The Awakening of the Tyrant

My school days.

"Why are you thinking so deeply?"

"Ah?"

Where am I?

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even realize where I was. I turned my eyes for a moment to survey the room; it was quite luxurious. In front of me stood a woman with golden-dyed hair, though her face looked rather innocent, holding a clipboard and smiling faintly.

"This is Rikka-chan, our administrative assistant~ She’s so cautious she’s practically a coward, and she’s also my sex partner."

"Save the bullshit for the bitch you’ve trained, you piece of trash."

Rikka responded coldly to Takashi’s words. He shrugged his shoulders and whispered as if confiding a secret.

"Believe it or not, she possesses an incredible spell. With that spell, whether it’s you or anyone else, it’ll be hard for anyone to touch us."

"So what? You want me to crawl for you?"

"You catch on quick. Heh heh heh."

Takashi laughed and placed a hand on the shoulder of the Black man sitting next to him—Black Nungar. The guy whose leg I had broken once was snorting, glaring at me as if he wanted to kill me.

"Now. Let’s talk about our contract."

"......"

"What we require is... oh, wait a second. I’ve got a call."

Holding a communication artifact, he nodded at something he heard, then let out a vulgar, leering laugh.

"Good. Well done. Proceed as planned."

You must live a good life.

...Stop saying that.

I know it well enough.

Takashi put down the artifact and said,

"Your role is simple. To clear the main quest, you need to conquer all the young ladies of the Ten Great Families."

"Quest?"

"Yeah. It’s a route that was blocked long ago because it was too difficult, but whether it’s skill or luck, you’re deeply involved with the Ten Great Families, so you should be able to do it, right? There are other things you’ll need to cooperate on, but this is your primary mission."

"Conquer? What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Fuck them."

"......"

"Fuck them and make them your women. Then..."

"Do you think that’s as easy as it sounds? In the first place..."

Takashi’s expression went blank. He approached me and raised his hand.

"Don't dodge."

"What, you fucker?"

"Fuck? Did you say fuck, you goddamn piece of shit? If you dodge, I’ll kill that girl named Rena first. We just caught her."

"......"

SLAP!

I thought he was all muscle, but he actually had some power behind it. Ignoring my stinging cheek, I turned my head, and he struck me again. He repeated it over and over...

You must live a good life.

You must live a good life.

......

......

As I stood there, frozen by the curse repeating in my head like a broken record, Takashi let out a mocking laugh.

"If you were going to lower your eyes anyway, you should’ve done it sooner. Didn't I warn you not to interrupt me? This is your own fault."

"......"

"Hey. I just got an interesting call."

"......"

"Your acquaintances. And your servant. And that red lizard you’ve got hidden away. Our clan members have surrounded them all. We’re about to start the 'work' now."

The lizard I’ve got hidden away? He must mean Prostia. They found her?

"...Work?"

At that word, a certain memory surfaced.

"Hoo. Hoo."

For some reason, Mullin was panting as she passed through the hallway. Dozens of 'Gold Taeyang' members, all of them elites, watched her and moved toward a certain room. That room was located on the outskirts of Pruynar Academy.

The bastards who had somehow infiltrated the school using information obtained by kidnapping, training, and tormenting the women of academy-related personnel were now heading to the most secret place in the academy.

At the same time.

"...Haa."

Rena, the maid girl, was walking down the street with flowers, thinking of her teacher. Beside her, a man wearing rags like a beggar, pushing a cart, glanced sideways and watched her.

This man, who had focused on marking Rena instead of the Gold Taeyang clan members in this capital of Sers, where outsiders usually couldn't enter.

As his hood slipped, the face revealed was that of Knight Mail. He was sweating, swallowing hard, and measuring the timing to kidnap this girl. Once he sent the signal, the Gold Taeyang clan would cleanly kidnap her and 'educate' her. To make her a shackle for Yeodre.

Yeodre’s classroom in the past. Yeodre approached Suyeon, who was being held by the collar.

"Oh~ You came? Your friend died yesterday, but you’re still coming to school?"

"I told you, Gu-han. This bastard has no blood or tears."

"This is fucked up."

Raeband muttered as if spitting out the words.

"What, you asshole? You got a problem? Want to fight?"

"LMAO"

Leaving Kang Gu-han, Shin Jin-pae, and the surrounding thugs behind, he stood in front of Suyeon.

