Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Bitch Corruption Auto-Hunt Zone
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“Hey, Kyung-pil. You asleep?”
“Ugh... you fucking... bastard... let... me... go...”
Even though only a day had passed since the castration, he already looked noticeably gaunt. Part of it was exhaustion from the surgery and the extreme pain, but the collapse of his hormone system played a role too.
When a man loses his male hormones, symptoms like lethargy and others kick in.
“I'm handing you over to a butcher shop now. Not actually transferring ownership, but I'll pay them a decent sum and leave you as an assistant instructor at a den of perverts who love bitches with dicks like you.”
“W-what... what?”
His eyes widened as if asking if this was dragging him even deeper into hell.
“What do you mean 'w-what'? Get ready to have your ass broken in. Heh heh heh.”
“Urk... urk...”
He didn't even have the energy to curse anymore; tears just streamed down his face. Had the castration killed his will to live?
Ugh. That male—no, now female?—anyway, the sight of that scum was truly revolting.
I'll make sure to restore his memories somehow. Once he learns why this happened, the self-loathing and regret will make him pound the ground in anguish.
That was when it happened.
Squelch! Splurt!
Thud.
A roughly 5cm chunk of bright red flesh dropped to the floor.
“Gueh!”
Blood spurted from his mouth. He'd bitten his tongue. Hell, even I'd choose death by biting my tongue if told I'd be getting my ass reamed by old pervs from now on. As a close-range dealer Awakener, his main stat was Strength. He had enough Healing to keep fighting, but not enough to instantly stop the bleeding from a severed tongue.
“Ah—such a pain...”
I picked up the mangled tongue and forced his mouth open.
I roughly aligned the cut ends and activated Empathy.
My clearly superhuman Healing stat of 45 swiftly reattached his tongue. Of course, the joints corroded by sulfuric acid weren't coming back.
If I shared Healing for a few days, even those might heal... but I had no intention of doing that.
I cut off Empathy the moment the ends fused.
“Kuh... you... fucking... bastard... won't even... let me die...”
Had he completely lost his will to live?
“Yeah, I gave Aurora her special medicine, so I should prescribe you a new one too.”
A special medicine to reignite his will to live in a twisted way, that is.
First, let's dislocate his jawbone.
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There’s a drug called Krokodil.
Its raw material is Desomorphine.
It’s made by refining and synthesizing codeine, commonly prescribed as cough syrup, and it was popular in Russia’s golden age before the Kaiju invasion.
Street dealers didn’t have proper labs, so they haphazardly added things like gasoline and iodine to extract components, birthing the world’s worst drug.
Its addictiveness is ten times that of heroin, toxicity three times.
Quitting is nearly impossible, and even a single dose causes flesh and veins to rot—earning it the nickname zombie drug.
A insane drug with a mortality rate within three years higher than stage 4 lung cancer.
It vanished briefly after the Kaiju invasion but recently evolved into something even more vicious and resurfaced, wreaking havoc, according to the news.
The new Krokodil’s raw material wasn’t from Earth anymore. The flesh-rotting side effect turning the body into a slurry remained, but some ingredient made its addictiveness 100 times stronger.
That ingredient? Monster corpses.
Dark matter was detected in these clearly non-Earthly bodies and organs, catching the eye of deranged junkies and dealers for its addictiveness.
The result? A resounding success.
The monster-corpse drug spread anew under the name Black Krokodil.
That’s what I was making now.
I had the raw materials.
The Child of Dagon—aka Fish Head—I’d encountered outside while tormenting Nari. I’d shoved part of its corpse in the locker.
Clunk!
Still there.
Monster corpses don’t rot curiously. The rotten ones appear already decomposed before crossing to Earth. Others are preserved as if Earth bacteria refuse to break them down.
I’d kept it to sell on the black market later, but who knew it’d come in handy.
“Hm?”
One finger was missing from the corpse, like someone had yanked it off in a hurry.
Did it break off when we fought?
One finger didn’t matter. I grabbed the wrist.
Snap!
Being a mummified monster, it crumbled like dry tree bark and snapped easily.
I extracted the juice into a beaker using hydrochloric acid solvent extraction.
Easy-to-get materials.
Drip—drip—
Black essence dripped from the upper beaker to the lower one.
Hydrochloric acid solution mixed with dark matter.
I added lye—sodium hydroxide—from the local mart bit by bit.
A middle-school neutralization reaction turns the acid to water, but the dark matter properties remain unchanged.
Inject this into a body...
And it acts as Satan’s drug, surpassing Krokodil.
“No wonder black markets thrive when it’s this easy to make. Those back-alley guys who bought monster corpses from me weren’t buying for nothing...”
I added one more drug to the horrific concoction.
Estradiol Depot.
Female hormones, simply put.
I took the finished cocktail shot and headed back down.
The guy was still whimpering like the world had ended.
Poke—
No reaction even after stabbing the syringe straight into his arm vein without hesitation.
But 10 seconds later...
“Uh... ugh?”
Reaction starting, huh.
