Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: The Screams of the Defeated
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Six players knelt before me.
It was Han-seok Lee, who had regenerated his wrists with a skill, the bald one, the blonde, and three regular-class believers.
Of these, Han-seok Lee was already made a slave. All that was left was to finely crush him and offer him to Indicron.
I had decided to offer the three regular-class believers to Kashnax. And Kang Jae-young said he didn't want to eat their blood, so I could offer them without any hesitation.
The problem was the bald one and the blonde.
I planned to use these two as slaves, squeezing them for all they were worth. The gods hadn't asked for them, and besides, they seemed quite useful.
"Ugh...! Ughhh!!!"
The bald one couldn't speak because of the gag. His face was so swollen he could barely open his eyes.
He had been beaten so badly his entire body was a mottled blue. At this point, he could be called Bald Smurf.
"..."
In contrast, the blonde woman had gone silent.
I wondered if her will had been broken by Aram and A-reum's beatings, or if there was some other reason.
"Hey, why the death wish?"
"It's gone... The deity's... answer... it's gone..."
She had been abandoned. The blonde woman stared blankly at the floor. She must have been in shock after being abandoned by the deity that had protected her.
"Sigh. Hey, bitch, look up."
I poked her cheek and lifted her chin, peering into her vacant eyes.
They were eyes that looked as if they'd lost the world. Eyeballs filled with despair that Indicron would surely love.
However, Indicron showed no reaction. She was, at this very moment, eagerly awaiting Han-seok Lee's fall into the abyss.
"Let's make this easy. Let's not get our skin torn off and tortured for nothing. Just give up. Your own deity has abandoned and fled. There's nothing to gain from struggling further here. It will only bring you pain."
I presented a realistic option.
A suggestion to willingly become my slave and join my harem.
"Get lost... The Lord will bestow light upon me once more. This is... a trial. A trial to make me stronger."
She's completely lost it. This is blind faith.
I wondered how long that deep belief could last.
"Eun-ji. Stab this bastard's thigh."
"Yes, Oppa."
Eun-ji, using Pain Amplification, drew a dagger from the shadows and plunged it into the blonde woman's thigh.
It was fine as long as she didn't die, thanks to Surging Flesh.
Crack!
"Graaaaaah!!!!!!!"
A scream erupted, and the blonde woman thrashed wildly. Aram and Ha-rin pressed down on her shoulders, holding her tight.
"Now. How long can you hold out?"
"Guhhh... Kill me!! Just kill me!!!!"
"Who would benefit from that? Eun-ji, keep going."
"Yes! Oppa! Leave it to me!"
Listening to Eun-ji's lively reply, I approached the three trembling regular-class believers.
"Eeek..."
One of them wet himself the moment he saw me. He was shaking like a leaf, as if facing a demon or a grim reaper.
"O, Deity... O, Deity... please... save me..."
Another one, still unable to grasp the situation, was desperately calling for the deity who had already left.
"Please, save me. I was wrong. Please... I'll do anything."
The last one had his head buried in the floor, begging for his life.
"You'll do anything?"
"Yes. I'll do anything...!"
Shwing!
In an instant, a dagger slit his throat, and he looked up at me in disbelief.
"'Anything' means you'd be willing to die for me, right?"
"Ghk... Gag... F... Fuck. You bas..."
Thud.
The man, his throat cut by the consciousness dagger, grabbed his gushing neck and convulsed.
"I offer him."
I offered one to Kashnax.
A few repulsive, squelching sounds were heard, followed by a taste evaluation: 'Soft.'
"O, Deity... please... protect me..."
The man sitting in the middle clasped his hands together, squeezed his eyes shut, and kept calling for his deity. Of course, the deity wouldn't answer his call.
I placed my hand on his head. As if bestowing a blessing upon a young man receiving a baptism.
"Go to your Lord's side."
Of course, I'm not sure if that Lord is the one he wanted.
With Profane Touch, the man's head melted away.
Sizzlezzzzz!!!
"I offer him."
"Graaaaaah!!!"
Harmonizing strangely with the blonde woman's scream from behind, another one was offered.
This one received the evaluation of being 'Too salty.' When would a delicious offering ever appear?
"This is the last one? Got any skills?"
"Eeek... I, I'm a survivalist. I've been one for a long time, so I'm good at cooking too..."
"We have a cook. Two of them, in fact."
"T-then that... uh... I, I'm great at taking pict..."
Stab!
I stabbed his eye with a dagger and offered him. Pictures in a world gone to ruin? The only things you'd capture are dead bodies.
Still, this one got a 'Passable' evaluation.
At some point, I found myself caring about Kashnax's taste evaluations. It feels kind of icky, like I'm being judged for cooking I didn't do. Anyway, it's a strange feeling.
"Hoo."
About three minutes. In three minutes, I offered the three and returned to the blonde woman. A lot had changed.
This blonde woman's willpower had been shattered in the time it takes for a cup of ramen to cook. Her faith must have only been that strong. There's no bargaining with pain.
"Graaaaaah!!!"
She must have had so many shadow daggers plunged into her thighs that she had already wet herself from the pain, screaming without even realizing it. The screaming blonde woman looked at me, coughed up blood with her raspy voice, and cried out.