"Dr, Drae-ssi..."

Seen for the first time in weeks, she was bruised in places, and her face was filled with terror. How much abuse had she suffered in the meantime? If one thought about what Seong Si-hyeon and Seo Ye-rin had gone through in that short moment, it must have been like hell. The moment Raeband gritted his teeth, Drae spoke.

"Suyeon."

"Drae-ssi. Sa, save me..."

"Why did you do it?"

"Ye, yes?"

Kang Gu-han froze, and Shin Jin-pae’s eyes widened.

"...What is this bastard saying? Did he take his meds?"

"Are you out of your mind, Yeodre? Want me to send you to your friend?"

"Si-hyeon isn't dead yet; she’s hospitalized. For now, act like the extra minions you are and shut up."

He stopped Kang Gu-han, who was about to flare up. Who? Shin Jin-pae? No. ...Suyeon stopped him. She had reached out her hand in a gesture to stay still.

"...Ugh."

Kang Gu-han groaned, and surprisingly, he backed off readily. Suyeon brushed back her silky hair. A strange, seductive smile hung on her lips.

"Why did you do it?"

Drae asked again.

"Wasn't what you wanted this play itself?"

"...Oh my. Since when did you notice?"

"For starters, it was strange from the moment I thought the photo sent to Han Si-young wouldn't reach me. Is there a need to ask that question? Weren't you planning to reveal it today anyway?"

"Pfft. Ahaha. Kya-hahahahaha!"

Suyeon burst into laughter. The world of memory replayed the photo sent to Han Si-young. A photo of Han Si-young’s boyfriend ejaculating while being stepped on by a woman’s feet. That woman was... Suyeon. Giving the middle finger and smiling brightly, it was undoubtedly Suyeon.

"...What the fuck."

Raeband muttered as if asking what this was, and Suyeon’s laughter erased that muttering.

"Ahaha."

Suyeon laughed and clung to Kang Gu-han as if acting cute, and he, bewildered, grinned and hugged her. The way he kneaded her body with obscene gestures was truly vulgar.

"Yes. I am this kind of slut. Woo-hoo-hoo."

"......"

"Haa. I thought you were a virgin loser, but you’re quick-witted."

"......"

"Why? Are you shocked? You thought I liked you, but actually, I’m a slut? I’ve been with dozens of men. Does it make sense that a woman with my looks wouldn't have men? That’s impossible."

Suyeon giggled and added in a low voice, "Unless it’s a fantasy world."

"I suppose so."

"...I really don't like you."

Suyeon pushed Kang Gu-han away, put her hands behind her back, spun around, and gave a cute smile.

"I’m pretty, right?"

"That you are."

"Yes. That’s why there wasn't anyone who didn't like me. Except for you."

"......"

"You told me your secret before, didn't you? That’s almost true."

It was about mind-reading. Suyeon approached Drae, hugged him, and whispered something in his ear.

"Ah, fuck."

Raeband cursed. So that bitch was the mastermind. Well, if you have mind-reading, you’d know everyone’s personal information. But when did that bitch, who had hidden her whereabouts, meet all those people without Drae knowing?

And what on earth was she whispering to Drae? That question was answered by the narration.

And Suyeon’s voice echoed in the world like narration.

The text swirled around, and Suyeon, having pulled away from Drae, shrugged her shoulders. At the same time, Shin Jin-pae, Kang Gu-han, and a dozen or so thugs surrounded him. They were even holding things like wooden clubs. It was a scene that didn't fit a classroom at all.

"Do you know that?"

"What."

"Yesterday’s assault on Seong Si-hyeon. They say you’re the culprit?"

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Words meant for people to hear. No one believed it. But, they couldn't show that they didn't believe it. It was an obvious play. But if Suyeon said it, it became the truth.

"......"

"Ah. You know, even if it’s not true in reality, it will become so. Your dojo will be burned down soon, too."

"So what satisfies you?"

"Obviously, the ecstasy. The sense of domination. Various emotions will be satisfied, right? So first, I’m going to take everything precious to you and start. Then, even a machine-like person like you will have your emotions waver a little... Ahaha."

Suyeon laughed as if happy.

"Finally, our hearts are connected, Drae. Really. Isn't it great to show your emotions like that?"

