Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Scissors and Scissors (Gory Depiction)
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"Shin Yu-hyeon... Why the hell are you doing this to me? Kuheuk..."
"..."
I silently cut away Jin Kyung-pil's clothes with scissors and yanked on a pair of surgical gloves until they snapped tight.
Then I fastened a special restraint around his neck. Iron chains tipped with sharp needles. Connected to the operating table, if he thrashed around, they'd dig into his own throat.
"I'm in a hurry and all, but I figured I should still carry out the revenge I've been fantasizing about all this time."
"What? Hey, seriously, what's your deal? What the fuck did I ever do to you? Eugh!"
He raised his voice without thinking, and a needle pricked his skin, drawing a groan.
I moved down to his lower body.
"Kukukuk, hey, even your tiny dick's shriveled up good."
"You fucking bastard."
He spat curses laced with rage at my mockery of his manhood.
"But what can you do? Even that pathetic thing's about to be gone."
"W-What...? What the hell does that mean?"
"Catheter."
Aurora, unable to look down at his fully exposed cock, stared only at my eyes as she handed me the catheter.
It's a tube inserted into the urethra to control urination and monitor output during surgery. Normally, you'd use lube to avoid damaging the patient, but I had no such mercy for this piece of shit.
I brutally shoved the catheter into his piss hole.
"Try blocking it with that fancy body enhancement of yours."
"Aaaack! Uwaaak!"
Blood piss started leaking down the translucent tube—his urethra must've torn.
"You loved pissing yourself so much, right? Spraying it everywhere? I'm helping you learn to aim properly."
"Kuuuuugh, you fucking bastard, I'll kill you, fuck, I'll kill you somehow!"
No more appeals to friendship or brotherhood. What man in the world would cling to old bonds while his dick was being tortured?
"Scalpel."
Aurora, her face drained white, handed me the scalpel.
"Hold still. Unless you wanna die."
"H-Hey, don't, wait a sec."
I lifted his cock upward, taped it to his lower abdomen with medical tape, and brought the scalpel down toward the scrotum sack holding his balls.
"This might sting a bit."
Puuk...
The scalpel blade pierced lightly through the skin layer.
"Eugh! Euhek!? W-Wait, Yu-hyeon! Hey, Shin Yu-hyeon! I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry! No matter what I did, it was all my fault, so please... stop, okay? This isn't right!"
────Ziiip
"Uwaaaaaaaaack!"
The blade sliced straight down the scrotum sack. Like unzipping a bag.
I examined the inside with a blank expression.
'That's the testicle, the attached one's the epididymis, and that tube's the vas deferens, huh.'
I knew quite a bit about human anatomy. I'd seen plenty of corpses, and I'd self-studied it for years.
So this was nothing.
In contaminated zones, I'd grown numb to mercenaries who'd been chattering moments ago suddenly having worms crawl from their eye sockets and eat them alive through the socket, or pretty female mercs having their skin peeled off whole, turning into living anatomy charts. This was barely a science experiment.
"Right or left? Pick one. Which should I cut first?"
"Uuaaaak, wait, d-don't! Don't do it, fuck!! Kuaaaaaak!"
"Can't choose? Aurora."
"H-Hic, y-yes!"
The worst violence in her world was probably a bokken to the gut. She'd never even imagined primal, one-sided brutality like this.
Cute little thing.
Her face now a deep shade of blue from terror, she hiccupped out her response.
"Let's play rock-paper-scissors. If I win, left. You win, right."
"Hic, hic."
"Y-Yu-hyeon, hey, seriously, kuuuugh, please... Kuheheuk, please stop."
Jin Kyung-pil interrupted with more begging.
"Oh, right, three players, so one more rule. Tie means I don't cut either."
"...!"
A flicker of desperate hope lit in Jin Kyung-pil's eyes.
Even though his manhood—his most vital organ—was being decided by my idle game of rock-paper-scissors, he had no choice but to cling to that slim chance.
"Scissors."
My hand rose slowly.
"Hik, hic!"
Aurora reluctantly raised her trembling hand.
"Rock."
Unable to even glance down, she stared blankly into space with unfocused eyes and threw up her hand.
"Hic, hic!"
Her hiccups sounded like a starting gun. We all thrust out our hands at once.
"Paper!"
.
.
"Aw, too bad... Tsk."
"W-What happened? What was it?"
I threw scissors... and Aurora threw
"Scissors and scissors."
"What? Ha, hahaha! Hahahahaha!"
Jin Kyung-pil let out a relieved, deranged laugh.
"Alright, as promised, neither one then—"
I dragged out the end of the sentence on purpose.
Frantic, Jin Kyung-pil begged again.
"Y-Yeah, hurry, put it back like normal!"
Kukukuk.
"I'll cut both."
"W-What? What'd you say? You fucker, just now you clearly—!"
"Yeah, I said tie means I cut both. Your memory must be off."
Torture of hope hurts the worst.
Especially crushing that tiny, precious hope at the moment of victory.
"What bullshit, when the fuck did I— you son of a... biiiitch!!"
I decided to start with the left. The scrotum gaped open like a gutted belly, contents exposed. I brought the scalpel slowly to bear.
