Awakening Amid Carnage
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The crushing pressure bearing down on her entire body drew an involuntary scream from her lips.
“Ughhh...!”
Her mind felt plunged into an endless black sea, adrift like a sailboat lost on the open ocean. Fierce waves surged violently, threatening to swallow Jang Hana's consciousness whole.
She had to open her eyes. Her instincts screamed it at her. But her body was far too exhausted to heed that primal command.
I have to open my eyes...!
Recalling her dire situation, Jang Hana desperately fought to regain her senses. She'd heard endlessly during training at the academy how dangerous it was to lose consciousness inside a dungeon. They even drilled them on techniques to quickly snap back to awareness.
Jang Hana checked the mana left in her body. Even a handful would do. Having lost most control over her flesh, paradoxically, the mana dwelling within felt clearer than ever.
Mana... there's more left than I thought!
Jang Hana desperately gathered her mana. It was emergency first aid to jolt her awake—forcing circulation through her body to restore consciousness.
A misstep could cause severe internal injuries, so it was a last-resort measure. To her, this was the last resort. If not now, then when?
The mana in her body began to circulate slowly at her will. Jang Hana felt a tingling sensation returning to her fingertips and toes. The mana flow was gradually rousing her unresponsive flesh.
“Ugh! This feeling down there...”
As sensation returned to her body, so did the awareness between her legs. Jang Hana recoiled at the itchy tickle in her groin. Memories of just before she blacked out flooded back.
Those bastards...!
The vile faces of those beastly Demonic scum were seared deep into her mind. The sensation nagging at her crotch now was undoubtedly their doing.
Jang Hana wanted to sob from rage and humiliation. But she lacked even the strength for tears. Had she ever felt this powerless? Had the world ever seemed this cursed? It was as if something inside her heart shattered.
As bodily sensation normalized, the odd itch in her groin grew sharper, undeniable. No mistaking it—someone had done something vile to her body.
“Ughhh!”
Finally, feeling returned to her entire body. Swallowing tears, Jang Hana forced herself upright.
Her muscles screamed in protest, but she ignored them, pushing her body to its limits. Her blurred, distorted vision sharpened. The cold cave ceiling came into focus.
“Ugh...!”
She scanned her surroundings first. But the scene unfolding around her was nothing like what she'd imagined.
“Huh...?”
The Demonic bastards she'd assumed had raped her lay scattered everywhere. Not just sprawled—they were all in horrific states.
“What...?”
The man who'd first tried to rape her clutched his groin, collapsed. Blood poured from his grasp, and his severed manhood lay before him, telling the tale clearly. Jang Hana nearly vomited.
“Urk...!”
Turning her gaze, she saw the others. Castrated ones were the lucky ones; all were in critical condition, barely clinging to life.
Han Siyoung, Do Byeongseok's party's healer, had been butchered head to toe. His wounds spiderwebbed like cracks. Both arms severed at the shoulders, legs pulverized like they'd been smashed with a hammer. Worse than An Jiho's emasculation, if anything.
But Sim Chunsik was the worst. Jang Hana couldn't help gasping. It wasn't even human anymore—just vomit-like chunks vaguely humanoid. Without his clothes, she might not have recognized it. Like ground beef hammered flat, top and bottom indistinguishable.
“......”
The gruesome sight overwhelmed Jang Hana; she could barely breathe. Those men getting their comeuppance was satisfying, sure. But this carnage far exceeded any revenge she'd envisioned.
Trickle...
Jang Hana couldn't hold it; she pissed herself. The acrid stench soaked her pants.
“Ahhh...”
Suddenly, she noticed something odd. If those men ended up like that, didn't that mean they failed to rape her? So what was this nagging sensation down there? Jang Hana looked between her legs.
Her pants and panties were shredded. Her lower half fully exposed, labia softly parted.
From her openly splayed crotch, thick white semen dripped steadily. Mixing with the piss she'd just let out, it created a revolting scene beyond words. She finally retched.
“Urkk!”
She realized—or rather, confirmed—she'd been raped. Before those men got their brutal payback.
Viewing them now, the grotesque horror suddenly felt cathartic. Unbearable rage surged toward them.
“Raaah!”
She snatched a sword from nearby. An Jiho's head, clutching his severed groin in agony, sliced clean off. His detached face twisted in demonic pain.
“Die! Die! Die!”
Jang Hana stomped his face into the ground. A dungeon hunter's strength crushed the skull like a watermelon.
An Jiho's cranium shattered, eyes popped, brains oozed. Yet the grotesque sight didn't sate her fury.
She stomped until his head was pulp. Nearly five minutes pulverizing An Jiho's skull, Jang Hana's bloodshot eyes rolled wildly, seeking Kim Seonwook.
“Seonwook! Seonwook!”
Kim Seonwook lay collapsed farther off. Jang Hana rushed to him. Blood from his head had crusted hard.
She pulled potions from his backpack. Applied trauma salve to his wounds, fed him a recovery potion.