"......"

"I’ll give you a special service and tell you the only way to escape from here. Bark like a dog. Then I’ll tell you..."

"Woof."

"...That’s no fun."

Suyeon pouted her lips at his calm response.

'Did I not provoke him enough?'

"I’ll tell you the real way. That way is, become my slave. If you do that, it might be a bit hard in the future, but at least you won't die. Ahaha."

"......"

"Do you think it’s absurd? Well, what can you do. That’s how the world is. You only have two answers: Yes or No~ I’ll advise you kindly, but I don't recommend No."

Suyeon, having revealed her true colors, was overflowing with madness. There was something about her that made even Kang Gu-han and Shin Jin-pae take a step back. It was the charisma of a true ruler who had reigned over people as if it were natural. The status of a special existence with mind-reading—a power that could be called omniscience. Facing the girl queen, for whom everything looked lazy and like a toy, Drae... recalled one thing.

'You must live a good life.'

"Bullshit."

Raeband distorted his face. There’s a limit to being good. This is a pushover idiot. He’s not the vessel of a hero.

Whoever says it, that bitch is an existence that needs to be crushed immediately. But I could understand the feelings of Drae, who was just a high school student...

'You must live a good life.'

'You must live a good life.'

Even if he didn't repeat that he should live a good life, what could he do? If he fought here, he’d just get lynched. That monologue might be an instinct for self-preservation.

"Your answer?"

At Suyeon’s urging, Drae distorted his face for the first time.

'Ahaha. I’m looking forward to it. What emotion will he show? Hatred? Sadness? Or maybe despair?'

"...You said there was something you had to do."

Kaits muttered.

"Hoo."

Raeband let out a deep breath. Now I knew.

Yeodre would probably solve this situation somehow later. Looking at the information that the 'main branch' guys, including Shin Jin-pae, had come to Elynar and that Drae was looking for them, the emotion he was harboring now was closer to anger than fear or despair.

In her estimation, he would probably succeed in making a comeback somehow with Rachel’s help. So. It meant he had no choice but to submit for now. It was obvious. A mind-reader with a massive army. Just looking at that ability, she was a powerhouse worthy of being called a queen. Even excluding her, surrounded by violent men now, what could he do?

The thing he had to do later would be to finish off those who had fled to Elynar without settling the score.

"It pisses me off."

That’s why it was disgusting. That that woman, that those bastards were winning even for a moment. It made me incredibly angry. To the point where I wanted to follow the scholar right now and slaughter them all.

At that moment. The world flowed in slow motion. When I wondered what this was, a voice like thunder rang out.

[You must have seen it all.]

"Tsk."

Raeband clicked her tongue at the voice of the God of Records.

[Raeband. As you thought, Yeodre submits here and succeeds in revenge later.]

So it was like that. The words of this god, who records everything and is omniscient, were unconditionally the truth. The moment I thought I wanted to see the memory of Yeodre taking revenge without needing to see more unpleasant memories, the God of Records continued.

[So there is no need to see this memory...]

"God of Records."

Kaits, who had been watching silently, said.

"Your jokes are clumsy."

"Huh?"

The God of Records is joking? As far as Raeband knew, this mechanical god who valued contracts had never told a lie even once. Truly, not even once...

Let alone a joke?

[Heh heh heh heh heh heh...]

The God of Records laughed. Raeband flinched at the mad laughter of a being of a different level.

[Will you see what’s ahead? I won't say I didn't have the intention to joke. However, Hero. Regressor. Reincarnator. One who refuses death. And my contractor. I acted to tell you not to see this memory for your sake.]

Kaits frowned silently.

[If you continue to see this memory, you will meet an absolute existence you have never met in countless lives and be in tremendous danger. Even so, will you see it?]

"......"

For the God of Records to go this far with threats. What on earth was going to appear? Raeband swallowed hard, and Kaits said nonchalantly.

"I already said I would see it."

[Yes. Good.]

The God of Records laughed.

[Then look. The true value of the one chosen by the godhead of the true peak...]

Flash.

The background turned dark red. While I was flustered by the ominous phenomenon, Drae’s thoughts continued...

'You, good...'

'Dad.'

That voice, which had cut off the voice that would be precious to Drae. Raeband froze at that chilling voice, modulated so no one knew who it was, the voice that said it would be fine if he just killed everyone.