"I, I'll do it!!! I want to be a slave!!! I surrender!! Please, stop!!!!"
[The opponent has surrendered to you.］
Thud!
"Graaaaaah!!!"
Eun-ji, who had diligently stabbed the last one into her thigh, looked up at me and smiled sweetly. She probably wasn't too happy about my harem growing, even if she liked me. She must be venting her anger with a smile.
I was a little worried she might be going crazy along with the rest of the world... but Eun-ji was still Eun-ji.
"Good job."
"It was nothing. It was easy."
"Really?"
I gently stroked Eun-ji's head.
Then I approached the blonde woman, who had lost a lot of blood, and healed her wounded thigh with Surging Flesh.
"Guh...!"
Despite the immense pain from Surging Flesh, she endured it, clenching her teeth, perhaps because she was already feeling even worse pain.
"Now, lift your head."
"Yes..."
She trembled, as if afraid of my touch, and squeezed her eyes shut.
She was so beautiful that even her frown was cute.
Honestly, her looks were on par with Kang Jae-young's. A woman just a little prettier than Eun-ji. I couldn't offer such a high-quality item.
"There. All done."
[You have made player 'Kim Ye-won' a slave.］
"Kuh...!"
The moment the Slave Mark was stamped, she spat out fresh blood, just as I had spat out black blood when I faced the Order Deity.
It was as if she was having an allergic reaction to becoming a slave of an evil god.
She must be showing this reaction because she's a servant of a good god. It was a bit more violent than when I made the others slaves, which was surprising.
"Huff... Huff..."
She soon caught her breath and stabilized.
"Hehe. Ye-won."
"Yes..."
I gently caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. Her pupils were slightly dilated.
I'd have to peel her clothes off later to see what kind of taste she is.
"Now. You're next. Baldy."
"Mgh! Mmmph!!!"
I held up a syringe in front of his eyes.
"Do you know what this is?"
"Mmmph!!??"
He panicked, not knowing what the syringe full of blue liquid was.
"Jin-sung. Take off the gag."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
The baldy, his gag removed, alternated his gaze between me and the syringe in my hand.
"W-what is that... poison? Hah. You think that kind of threat will work on me? You think I'm afraid of dying?"
Dying would be better than being tortured, of course.
I ignored his meaningless shouting and said what I had to say. There was no need to engage in a conversation with this noisy bastard.
"This is a TS Syringe."
At my words, the loud baldy immediately shut his mouth.
"What... did you say?"
"Didn't you hear me? I'll say it again. This is a 'TS' syringe. It changes your gender. By the way, this is the only one. Once you're injected, you'll become a woman forever."
"W-what... something like that..."
"Believe it or not, it's right here. Hey, think about it. There are zombies and deities here, so what can't exist? Right?"
The fact that zombies exist is already unrealistic, and with deities mixed in, it's a world far crazier than any novel. So, it's not strange for a trinket like this to appear. There's plenty of plausibility.
Wouldn't a TS Syringe be a normal item in a world like this?
"T-that... ah. No... what are you going to do to me after I take it?"
What would I do? I'd throw him to Ha Jin-sung and the other slaves.
Using a TS'd guy as a public fleshlight is common sense in adult game worlds. Of course, this is an apocalypse, but the world's in a similar mess anyway.
And the other slaves need a place to vent their sexual desires, right? So I plan to throw him to them as a plaything for the slaves. He was a Monk, so he had an exceptionally strong body. Even after being TS'd, he should be able to withstand the harassment from Ha Jin-sung and the other male slaves.
Of course, I had no intention of eating him myself.
"W-wait. What are you thinking! Stop! Please!"
Having read my strange expression, the baldy trembled, imagining what was coming, and tried to back away from me.
Fear filled the eyes of the once-arrogant bald bastard. He must have realized that his future would be anything but pleasant if he took the TS Syringe.
"Wait. If you surrender willingly, I might not inject you. Actually, I was thinking of giving this to Han-seok Lee."
Even after my words about turning him into a woman, Han-seok Lee showed no reaction. He just stared blankly at the ground.
In contrast, Kang Chan-seok trembled at my words, glaring at Ha Jin-sung, Ha Jin-woo, Kim Il-woo, and Kim Min-jun standing behind him.
"Wh-what the hell! You gay bastards! Get lost!"
"Hehe. The bald bastard. Acting up."
The baldy was sent tumbling forward by a kick from Ha Jin-sung.
I squatted down and looked at the fallen man's eyes.
"If you don't want to be a slave, I'll inject you with the TS Syringe, keep that gag on for 24 hours, and lock you in a small room. Then I'll keep letting those guys in. You'll be used as a flesh slave until you die. What do you think? Do you want to get pregnant?"
"Damn it... I... I surrender..."
[The opponent has surrendered to you.］
I immediately stamped the Slave Mark on his forehead.
And I gave the usual orders. He nodded willingly, relieved that he wouldn't have to take the TS Syringe after all.
"Alright, then."
And I plunged the syringe into the shoulder of the unsuspecting bastard and injected all of the blue liquid to the very last drop.
