Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Dormitory
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I rushed toward the source of the noise and found one Chinese bastard gripping a woman's wrist, yelling at her.
"Yelling in Chinese!"
"Kyaaah!"
I quickly put the guy to sleep first, but the woman was still screaming her head off.
I bolted over and clamped my hand over her mouth.
"Quiet! Shut your damn mouth!"
"Mmmph!"
Even with her mouth covered, she kept trying to scream, so I knocked her out too. Then I grabbed the machete and smashed it straight into the Chinese bastard's head right there by the door.
They must've heard the screams from that Chinese fuck and the woman, so more would show up any second. I dragged the limp woman deeper into the room.
"Whew."
That took care of immediate threats. Now just wait for the Chinese bastards to come.
Thud thud thud thud.
Loud footsteps pounding and shouts echoing.
What the hell? If they knew something was up, why charge in so noisily? Should've snuck around quietly.
Do they even have brains? Nah... of course not.
The Chinese guys who reached my floor finally shut their mouths and crept along, checking rooms one by one, footsteps muffled.
Pointless effort, but I slipped the mirror out just a bit.
"Yelling in Chinese!"
Shit. They spotted the mirror? Sudden screams and charging footsteps.
I took a deep breath, leaned out, and put the onrushing bastard to sleep.
He dropped right there mid-stride.
But the impact from falling jolted him awake, and he started scrambling up.
My skill hit faster though—he passed out cold again. I swung the machete quick.
The machete took the Chinese bastard down for good.
And there I stood, frozen solid.
Fuck? What the hell? Body won't move?
Head won't turn, no strength in my fingers, arms, legs—nothing. Couldn't budge a damn thing.
Only my eyeballs worked, barely.
As I scanned my state like that, my body started tipping over slow.
Thud.
Ugh... hurts. Hurts like hell.
But I felt the pain clear as day and still couldn't move.
What is this? Petrification? Nah, doesn't feel like it. Petrification turns you to stone, right?
Paralysis? Paralysis... yeah, that's it. Fuck, a status ailment skill...
Lucky break: brain, eyes, organs, lungs—all functioning.
If the heart had locked up, it'd be cardiac arrest, game over.
Guess their low paralysis skill proficiency saved my ass?
"Muttering in Chinese!"
One Chinese bastard spotted me and grumbled something.
He kicked me hard with his boot.
The spot he hit throbbed agony.
More Chinese poured in, kicked me again, then grinned toward the back of the room.
That fucker leering at the woman? Right now?
Stepped back out and bellowed loud.
Hah... wasn't it seven of you? Make that five now, asshole.
The Chinese bastard eyed me again, tried wrenching the machete from my grip.
Grip was locked tight from paralysis, wouldn't budge, so he stomped my arm like a maniac.
Fuck... this break it? Hurts like a motherfucker.
Pain's not the point... I'm lying here defenseless in front of enemies.
Death.
The word flooded my brain.
Terror crashed in, sharp and late.
After kicking futilely forever, he stormed out again.
Even then, I thrashed internally to survive, but nothing moved.
Please... just my voice...
"Ah..."
Oh!!!
Low-level paralysis? Faint voice leaking out.
Chinese bastard back in the room.
"Ara... ara... ara... ara..."
"Snarling in Chinese!"
Kicks me again.
You motherfucker. Just wait till I get up...
"Ara... ara... Sleep."
Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuck yes! It worked! Nice!
The Chinese bastard pitched forward, out cold.
Oh God, nice as fuck, very good, thank you, you piece of shit!
Triggering the skill with "Sleep" still launches it perfectly—long live the sleep skill, fuck yeah!
Guy's out for 20 minutes at least.
No clue on paralysis duration, but theirs feels lower proficiency than mine, so it'll wear off first.
Thank fuck—my body twitched to life bit by bit. About 10 minutes later, pins and needles, but movable.
"Haa. Haa."
Back from the brink of death, and it finally sank in.
Heart hammering, cold sweat pouring without me noticing.
I snatched the duct tape and bound the Chinese bastard tight.
This fucker gets an ugly death today. Motherfucker.
