Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: University Invisibility
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Transparency...
A skill whose name alone was enough to get anyone's heart racing.
The skill every guy had dreamed of at least once.
Transparency = women's bathhouse. The equation just came naturally.
But looking at this woman's skill, it wasn't quite that omnipotent.
Or maybe it depended on how you used it.
Anyway, this was the first time I'd seen someone with a transparency skill, so I needed to note down what I could.
That way, if I ever got hit with it later, I'd at least know how to respond.
First off, the interesting part was that when she went transparent, anything touching her body went transparent too.
In typical invisibility or invisible man setups, there were two types.
One where clothes or items you wore or carried became invisible too, and one where only the body did.
The latter often led to stripping naked to go full invisible, for obvious reasons.
Anyway, hers was the former type, and what I was curious about was the range.
When I'd touched her, my body stayed perfectly visible.
So it wasn't like everything that touched became transparent.
The most plausible explanation was that when she activated the skill, everything in contact with her body at that moment went transparent too.
But what if I was touching her when she turned invisible? Would I go invisible as well?
Nah, that'd be way too overpowered.
Or maybe only things she consciously focused on? Hmm, that had some credibility too.
Curious as I was, I reached out and touched the area where her hair was.
I felt the soft strands brush against my fingers, then stuck a piece of duct tape to her head.
If the tape vanished with her, then anything attached to her body went invisible on activation.
If it stayed, then only consciously targeted things did.
Hmm... anything else?
As I pondered, I realized the Chinese bastards' sleep time was almost up.
With their eyes and mouths sealed and bodies fully restrained, there weren't any real issues.
I didn't speak their language anyway, so questioning them was pointless.
Not that I wanted to. I just wanted to exterminate them outright, but I was keeping them alive for her sake.
"[Gibberish]#[Gibberish]$!$$"
"[Gibberish][Gibberish][Gibberish]$"
The two Chinese woke up, but all that came out were muffled, incomprehensible grunts.
"Shut up!"
They'd get that much, at least.
I muttered low and kicked their backs.
"[Gibberish]%@#%@#%#@%"
"@#[Gibberish]%@#%"
Ah... they got even louder.
I really just wanted to kill them right then.
The woman had one minute left. Funny how I could still track her sleep timer even when she was invisible.
"Mm."
"Hey. You're awake? Hurry up and kill those Chinese bastards."
"You! What the hell did you do to me?!"
"Nothing, that's why I'm telling you to get up and kill those Chinese bastards. They're annoying as fuck."
"Untie me first!"
"Show yourself first!"
"Oh? Right. Release."
Her form reappeared, naked as the day she was born once more.
She blushed as I stared.
"Don't stare so openly."
"How do you know I'm looking when your eyes are covered? And I have to see you to untie you!"
She fell silent.
I picked up the machete and cut the bindings on her arms and legs.
Once I actually freed her, she peeled the tape off her eyes.
Then she gathered her panties from her mouth and the scattered clothes around, hurriedly putting them on.
"Hoo."
"Want me to lend you the knife?"
As long as it wasn't instant death or restraint from a skill, I had the edge while they were asleep, so I could afford to act casual.
She gave me a weird look at my attitude.
"You sure? Just handing over your weapon like that?"
"Yeah. I could take you no problem."
"Really?"
"Just don't repay my kindness with betrayal."
"Hmph. Don't worry. I'm grateful."
Great body, pretty face, but her personality was total tomboy.
Anyone would think she'd been a guy turned girl.
"Here."
I handed her the machete, and she took it, stepping right up to the Chinese bastards.
"Do whatever, but don't remove the tape over their mouths. Their skills are a pain."
"You're awfully practiced at this? The duct tape and handling these guys."
"World's gone to shit. Gotta get used to it, right?"
She nodded in agreement.
Then she raised the machete and jabbed at one Chinese bastard's finger.
