Swarm her! Kill her!"
"Heeheeheehee. One, two, three, four. So many to kill."
After the Great Cataclysm, to ability users born with mana, ordinary humans were no more than puppies.
The gap widens even more if the human wields a weapon decently. These are just prey for venting my lust.
"Roughly dozens at a glance. No, including those in the back, hundreds maybe?"
How many necks can I sever? My thighs are already getting wet.
Eun-ha likes wet genitals, right? By the time I kill them all, I'll be soaked.
Come to think of it, there's a skill from the War God.
A skill to slice through swarming enemies in one go.
[War God Frenzy]
Hundreds of necks severed in an instant!
Spurt!
In a flash, hundreds of heads fell, and the beasts called Jurchens sprayed blood from their severed necks everywhere.
"Kill that filthy Goryeo bitch who murdered our brothers and families!"
As expected of the enemy stronghold. Enraged Jurchens charged again.
Before entering Wan'anbu, Eun-ha gave me an axe too. She said smashing human heads with it feels amazing.
I pulled the axe from my sleeve.
"Die, Goryeo bitch! Vengeance for our families!"
Splat!
I burst the heads of the charging Jurchens one by one.
♪ Two heads burst~
♪ Whose head will burst next~ ♬
Some fools dared charge me without knowing their place, but once their heads split, they went silent.
Skulls cracking open, brains spilling out, eyeballs rolling down—it sent shivers up my spine to my brain, wetting me below.
I want to masturbate.
"Can I... do a little now?"
No more beasts charging anyway. Just a bit—I fondled my nipples and rubbed my clit.
Eun-ha was right. I'm a proper psycho bitch. Maybe villains suit me better.
"Masturbating with bloodied hands while watching corpses leak brains—feels the best!"
The War God bathed in the blood of enemy leaders, they say.
Was it this feeling? Thinking he might've done this in front of corpses is kinda funny.
Then I sensed a presence.
"W-What the hell happened here? How did a G-Goryeo bitch get this far? More importantly, did you kill all these?"
"Who are you?"
Not an extra—someone with a slightly distinctive look.
"I'm the Samyoari! I rushed here hearing some mad bitch was slaughtering our brothers, but you're just a kid!"
Samyoari, huh. No idea who that is. Eun-ha said he was important, but I don't know his exact role.
Ah, I think he's the strongest in the Jurchen tribe.
Then I can kill him, right? That'll satisfy me and Eun-ha.
This guy's speaking my language too. Knows Goryeo tongue even in these times?
"Yeah, you speak it. You strong?"
His build is burly, like the War God. His aura feels similar too.
"Strong enough to avenge our brothers against the likes of you!"
"Really? You've already seen me masturbate anyway, and I wasn't planning to let you live."
Having seen me naked and pleasuring myself, he can't live. I want only Eun-ha to see that.
So, die.
The one called Samyoari swung his crescent blade.
I drew the Flame Spear to counter.
Eun-ha always said it: Don't hold back. Use your full power to toy with them, then crush them in utter despair at the end.
Clang!
Crack!
Samyoari's crescent blade shattered in one blow.
His eyes shook. He'd just boasted of vengeance, only to deny his own words.
"W-What... Where does this power come from?"
Finally grasping the situation, the Samyoari's face paled.
I like that face. Now I get why Eun-ha always toys with her enemies.
"I told you—I wasn't planning to let you live. I'm killing everyone here, up to your leader."
"You won't lay a finger on the Chief!"
"Really?"
Splat!
This time, I smashed his shoulder—not slicing, but pulverizing it with the spear shaft.
Great impact feel. If Eun-ha permits, I'll use this often.
"Gaaahhh!"
Holding his shattered shoulder, wailing in agony—it was so satisfying. How can watching someone suffer feel this good?
"For someone so tough, your shoulder shattered way too easily, didn't it?"
"What kind of wench has this much strength! N-No!"
Right on the brink of death, fear kicked in. He flailed with one hand. Yes, that's the look I wanted. Begging for life excites me.
"What's in your head, I wonder?"
I swung the axe in my right hand down on the Samyoari's head with all my might.
Splorch!
"What, just the same old brains after all."
The Samyoari's brains were nothing special.