Done with him, woman's turn.
Not sure if I should tie her, but better safe.
The chick in hoodie and jeans didn't look bad from afar, but up close tying her? Surprisingly decent.
Not the time though. Bound arms and legs, taped eyes and mouth.
"Whew."
All threats neutralized. Finally, some relief.
Can't help being a coward like me.
Flashback to almost dying... fuck, my back's still soaked.
Poked my head out—no sounds, dead quiet.
Not sure if more Chinese lurking, frustrating as hell. But handled all I saw... probably clear.
Can't drop guard though. Stay sharp.
I stabbed the Chinese bastard with the machete.
Not instant kill—dialed power for max pain.
"Screaming through tape!"
Ah... taped mouth and still loud. Fucking prick.
Stabbed arms and legs bloody, avoiding the tape.
Blood everywhere, his screams dying down—then the woman started mmphing.
"Fuck, keep noisy and you're dead. Mouth shut."
Woman went silent quick.
Good, she reads the room.
Turned back, ground wounds under boot.
Grind grind—bored of that, full stab. Gone.
He'd looted coins from the earlier kills—decent haul.
Pocketed them and eyed the woman.
Still reeling from the near-death? Heart pounding away.
And staring at this halfway-cute chick? Lust bubbling up hard.
Fuck. Instinct to breed? Feeling alive and my dick's raring?
Gazed a moment, wild thought hit unbidden.
Wonder if I peel off that hoodie...
Zipped it down—warm heat and her scent wafted out strong.
Whoa. No holding back. Might as well, right?
Nah. Intel first.
"You. Pulling tape off mouth now. Scream or bullshit, straight to rape and death. Got it?"
She nodded. Peeled the tape.
"Haa. Haa."
Ah... fuck, even breathing's turning me on. Insane.
"Answer straight. Your base this dorm?"
"Yes... haa."
"Total headcount."
"Six guys... and me..."
"Six? Bullshit. Wanna die?"
"No! Six is right! Sob sob sob."
"Lying sack. That's five. Why fib?"
"No! Six! Min-seok's alive!"
What? Off vibe. If expecting backup, you'd lowball numbers, right? Why inflate?
"What's Min-seok do?"
"Sob... today... night watch."
Hm... night watch. Rotating guards? Ah, that guy at the entrance? Chinese hit him first then? Fuck. No clue if he's alive. Pain in the ass.
"Fine. Why'd that Chinese bastard barge in?"
"Sob... no idea. I don't know..."
"Don't? Die then."
"Eek! Mercy! I'll talk! Don't kill! Sob sob sob."
"No games, spill now. Might spare you."
But she clams up. Why?
"Sob... the guys... grabbed some Chinese girls..."
Ah... fuckkk. Head spinning. What? Grabbed?
"Caught Chinese bitches?"
"Yes! Chinese bitches! Ones we always clashed with! Killed the guys, took their girls! They were the bad ones...!"
"Shut it."
She zipped it.
What a load of crap. Completely.
"So where're those Chinese bitches?"
"Third floor... Jeong-cheol's room..."
"Room number."
"303..."
"Stay quiet. No noise when I get back, or dead."
Taped her mouth, put her to sleep.
Filthy mood churning, headed up to the third floor. 303—locked.
Irritated, kicked the door. Two tries, handle shattered open. Foul stench hit like a wall.
"Fuck..."
Inside: two Chinese women, wrecked beyond recognition, sprawled out.
Stripped naked, bodies covered in wounds, arms twisted at wrong angles. Floor littered with blood, filth, shit.
Even in this fucked world, tough to stomach.
Surprised they're breathing in that state.
"You'd be better off dead."
Those injuries? No guarantee a recovery potion saves 'em.
No reason I'd waste one anyway.
Just walked up, machete down on both.
They vanished, bloodstains gone—but the shit and filth stayed put.
"Blood disappears, huh? Hilarious."
Low coins... probably starved 'em out.
Looted what they had for food, then nothing but empty stomachs after.
Whatever grudge between 'em, ended ugly for both sides.
Dirty feeling maxed out, I headed back to the woman.
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