I didn’t want to hear Jin Kyung-pil’s disgusting groans, so I called an old contact.
“Used to only call this guy when selling smuggled monster byproducts. Wonder if he’s still active.”
Found him.
[Boss Kim]
No one knew his real name.
Just “back-alley Boss Kim” and everyone got it.
—“Yeah?”
“Boss Kim, long time no see.”
—“Huh? Who’s this, you didn’t die?”
“Why would I die before you do?”
—“Kehahaha, sharp tongue means you’re no ghost. So, what’s up? We’re both busy... selling monster hides after all this time?”
“No, something special this time. You take people too?”
—“Huh? People?... Sure, we take ’em.”
“Got a very special one. Wanna hear?”
Smacking sounds came through the phone. Eating something, probably.
—“Let’s hear it.”
“21 years old. Male... but not anymore. As of yesterday.”
—“What, like a trans or something? In this day and age, what’s special about—”
“Awakener. Former Grade 3.”
—“What!?”
Crash! Bang!
—“You bitch—can’t you see I’m busy? Stop sucking and get out.”
Not eating, getting eaten...
Ugh.
“Limbs thoroughly wrecked. Marinating in Black Krokodil. Feminizing drugs implanted for auto-dosing. Speed it up more if you want.”
—“Whoa~ nasty, nasty! How’d you turn a Grade 3 Awakener into that?”
Up to his tricks again.
Like I’d tell him.
“Got him by chance. You know how we are—skip the bullshit, let’s deal.”
—“Kehaha! Fine, fine. Still no pushover, huh? So, when’s the deal...?”
“Pickup now possible?”
—“Now? Hold on—hey! Listen up! Not you, you bitch, go call Manager Park! Don’t swing that around, put something on.”
A commotion echoed through the phone for a while.
—“Yeah, possible now. Where to?”
“Mia-ri.”
Even if Boss Kim was reliable, I couldn’t reveal my home. I named Mia-ri, 15 minutes drive from Sanggye-dong. Midway between his black market and me.
—“Yeah, yeah. Meet there? See you in 30.”
“Hold up.”
—“Huh?”
“Always with the tricks. No money talk?”
—“Ah~ oh right~ Getting old, forgetting stuff.”
What bullshit.
Like I wouldn’t see through waiting till pickup to haggle the price down.
“Jeez... how much you want?”
—“How much you asking, Mr. Shin?”
Tired of the dick-measuring.
“10 billion.”
—“What!? Deal!”
A former Grade 3 Awakener, ultra-rare for satisfying 'unique tastes.' Limbs wrecked by me, soaked in drugs—perfect condition.
Way underpriced, but I had a reason.
“One condition. You know 10 billion is ridiculous, right?”
—“Yeah, of course.”
“Why this dirt-cheap? Not a sale—it’s a rental. 10 billion for one year. Fine? Use however, no complaints. Just return in good shape.”
—“Hm... wait.”
I could almost hear the abacus clacking in his head.
—“Not great, not bad. 10% haggle? We can use free, but gotta maintain and return clean. Losses for us.”
Losses my ass. Laughable.
Renting an Awakener’s durable body for a year to sell however.
“Sigh... fine. But you owe me one.”
—“Kehaha! Deal, see you soon!”
I dragged out Jin Kyung-pil, drooling with his mind gone.
“Come on, let’s go. Have fun, Kyung-pil.”
“Uh... ugh?”
The deal with Boss Kim wrapped quick. No phone haggling since we’d settled terms; Manager Park silently sent 9 billion in coins to my wallet without a word.
“We’re off.”
“Take care.”
Last sight of Jin Kyung-pil, mouth and eyes covered, loaded into the van like meat. I turned back toward Sanggye-dong.
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Time to prepare moving.
Even if Puppy’s return was delayed, preparation is key.
Puppy’s ways to track Nari: three main ones.
First. Witnesses.
I was extremely careful, but can’t rule it out completely.
Second. Trackers.
GPS capsule implanted or similar. But I dismissed this. Puppy obsessed with Nari’s safety wouldn’t cut into her flesh for a tracker. Checked her body thoroughly during baths and after Puppy’s approach—no surgical scars.
Third. CCTV.
Most likely.
Puppy’s pulling strings with influential people like puppets. Cops included. Through them, scour all footage for backtracking. Huge gaps meant manpower waste matching points manually... but why care? With mind control, a 'request' to cops and they’d work till burnout.
So, how to evade all three?
‘Seoul Northern Contaminated Area’
Back to the Contaminated Area after all.
Best way to block Puppy: the Contaminated Area.
Witnesses? Avoid mercs, no one else. Even mercs are mayflies dying in days.
CCTV? All dead.
Perfect for evasion... but high risk.
“Gotta do it. Certainty first.”
Ironic—those words I lived by rolling in the Contaminated Area.
I spread out the Contaminated Area map.
One hour.
Two hours.
Time flew studying it; next day’s sun rose.
“Ah, already a day gone...”
Body ached.
Crack!
Stretching popped my joints.
“Ugh... need a break. Time to check on Aurora. See how broken her mind is.”