The Ocean's Fury (2)
The Blessing of the Ocean was a skill I obtained after hunting the 10th-floor boss monster, the Wounded Merfolk Warrior.
It granted a positive correction to any action related to water.
I had never properly used this skill before.
I would have to have the chance to use it first.
That was why I had been looking forward to it ever since the 31st floor.
The 31st floor had a beach as its background, so I figured there would be plenty of ways to put it to use.
I didn't expect the stage to be set up quite like this, though…
Seong Jaeyun shoved my head down.
The sensation of having my face forced into a waste drum filled with water was incomparably fucking awful.
The pitch-black water wrapped around my face, flooding my nostrils and ear canals. Fuck.
I can breathe?
Something sprouted along my cheeks.
Gills—the respiratory organs that let fish be fish.
When I took water into my mouth, the gills absorbed the oxygen.
From the mouth into the throat, from the throat to the gills.
The water inside the waste drum circulated.
…This is actually comfortable?
I had lived all twenty-four years of my life on land.
So I couldn't help feeling an instinctive emotional rejection toward an aquatic environment.
That was all it was.
When I took off the tinted glasses and truly looked at the water, an entirely new world unfolded.
To me, who had obtained the Blessing of the Ocean, water was like a second homeland.
It felt exactly like the rush of ecstasy I experienced the first time I stepped onto the station platform in my hometown during my consolation leave as a new recruit.
A life without restraint.
The freedom to breathe as I pleased.
I could breathe underwater.
Enduring for thirteen hours was a piece of cake.
But lasting thirteen hours doesn't mean the game is over.
Seong Jaeyun, leader of the Haetae Guild's 3rd Strike Team, had proposed a truly fucked-up bet called the Loyalty Game.
The terms were that if I wanted to save every member of the Cheongryong Guild, I had to endure twelve hours without being allowed to breathe.
What was the essence of a bet?
Both sides agreed on conditions, competed, and the loser paid the price.
The reason verbal contracts like this could even be established was the underlying trust that the other party would honor the agreement.
Would Seong Jaeyun actually keep his word?
Absolutely not.
I have to assume he won't keep it.
They had done all this while wearing the Haetae Guild's name.
That meant they had no intention of letting anything that happened here leak outside.
From the Haetae Guild's perspective, the conclusion was already decided.
They would kill Park Seonwoo and the entire Cheongryong Guild.
The B-rank hunters, including Seong Jaeyun, were thoroughly enjoying the process.
Truly playing with us like toys…
You think I'll go down that easily?
The Haetae Guild's lackeys had begun to move.
They were the ones who worshipped Yi Haewan like a god.
Idiots like that wouldn't do anything that might harm the Haetae Guild.
It was reasonable to assume Yi Haewan was involved.
Even if they didn't know it, the master of the Haetae Guild had a clear motive.
A reason to want me dead.
My relationship with Han Sora.
A filthy, sordid love triangle.
Han Sora had said she wasn't in that kind of relationship with him, so why the hell was Yi Haewan doing all this?
I couldn't understand the behavioral patterns of that incel bastard.
Haewan, hyung is going to show you hell.
Anyway, we were going to die.
No matter how long I held out, they had no intention of letting us live.
This will also help me hide my skills.
The rainbow asshole spectacle from Park Seonwoo that even Choi Daeun hates is now beginning.
A total of twelve members of the Cheongryong Guild had entered the 20th floor of the Tower while attached to the Haetae Guild's 3rd Strike Team.
Including Guild Master Yi Cheongryong, there were twelve people.
Yi Cheongryong, the Cheongryong Guild's only B-rank hunter, had both arms severed.
He was in no condition to fight.
Yet his willpower surpassed that of most hunters.
…Those sons of bitches, those sons of bitches…!
His precious daughter had been toyed with by those bastards.
The fact that he had failed to protect her as a father was tearing Yi Cheongryong's heart apart.
Yi Seung-a's body reeked of semen.
Having faced multiple B-rank hunters with her stats sealed by the Lute-Shaped Bronze Dagger, there was no way her body could have remained intact.
Yi Seung-a lay collapsed on the cold floor, shivering violently.
Splash, splash—!
From the waste drum, Park Seonwoo was thrashing wildly.
He flailed as if holding his breath was unbearable.
The Haetae Guild hunters kept forcing his head underwater.
They laughed among themselves, clearly enjoying the water torture.
The Cheongryong Guild members trembled as they watched.
While Park Seonwoo had been unconscious, each of them had already suffered the same treatment once or twice.
"Tsk, now I'm in the mood to fuck."
One of the Haetae Guild hunters nudged the fallen Yi Seung-a with his foot.
Then he pointed at one of the guild's long-range dealers and spoke.
"Hey, pig bitch. Come wash this hole."
At the derogatory term "pig bitch," every head in the Cheongryong Guild turned.