"[Gibberish][Gibberish]%[Gibberish]%!%"
"Huh. Doesn't cut. In movies, fingers slice right off."
"Urgh... no mercy kill, huh?"
"You fucking guys wouldn't get it. How horrifying it is to get raped?"
Hmm... no comeback to that. Better stay quiet.
"Fuck! You bastards! Chink shits! In someone else's country! Fucking around! You dog bastards!"
She swung the machete wildly at the exposed parts of the taped-up Chinese, cursing with each strike.
The blade was sharp enough, but her strength wasn't great, so no deep wounds.
Still, the cuts and gashes made them writhe in agony.
As wounds multiplied, they twisted nonstop in pain.
"You're focusing too much on one. Do the other guy too."
"Yeah. He was getting all the fun."
No matter how I looked at her, she was a guy on the inside.
She talked just like one of the boys.
"You too! Die! You fuck! Chink! Bastards!"
The physics lab turned into a blood-soaked slasher flick in seconds.
Her wiping blood splatter from her face with the machete hand was eerily chilling.
"What's your name?"
"Why?"
"Why? We met like this—might as well exchange names, right?"
Fuck... what was with my cheesy 90s drama lines?
"Yeah. Fair. Lee Da-bin. You?"
"Kwon Sung-cheol."
"Twenty-six?"
"Hey, you... do I look that old?"
"Huh? I was lowballing."
"Hey. Gimme the machete."
"Fine. Twenty-five."
"Hand it over."
"Really? Twenty-four?"
"Sigh. And you?"
"Twenty-six?"
"Ah... so this is what it feels like. Sorry. Twenty-four. Same age. You go here?"
"Why else would I be here?"
"Could've come scavenging even if you didn't."
Da-bin chatted casually with me while prodding and cutting wounds into the Chinese with the machete.
They'd gone quiet now, blood pooling beneath them.
"Yeah, I was going here."
"Figured. Me too."
"Engineering?"
"Nah. Social Sciences."
"Oh? I'm Engineering."
"Here?"
"Yep."
"That's why you came? Saved my ass too."
Suddenly, one Chinese bastard glowed and vanished.
A golden pouch lay where he'd died.
"Fuck. Died already. Want the coin?"
"Nah. Killer takes it."
"You saved me."
"That's separate."
"Oho... Kwon Sung-cheol wants a different reward?"
"Whatever. Hurry up and finish them. Blood stinks."
"Fine."
Da-bin gripped the machete two-handed and brought it down on the last one.
He glowed and vanished, taking the lab's blood stench with him.
"Done."
She flipped the machete backward and offered it to me.
"Polite. But don't do it like that. You'll cut yourself."
"Oh? Didn't know."
She handed it over naturally, then went to her backpack, picking up and repacking the mess the Chinese had made of her stuff.
For someone who'd nearly been raped and worse, and just killed two men, she seemed remarkably composed.
But it was just surface level... no way her insides were fine.
Still, among the women I'd seen, she seemed the toughest.
"What should I give Kwon Sung-cheol as thanks?"
Da-bin finished packing and looked at me.
"What can you offer?"
"Dunno. My body?"
She said it while groping her chest at me.
Yeah... definitely not a normal girl.
That was the sane reaction in this ruined world.
"Pass."
"Why? Not tempted?"
"You a girl? You just got assaulted. And that comes out easy?"
"Fucking hell. I'm alive, aren't I? Gotta cry over a rape?"
"Love the mindset. But pass. Not saying you're unattractive."
"Hng. Why? Don't wanna stick it where those Chink bastards came?"
"Agh. Watch your mouth... Hey. I get how you feel. Calm down. Like you said, you're alive. So chill. I don't know your real personality, so I can't say much, but you're overdoing it now. Just calm down, okay?"
She stood still at my words, then turned her head away.
The dark back of the lab hid it well, but her eyes looked red.
"Sorry."
"Forget sorry. If you wanna repay me, answer my questions."
"What?"
"You know Se-hee?"