Because that voice was changing into a voice I knew.

Drae opened his mouth.

"Hey. Suyeon."

"Yes?"

"Yes. No. That’s honorifics, right?"

"...? What are you talking about?"

'I. Don't know.'

Drae’s voice and the modulated voice began to resemble each other.

"You’re younger than me, right? Asking me to use honorifics. Shouldn't you say 'Yeah' or 'I don't want to' in casual speech instead of 'Yes' or 'No'?"

Drae’s laughter was friendly and natural to the end.

And. It was evil.

'The world is so fucked up...'

The monologue was ending.

'Why on earth-'

The beings who entered the room designated for Prostia. She felt the presence of someone and grumbled.

"What is it, you damn toy bitch. Because of you..."

She stopped talking. It wasn't a toy bitch. Guys with golden-dyed hair filled the room, looking at her with sinister faces.

"Hello Prostia~~"

"Wow, she’s pretty!"

"She looks fuckable just by looking at her!! It’ll be fucking great if I fuck her because she’ll be tight."

The noble red woman tilted her head.

"What is it?"

Laughter poured out.

"We heard, Prostia. You. You’re in a state where you’ve become incredibly weak, right?"

"Wasn't it 0.1 percent or something while you were fighting with the saint candidate Mullin?"

"So, don't struggle and just follow us, okay? Yeah? I don't want to ruin that pretty face~"

Amidst all kinds of dirty and negative gazes pouring down. The noble red woman said nothing. Instead, she gave a sadistic smile.

At the same time.

Rena was standing blankly in front of a certain shop. It was the shop that sold the snacks her teacher liked. The little girl stared intently at the con-con.

'If I give him these snacks as a gift, will he feel a bit better...'

At that moment. Mail narrowed the distance to her at high speed. His eyes were glistening with some kind of emotion...

'If I just catch this kid, I, too, can succeed.'

A craving for success. And-.

Takashi leered in front of me, and Rikka sipped her black tea.

"Did you understand what I said?"

"......."

So. If I summarize this bastard’s words, it’s to dominate the Ten Great Families to clear the quest. To say something simple in such a dirty, roundabout way. This bastard also has the qualities of an old teacher who only gives long-winded speeches and sermons.

"Do you guys think that’s feasible?"

"Talking back again, you bastard. Just do as you’re told. Be grateful that I’m giving you a chance after you acted like a piece of shit."

"......"

You must live a good life.

Shut up, for a second.

Just because you’re a memory of mine, and you’re not even my real dad, stop popping into my head.

"They’re saying they’ll let you train your acquaintances, right? Or should I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do it?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. Because of the voice repeating in my head...

You must live a good life.

So shut up...

"If you don't like it, well. I’ll just have to bring Rena-chan, Prostia-chan, and all your other acquaintances~"

"......"

What’s with the 'chan' since a while ago. He sounds like a fucking otaku.

You must live good...

No. I said stop it... It’s annoying. Even if I try to stop it, the voice repeats itself at will.

"So, yes or no. Answer properly. Got it?"

I’ve heard that somewhere before. Where was it?

...Ah. That time.

When I talked with Suyeon. Did she tell me to choose between yes or no? Was it because that time was fun that only what I did after the conversation remained in my memory?

'You must live a good life.'

Please. Be quiet. Please, just. It was like that then, too.

Please.

"Answer me, you fucker."

"......"

"You not answering?"

'You must live a good life.'

I stood up abruptly. I couldn't stand it. I grabbed the doorknob and went outside. Because if I didn't, I felt like I wouldn't be able to overcome a certain impulse.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"The bathroom is at the very end of the hallway."

I left the room, leaving the voice behind. I could feel that damn Black guy following me. As soon as I left the room, I heard a scream. These pieces of trash. People suffering because of the Gold Taeyang clan.

'You must live a good life.'

That is to say. Can you please stop?

At that moment, what I saw in my eyes. What was hanging on the wall. A picture frame. The moment I confirmed the beings in that photo with the name 'Main Branch' attached under the frame.

"...Ha."

A hollow laugh came out. You guys again.

You. Good.

Youmustliveagoodlife.

Youyouyouyouyouyouyou.

Youyougoodyouyoulive.

Livegoodyouyouyougoodgood.

Liveagoodlife, you fucking piece of shit.