“Ugh...!”
A faint groan escaped Kim Seonwook's lips. He came to far quicker than expected, eyes slitting open soon after.
“Hana...!”
“Thank God! Seonwook! You're awake!?”
“Yeah... head hurts a bit. Haha...”
“How many fingers!?”
Jang Hana wiggled her fingers to check his state. No severe concussion, thankfully.
Healers lagged in physical prowess compared to other classes, but Kim Seonwook was still a dungeon hunter. His body was tough.
“Feeling better now. Ngh... still a headache, though. What happened anyway?”
With Jang Hana's help, he struggled upright. Memories of the moments before blackout resurfaced: getting one-sidedly pummeled by Demonic foes, collapsing helplessly.
Even as a man, unable to resist, taken down pathetically. Shame burned in Kim Seonwook. But seeing Jang Hana now, it seemed she'd somehow repelled the Demonic scum.
“I... I don't really know either.”
Jang Hana fidgeted anxiously. It was the truth; she'd only just woken.
“Then let's check around first... Huh? H-Hana...”
Kim Seonwook's eyes fell on Jang Hana's lower body. The marks were glaringly obvious.
White fluid trickling from her slightly parted labia, dried semen clinging to curly pubes, stark handprints on pale thighs. His face paled.
“Ah... Seonwook...”
Jang Hana's mind blanked too. So focused on reviving him, she'd forgotten her pants.
Kim Seonwook's face hardened; he bowed his head, biting his lip. Rage etched his features—clearly self-directed, for failing to protect her.
“Raaah!”
He punched the cave wall madly. No melee specialist, just a healer, no mana reinforcement—skin split, blood flowed. He howled in frenzy.
“Raaah! Because of me...! Because of me...!”
“S-Seonwook! Snap out of it! It's not your fault!”
“Raaah!”
He raged harder than the victim herself. Jang Hana had never seen him like this.
His fists battered the wall relentlessly; all ten fingers seemed broken. Yet fury unabated—madness gleamed in bloodshot eyes.
Kim Seonwook scanned around. His gaze locked on the men who'd tried to rape Jang Hana.
He lunged at scarred Han Siyoung, smashing already-dead face with broken fists.
Jang Hana's blood boiled. Like watching herself moments ago. Gratitude swelled for her boyfriend's empathy—yet inexplicable disgust rose too.
She instinctively knew its source: contempt for her powerless boyfriend.
Healers were rarer than dealers. In dungeon hunter hierarchy, Kim Seonwook outranked Jang Hana.
Yet physically feeble. She'd never seen it as a flaw before—natural order. But now, it grated.
A man who can't protect even one woman...
She startled at the thought, loathing herself. What was wrong with her?
“Nice boyfriend you've got. Looks just like you earlier. Match made in heaven.”
Familiar voice from behind.
Jang Hana whipped around like hearing a ghost. The speaker grinned at frenzied Kim Seonwook: Baek Jaesung.
“You...”
Seeing Baek Jaesung, the puzzle clicked. He'd surely mutilated those Demonic bastards. Woman's intuition.
The thought overlaid Jaesung and Seonwook starkly. One: impotent male fainted protecting no one. Other: stud flaunting power, surrounded by beauties. Both healers.
Jang Hana shook her head before thoughts deepened.
Am I crazy...? What am I thinking...?
Jaesung approached Kim Seonwook, still pummeling dead Han Siyoung. He stopped him.
“Seonwook. He's already dead.”
“Ughhh! Raaah!”
Kim Seonwook flailed like a glitching machine. Jaesung subdued him effortlessly.
“Let go! Fuck! Let me go!”
“Cool your head first.”
Jaesung held the raging man steady. All Kim Seonwook could do was scream.
Watching her boyfriend pinned helplessly, Jang Hana again noted his frailty. Hard to believe same class as Jaesung.
After over ten minutes of futile thrashing, Kim Seonwook exhausted himself. Jaesung released him.
“Let me explain. The guys we ran into? Demonic party, looks like. Obvious from this mess. Their leader, Do Byeongseok, even tried to PK me.”
Jaesung pointed. A wall with a gaping hole.
“Ah! That noise we heard—was that you fighting, Jaesung?”
“Probably. Took out Do Byeongseok first, then came here. Figured they'd target your group. Good thing I went aggressive. Any later and...”
Jaesung glanced at Jang Hana. Eyes met; he smirked. From that smile, she knew: not Demonic scum, but him had claimed her. Immense relief washed over.
...Relief about what?
Logically, Jaesung's deed differed little from Demonic rapists. Yet she couldn't shake the solace.
Not just relief it was him—not relief, but glad it was him. Last night's heavenly pleasure? Or was she just a whore at heart? Jang Hana couldn't fathom her tangled heart.
“C-Could you look away a sec!? H-Hana. Take my pants!”
Kim Seonwook desperately tried shielding his violated girlfriend, but Jang Hana ignored him entirely.