In their sight was a single woman cowering in the corner.
Thanks to the merciless violence, her already unattractive face was even more ruined.
"Pig bitch, you not answering?"
"Y-yes…!"
"Wash her hole."
"……."
The Haetae Guild hunter had deliberately given her the task.
There was no deeper meaning behind it.
They had passed her around and made her filthy, but they still refused to let any of the Cheongryong Guild men touch her.
That was unacceptable.
So they called on a female hunter of the same sex.
An ugly sow that didn't even inspire the thought of fucking her. In the eyes of the Haetae Guild hunters, she truly looked like a beast.
"…U-understood."
The woman stood up.
Yun Jeonghui, a hunter who had joined the Cheongryong Guild with nothing but her raw firepower.
Yun Jeonghui carried the semen-covered Yi Seung-a on her back and headed for the bathroom.
The bathroom the 3rd Strike Team had set up.
She washed Yi Seung-a's body there.
"…I'll do it."
Neither of them spoke.
They weren't close, so there was nothing to say.
Yi Seung-a had practically lost her mind.
She couldn't even worry about whether she would survive.
When would this horrific gang rape finally end…?
Yi Seung-a and Yun Jeonghui returned to the sealed room.
They couldn't even consider escaping.
With their hunter powers sealed and reduced to ordinary civilians, any attempt to run would only bring immediate death.
Splash, splash—!
The torture was still continuing inside the room.
The Haetae Guild hunters surrounding Park Seonwoo mocked his desperate struggles in their own ways.
The hunter who had ordered Yun Jeonghui to wash Yi Seung-a strode forward.
Having become an ordinary person again, Yun Jeonghui once more felt the terror of men she had forgotten since her awakening.
"You washed it properly, right?"
As he spoke, the man shoved his finger into Yi Seung-a's pussy.
"Aaaack…!"
Her insides were dry.
At the sudden intrusion, Yi Seung-a screamed in pain.
He pushed his finger in as deep as it would go.
The man frowned as he scraped out the semen clinging to his fingertip.
"Ah, fuck."
Semen had come off onto the man's hand.
Now thoroughly pissed off, he clenched his fist and spoke to Yun Jeonghui.
"Brace your stomach. Unless you want it to burst."
Grinding his teeth, the man swung his fist with full force.
He slammed it into the thick layer of visceral fat on Yun Jeonghui's belly.
"Keuhup…!"
With a single blow, Yun Jeonghui collapsed.
She couldn't hold onto consciousness and fainted.
Yun Jeonghui's massive body toppled over.
BOOM—!
At that exact moment, the waste drum exploded.
The Haetae Guild members who had been spitting around Park Seonwoo were sent rolling across the floor.
Fragments of the drum scattered in every direction.
The pitch-black water splashed and soaked the ground.
Park Seonwoo was still kneeling.
Still bound by the handcuffs and shackles that partially sealed his stats.
"What the fuck!"
Seong Jaeyun, who had fallen, shot back to his feet.
He walked over to Park Seonwoo and kicked him.
CRACK—!
"……!?"
It broke.
Seong Jaeyun's leg had broken.
Simply from kicking Park Seonwoo, his calf bone had shattered.
"Aaaargh!"
"Captain!"
A supporter from the Haetae Guild cast a recovery skill on Seong Jaeyun.
A pale green healing light wrapped around his body.
What the hell just happened?
What? What the fuck? Why did that bastard's body suddenly get so hard!?
It felt like he had kicked a wall.
No, something even harder than a wall.
…An S-rank hunter….
The 3rd Strike Team of the Haetae Guild were hunters personally recruited and raised by Yi Haewan.
Whenever he had time, Yi Haewan had sparred with them in near-real combat.
Ever since before they reached B-rank.
Through those sessions they had painfully realized the gap between themselves and an S-rank hunter.
Seong Jaeyun was feeling that same gap from Park Seonwoo right now.
Clank, clank—.
"…A man must take responsibility for a virgin."
Muttering to himself, Park Seonwoo rose to his feet.
An indescribable aura flowed from his slow, deliberate movements.
The B-rank hunters of the Haetae Guild swallowed hard.
Overwhelmed by Park Seonwoo's presence, they couldn't move a muscle.
"What was her name again? I can't quite remember."
Park Seonwoo liked pretty women too.
There was no man in this world who liked ugly women.
Ugly, fat women were loved even less.
"…Date me for today only, you fucking pig bitch."
But in this moment, it seemed perfectly fine to fall in love.
Clank, clank—.
Crack—!
Park Seonwoo flexed his arms and tore the handcuffs apart.
The restraints that even Seong Jaeyun couldn't undo shattered so easily.
"All you bastards who touched my girlfriend, stay right where you are."
After smashing the shackles as well, Park Seonwoo glared at the Haetae Guild members.