Ah, everything in my head is a mess, I don't know what’s what. I just want to clear it all. All of it.

So. Therefore.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. Why the hell am I doing this shit, fuck fuck. What about Rena, what about Meyal, what about Prostia, fuck.

You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck. You must live a good life, fuck.

......

......

Dad.

I don't know.

The world is so fucked up, isn't it?

Nothing has changed from before or now. But...

Why on earth-.

Do I have to live a good life?

A question arose. It was a question I had heard once before, and thanks to that question, I felt somewhat refreshed.

Hmm.

I crossed the 'standard'. My head felt like it was clearing up.

Behind me, that nigger bastard called Black Nungar was grinning and cracking his knuckles. The pig bastard in front of me was also grinning... Jang-sung, was it? Anyway, this pig guy is also keeping me in check... I guess he intends to lynch me.

"Hey. Yellow monkey."

"Let me inject some manners into you. Bu-hit."

It was so pathetic. I laughed.

Alright, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for starters.

For the first time in a while, shall I do something fun?

"Don't provoke him too much. Takashi."

"Provoke? Didn't you see that bastard trembling?"

Takashi hadn't seen a pushover once or twice. He was a good-natured person who couldn't move a muscle when his acquaintances were mentioned, even though it was obvious he was in danger. He was a cripple who hadn't killed anyone—no, couldn't kill anyone—while fighting against trash like them.

"I’m getting constant calls on the communicator; I’m not sure about Meichi Love Yarte, but it seems Rena and Prostia will work out somehow."

"Even if only Prostia succeeds, it’s the best harvest, more than enough. But, aren't you going to stop Black Nungar?"

The reason Black Nungar followed Yeodre was to beat him up. In case Drae went on a rampage, they had placed two executives, including Jang-sung, outside, and they were the type to exert their power indoors.

"Need to break his spirit a little."

Rikka sighed at Takashi’s grin. There would be no good in doing this from the start. Whether or not she cared, Takashi’s mind was filled with the beautiful faces and voluptuous bodies of Yeodre’s surrounding women and the young ladies of the Ten Great Families. Once Yeodre conquered them, he would taste them. Yeodre wouldn't dare to resist. Because he would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠execute those he had taken hostage as an example. It was just an optimistic observation, but he believed that if it were him, he could somehow manage it. Just thinking about defiling what would have been his women right in front of Yeodre made his crotch feel stiff already.

"Takashi."

"Ah, alright. You’re nagging so much."

Yeodre must know his situation by now, too.

"He is a beast. He possesses tremendous power. It doesn't hurt to be careful."

"I told you it’s fine. That guy can't kill people. As we investigated, he hasn't killed anyone so far, and I’m sure that guy, having seen him in person, can’t do something like murder."

Takashi grinned.

"This is why it’s comfortable. A pushover idiot who is obsessed with morality and treats murder as a taboo."

"The end of that hopeless story is that he gets revenge on Yeodre later... is that the conclusion?"

Nakamura laughed.

"Even so. I heard Yeodre hasn't killed a person even once so far. If he doesn't die, there’s another chance."

"......"

"What can a person who can't kill others do..."

"Can't kill?"

Shin Jin-pae laughed. That laughter felt like it was submerged in terror, so Nakamura felt goosebumps for some reason. This man, Shin Jin-pae, was also a man Nakamura acknowledged. He had no choice but to acknowledge his skills, whether in martial arts or handling work, but he realized that such a man was genuinely afraid. When Nakamura swallowed dry saliva, feeling the goosebumps on his arms, Shin Jin-pae asked abruptly.

"Who says that?"

"...Huh?"

"Chairman. Did you hear what this idiot is saying? He committed the work without knowing what Yeodre did in the past."

"Calling me an idiot. Director. Your words are too harsh in front of the Chairman."

Vulgar swearing in front of the Chairman, who is like the sky? Nakamura thought this was his chance and pretended to be embarrassed. However, 'Kang Gu-han' turned his back without a word. As if conversation was unnecessary. No, as if it wasn't worth exchanging words. The Chairman, who walked out of the room, didn't even look back. To the bewildered Nakamura, Shin Jin-pae said.

"Yeodre can't kill people?"

"......"

Nakamura swallowed his saliva. What was Shin Jin-pae trying to say?