Puuk!
I didn't yank the testicle out right away.
That'd be too merciful.
The cold, sharp scalpel tip sank into the soft little egg with a puuk—
Then slid slowly downward,
Splitting
It
In
Half.
"────! Euk, euwoek!"
Ziiiiip, ──Ziiiiiip────
"Gaaaaaaaah! Kehek! Kueeeek, grrrrrrruk, kuhaaaak, euk!"
Shivering, shuddering uncontrollably.
Hmm...
Just like slicing a ripe quail egg in half with a sharp knife.
The cross-section of the bisected testicle came into view.
"Lemme see... That's the seminiferous tubule... Kinda like dissecting a frog, huh."
Foaming at the mouth and convulsing in seizures, Jin Kyung-pil started groveling for real.
"Euheeeok────, euheeeok, heuk, kuaaaak, kruuuugh. Keuheuk, sorry, n-no, I'm s-sorry! Sorry! I'm a fucking bastard, a worthless piece-of-shit scum who deserves to die, please stop, kaaak, stop, stooop!! Gaaaaaooook"
Shaking violently.
His sincere pleas only fueled my thirst for revenge.
"You wanna see too? Aurora, mirror."
Aurora handed me the small metal hand mirror, but her gaze drifted down unwittingly. Stomach acid surged up.
"Uwek, guwek, uweeeeeek!"
She hadn't puked when I punched her gut, but her stomach was weak after all. Ignoring her, I took the mirror.
"Here, see it? Look close."
I held the mirror so he could clearly watch his own vivisection.
"Keuk, euek."
"Hey, look properly."
Too horrific to watch, Jin Kyung-pil squeezed his eyes shut.
You have to see. You have to watch it all, you bastard.
I moved to his head.
"Hey, not opening your eyes?"
"Kheuuk, uugh."
"Fucking retard. Guess I have to help with that too."
I grabbed his eyelids and pulled. Not up—down.
And...
Seok!
"────!!"
His elongated eyelids sliced clean off. Like a science class dummy, his eyeball rolled in agony.
"There, now you can keep 'em open. Right, Jin Kyung-pil?"
"!!────!────Gruuugh, keuuuuugh!"
Unable even to scream. Blood streamed from the severed eyelids, pooling like bloody tears around his exposed eyeball.
Drip, drip...
"You're crying tears of blood now too."
Finally!
"Kukukukuk, puhuhu, puhahahahaha!"
I couldn't deny I'd gone mad too. Feeling vengeful ecstasy over gut-wrenching horror instead of revulsion wasn't normal.
"But you, you all made me this way."
"H-Hiiik."
Aurora shuddered at my glance, collapsing to the floor and crawling toward the wall.
Pfft...
"Too late for regrets now."
I could drag this out longer, but there was still the other one. Time to wrap this up. I couldn't dawdle on personal revenge forever—the board was shifting. Lucky for Jin Kyung-pil. I could do this shit 365 days a year.
"Let's finish the other one. Jin Kyung-pil. Buddy."
Unable to scream, forcibly held wide-eyed, he watched his vital organ dismantled.
"You've always loved watching."
"You watched my skin split open under Song Woo-seop's knife just fine."
"You watched me writhe like a worm as my joints shattered."
.
.
.
Time to cut it.
The bad blood.
"I'll end this one."
Seok.
Tok, tuduk—todok—
I severed everything: the vas deferens connecting the testicle, veins, soft tissues.
Vessels. Veins. Arteries. Nerves. Nerve branches.
And...
Seok.
The thick upper vas deferens dangling down was last. His testicle came free completely.
"Kurrrrruk! Keuugh!"
If only I could excise my past memories like this.
Tok.
His ball hit the metal tray with a pathetic clink.
Drained of blood and fluid, it looked smaller now. Pathetic.
This was it.
Just one ball, and he was screaming like a demon from hell—but he was just human.
Ulk! Ulk!
Blood poured from his half-sliced scrotum, soaking the floor. I clamped the bleeders with hemostatic clamps.
Testicular artery, deferential artery, cremasteric artery.
Veins would clot fine with a C-rank Awakener's grip, but arteries needed tying or clamping. Otherwise, exsanguination. I'd seen cocky C-ranks bleed out from a femoral nick.
Anyway, clamped like this, it'd heal on its own in hours. Worst case, share some healing via Empathy.
'You can't die yet.'
"What now... Kyung-pil-ah, whaddya think? Should I cook this and feed it to you? Balls smell fishy, or so they say. Can you eat it?"
"Kugek, keuk, d-don't, gruuugh, grrruk, st-stop... s-sorry... grrruk."
Jin Kyung-pil's resistance utterly broken.
"One left. Should I spare that if you do what I say?"
His vacant eyes sparked with false hope again.
"Kurruk, p-please... anything.. grugh, I'll do it..."
"Yeah? Anything at all?"
Nod nod nod nod.
He nodded frantically. Even as the restraint's needles gouged his skin. Pain like that wouldn't register now.
"Alright, I'll give our Kyung-pil one chance."
Roll roll.
Breathing labored, he rolled his eyes desperately toward me.
Time.
"...Swear."