Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Hunting
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Well, well. Look at this.
Invisibility active, I watch the two idiots sprinting off in opposite directions. It's hilarious.
Is that the best they could come up with? Pathetic doesn't even cover it—it's sigh-worthy.
I put the pair to sleep first.
This is on you guys. I gave you a chance, fair and square.
Still five more inside the underground mall.
Can't just leave them snoozing like that, so might as well kill 'em.
Invisibility's handy, though... Shame to waste it.
I hefted the machete and brought it down hard.
Damn... Coin inflation's gonna hit hard. Not surprising, though—how many have I offed today?
Approached the next one and smashed down again.
Total coins now over 600k.
Should be quick to max out Detection at this rate.
Sucks that my food-hauling crew's gone.
How the hell am I supposed to carry all that? What a hassle.
Ran Detection. Five still huddled in the mall, not moving a muscle.
Four clumped together, one off alone. What gives? Not with the group? Or maybe one's on lookout over the other four?
Shit... Hate going in there.
Keep taunting 'em?
"Jong-sik! Get your goons and come out!"
Can't they hear me? Nah, no way. They're probably racking their brains right now.
I crept right up to the mall entrance and kept yelling.
"Jong-sik! What're you doing, hiding in there like a pussy!? Come on out! Your lackeys are looking for you!"
Detection shows no movement. Wow. They're really holding out? Tough bastards.
"Aww, our little Jong-sik turned into a tail-between-the-legs mutt? Not coming out? Should I come in? Jeez, is that pea brain of yours serious?"
They finally stirred.
Three heading the other way, one coming up.
I ducked out of sight immediately.
I'm no real gangster—why bother with a showdown?
But this guy's actually buying it and charging out? No brain at all?
"What the fuck! Where'd that asshole go?"
That him, Jong-sik? Built like a tank, but his face screams panic.
Of course—he psyched himself up for a fight and finds jack shit.
Maybe pictured the rival crew posing all badass, his guys on their knees beaten to pulp?
Nope. Dream on, dumbass.
Sleep.
Boring. These morons are straight-up lame.
Shit-for-brains losers. All flash, no substance—can't even think straight.
The three who went the other way must've circled to the exit blocked by their car.
The ones outside look just as confused.
Probably thought they'd flank and ambush from behind. Nothing there? Total bewilderment.
Then their boss drops like a sack—hilarious.
"Boss!"
The trio rushes to Jong-sik.
Walking right into my skill range. Perfect numbers. Sigh. Nighty-night, idiots.
But... what's the one still inside? Why no movement?
Why not come out? Kinda creepy.
Whatever—it's midnight in the dead of winter. Leave 'em, they'll freeze solid.
Dragging all four's a pain. Just do it here?
Fuck, it's freezing.
Too much hassle. One at a time, then.
Jong-sik's the type to stay mum and act tough. Pick the youngest-looking one.
Taped him up tight, blindfolded his eyes.
Then booted his shin with my combat boot, full force.
"Aaaagh!"
"Hey. Wake up means shut it."
"You fucking—"
So predictable, it's stale. This is why education matters.
Can't give you the full high school rundown, but I'll speed-teach one subject: Physics. Good stuff.
Beat the crap out of him till he finally clammed up.
Beating's the best teacher, hands down.
"What's with the one inside? Why not come out?"
"Inside...? One? What're you talking about?"
"There's one more downstairs. Who?"
"Oh... Laura?"
"Laura?"
"Heh. Fuck, you here for that bitch?"
"What the hell, moron? Spouting nonsense all of a sudden?"
"What to do? Heh heh. We already fucked her raw. Pounded that pussy till it was shredded. Heh heh."
"You nuts?"
Sleep. No clue what this idiot's on about.
Sounds like they had a woman captive. Laura? Global name, huh.
If she's their sex slave, no worries there. Explains why she didn't bolt.
Let's check her out.
Ran Detection—just in case some sneak's hiding.