"He already killed them."

"...He committed... murder?"

"Yeah. That’s right. But, do you know how many he killed?"

"......wha...t...are...you...saying."

Shin Jin-pae’s laughter deepened.

"Do you know if that psycho devil killed hundreds not in Elynar, but in Korea alone?"

"...What did you just say?"

"Ah, ahhhhh..!"

The scholar grabbed Yoon Ha-min’s shoulder and urged him.

"What did you just say...? What??"

"He’s co, coming. That bastard... is coming..."

Yoon Ha-min muttered, trembling, drooling saliva and urine from terror.

"Yeodre is coming..."

THUD!

CRACK!

THUD!

"...Uh."

Raeband groaned. What was that just now. The scenery passed by. The dark red thing covered the field of vision, and consciousness was cut off for a moment. And... the scenery changed a little. It was still the classroom, but the students’ positions were strange. A position that seemed to have stepped back a few steps more than before.

In the previous scenery, what did Yeodre say?

It seemed he said something. Why, should I live a good life...? Was it that?

THUD!

What is that sound? I looked at the source of the sound.

CRACK! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! THUD!

Drae was hitting someone. Who is it? I don't know well. Because that face wasn't just stained with blood, but crushed and mangled, so the shape of the face had already disappeared.

"......"

The memory continued in front of the speechless Raeband.

"Uh."

What is that. That thing in Yeodre’s hand.

...A person?

...A corpse?

Suddenly, I looked around. Several were wriggling under the classmates who had stepped back one step at a time. Kang Gu-han had collapsed, and Shin Jin-pae was leaning against the wall, holding his nose. And... and....

Shin Jin-pae’s nose was completely crushed, and a few teeth were missing. The thugs around him were also sprawled out with one part of their bodies broken. As for Kang Gu-han....

"...In...testines?"

Intestines were squeezing out.

"Huk, hack, huk..."

Kang Gu-han, who was gasping for breath while shedding tears and snot, looked at one man with eyes filled with terror. At Yeodre. No, is it Yeodre? Yeodre is, what is it? What is that. One thing was clear. The appearance of Drae now was too frightening.

Raeband trembled like prey facing a natural enemy.

"Hey. I answered 'No' just now, didn't I? Then, as declared, you have to make me regret it! Suyeon-ahhhhh!"

Joy. Happiness. Pleasure.

Drae looked happier than ever.

CRACK! THUD!

"Keuh, ugh..."

The lump of meat presumed to be Suyeon trembled, making a miserable sound that couldn't even be called a groan. Even so, the impact sound didn't think to stop. While Kaits opened his eyes wide, he, the God of Records, said.

[Now.]

[Behold.]

[The best show!]

And. The chilling modulated voice disappeared, and he, Yeodre, monologued with his real voice.

'Isn't it great if I just kill them all!'

Takashi, who had gone out thinking it would be enough by now, felt a sense of incongruity.

"...What?"

The hallway was somehow dark. And, a strange smell. ...The smell of blood.

In the darkness right in front of Takashi, who had lost his words, someone’s face was visible. Black Nungar. It looked like only his face was floating, so Takashi exhaled, 'Whew,' and stroked his chest.

"Ah, you nigger bastard, you scared me. What..."

"Keuh..."

"Hey..."

Thud.

Black Nungar, who had collapsed, had all his limbs severed. The moment Takashi, who was blinking his eyes, swallowed his breath.

Slither, slither.

A sticky sound of something being dragged... Along with that. Yeodre revealed himself. His face was stained with blood, and a chilling smile accompanied his mouth. And. Takashi’s skill, 'Human Grasp,' was activated.

"...What."

Something. This, list is. Even when looking at a Demon King, such a list didn't come out. What is this. My thinking couldn't keep up with the situation. In the meantime, I discovered what was in Yeodre’s hand.

What was in Yeodre’s hand was Jang-sung. ...’s head. A head drooling saliva and tears from pain and terror. Clearly, he was dead. He killed a person.

"What. You. Person..."

Before he could even say, 'Weren't you unable to kill people?' Takashi’s two eyes flew away. Along with a painful scream, laughter rang out.

"Wahahaha!"

Drae’s laughter was innocent, as if a child’s eyes were sparkling, not fitting the situation at all. And. Now, it was just the beginning of cruelty.