But this thing catches everyone in a 75-meter radius.
No hiding possible.
Headed to where the woman called Laura was.
"H-Huh! No. Nooo. Me. No. Today. Stop."
Ah... Now I get why Laura.
White girl. Broken Korean. Naked under a thin blanket, looking utterly wrecked.
Arms covered in track marks, handcuffed to a pipe in the mall.
So... They made her whore herself out for food? Obvious as hell.
"Ugh... Fuck."
Started thinking, Where you from? Then stopped myself.
Fuck. Who cares about her hometown right now, you dumbass?
Ha... Deep sigh.
Her situation's just pitiful.
Left her be and headed out.
Four bodies cooling fast. Smashed 'em flat. Too annoying otherwise.
Lame. Lame-ass Jong-sik left behind his lame-ass coins and died lame as hell.
Grabbed the food the invisible duo had stashed and headed back underground.
She flinched in fear when I returned.
Chance to play white knight... but no spark there.
Just pity. Best I can do is a painless end.
Sleep. Then kill.
At least she didn't feel a thing.
100? Weird number.
Whatever. No point dwelling. She's dead already.
Ran Detection.
No signs of life.
Empty surroundings feel amazing. Like finishing a deep clean.
Stepped outside.
Freezing winter night, streets all mine.
"Waaaaaah!"
Yelled my lungs out. Chest felt wide open.
Cleared all the hot spots in this district.
Not totally deserted, but close enough.
Card key in my pocket. Still got work.
Time for my reward after the hard slog.
Light steps toward that apartment from before.
Tied tight, she should be fine.
Apartment in sight. Detection pinged her—still out cold.
Card key unlocked the entrance.
Apartment life... Nice. Gotta live like this.
But pie in the sky. Security's tight—door's a bitch to crack.
This key might come in clutch.
Third floor's low enough; balcony window smashable. Not perfect shelter, but useful.
Unlocked the door. Warmth melted me.
Ditched backpack and parka anywhere in the living room.
Where's the girl? Check on her.
Opened the bedroom door—empty.
Huh? Found her on the toilet.
"Whoa. How'd you get there?"
She's glaring daggers.
Good thing pants were down. Not planned, but hey.
"At least you know to hide your piss... Good girl?"
Her glare's ferocious. Chills.
"Up you go."
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
Hauled her up; she thrashed, but tape job was pro—no dice.
Flung her on the bed; long hair fluttered.
"Next time, flush too? Got it?"
Ah... That glare. Addictive. Shame the tape muffles her.
Wanna hear the curses.
Grabbed the machete from outside.
She flinched at the blade, but glare held fierce.
"Move and you get hurt. Stay still?"
Sliced the leg tape—kick incoming.
Pants at her knees botched it, though.
"Oho. Kicking with a knife around? Dangerous! And your pussy's showing."
Ignored my jab, kept kicking. Even kicked off panties and pants at the knee.
Arms still bound, straining to rise.
Too funny—watched the show.
Top exposed, bottom bare, she stands and glares.
"What? Going somewhere?"
Standing changes nothing. What can she do like that?
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
Charges, kicks.
Sluggish kick... Wouldn't hurt anyway.
Stood still; she kicked, lost balance, flopped on the bed.
"Wanted to show off?"
"Mmph!! Mmmph!!"
Grabbed ankles, spread legs wide—she flails.
Pretty pink pussy winking with every squirm.
Sleep.
Too much thrashing. Can't undress her like this.
Ripped off all tape, stripped her top.
Taped legs into an M, arms overhead, wrapped tight to the bed frame.
Nice view. Photo-worthy.
Peeled mouth tape.
How far's the range? Skill okay indoors? Tape melt?
Pig's room was fine before. Doubt tape melts. If it does, sleep again.
20 minutes later, eyes flutter open.
"You fucking dog! Ugly mutt bastard!"
Nice. Didn't disappoint.