Not leaving a single drop behind.
"Huh? Huh? Huh?"
The bastard looked up at me with a stupid expression, unable to comprehend the situation.
I grinned at him.
"That's because there's no one else here to use the syringe but you."
Han-seok Lee is about to become Indicron's toy, so using the TS Syringe on him would be a waste.
And there's no reason to use it on the pretty Kim Ye-won. Furthermore, the Ha brothers or Kim Il-woo are slaves I've grown somewhat close to, so it would be disgusting if one of them suddenly became a woman.
So the only person to use it on is the new face, the baldy. If the suit-wearing uncle had been alive, I would have had a dilemma between him and Kang Chan-seok. Unfortunately, he's already dead thanks to the Order Deity's trick.
Maybe he's thinking it's a good thing he's dead now.
Anyway, there was no good future for him once he picked a fight with me. If you're going to strike first, you have to kill them. The only thing left for a loser is humiliation.
"T-this is insane!!!"
The bastard screamed.
Regardless, the TS drug spreading through his body took effect for sure. Soon, his body began to change.
The muscular, brawny body gradually shrank, transforming into a curvaceous, pleasing female form.
As his large frame shrank, his shoulders narrowed and much of his muscle disappeared. In its place, it became soft.
Also, he had been taking off his upper clothes, as if wanting to emphasize his masculinity, but his chest grew larger and larger until he had a respectable pair of breasts. His hips also grew larger, changing into a woman's pelvis.
Also, the bulging scrotum shrank and completely disappeared.
Most importantly, his rugged, masculine face changed into that of a sharp, beautiful woman. And on his head, which had not a single strand of hair, thick white hair sprouted and soon grew into long, flowing locks.
A woman with white hair and tanned, brown skin.
The bald, muscular Monk Kang Chan-seok had become a woman.
"Ah... what is this..."
His voice had changed too. To a thin voice.
"T-this can't be... this is... No!!! No!!!"
The bastard thrashed around wildly. He grabbed his newly grown hair, tore at it, screamed, and shed tears.
I didn't care what he did. Ha Jin-woo, whose face I had healed, approached me and asked.
His eyes were filled with a strong will to crush Kang Chan-seok right then and there.
The same was true for the four slaves who had fought with him. Their faces were full of a desire to vent their frustration.
"Hyung-nim. What should we do with him?"
"Don't kill him."
"Yes. Understood."
At least I had shut down his reproductive ability. That was the minimum mercy.
And then, the now-female Kang Chan-suk was led by the men's hands into the men's restroom.
Rest in peace. I wonder if Kang Chan-suk will succumb to the fall of the female or just lose his mind.
Either way, he's finished. Completely finished.
"Now, then."
I approached Han-seok Lee, who was still hanging his head, denying the entire situation.
"Hey. Lift your head."
He lifted his head.
His eyes were filled with deep hatred and anger. He wasn't broken yet.
"You, just a moment ago you mentioned someone named Hee-seon, right?"
"..."
"Who is that?"
Someone precious to him. Is she alive? If she's alive, I'll kill or violate her right in front of him.
If she's dead, I'd have to find another way to completely break his mind.
"My... my wife..."
"Hah. Is she alive?"
"No. She's already turned into a zombie..."
What a shame. If she were alive, it would have been easier to break him.
Then he continued, piece by piece.
"But... surely... if I kill you... she said she would revive her... but..."
Tears dripped from his eyes.
The tears were red.
"She said she'd save her? Even though she's already dead? Is that even possible?"
If resurrecting the dead was possible... I could completely crush this wretched bastard.
In response to my question, Indicron, who had been watching quietly, told me.
[There are several ways. But for now, all are impossible. The only way is to borrow the power of a deity. However, it will consume a massive amount of karma.］
It meant it was possible.
The good gods must have planned to save his wife in exchange for taking my head.
"If only... if only you had died!!!"
Blood-red tears streamed from his eyes.
He glared at me with pure hatred.
This is getting ridiculous.
"So, what the fuck? Am I supposed to die for your wife's sake? Ah, forget it. Don't answer. It's disgusting to hear. You fucking worm. You tried to kill someone who was minding their own business. Huh?"
This is a joke. I'm clearly the victim here.
I was attacked without reason. I almost died.
These bastards tried to kill me just because they were on a different side, following the words of the good gods. And now he's blaming me?
Did I kill his wife?
"Listen up. This is a disaster you brought upon yourself with your own greed."
"Grrrr..."
His twisted expression is so disgusting I can't stand it.
I'll show you hell, you worm.
"My deities."
[Speak. We are listening.］
Indicron answered, and Kashnax made her presence known.
I asked them.
"Can you save this bastard's wife?"
If they had killed me, he would have gotten his wife back. But since I won, doesn't that make his wife mine?
As a reward for a job well done, I wanted to receive a reward from the deities myself.
As if sensing my wish, Indicron smiled rarely and replied.
[Hahahahaha. I'm already looking forward to it. Very well. You have gained much from this victory. However, a little more price is required.］
"What is it?"
[The delicious despair that that fool will feel. I want that.］
I nodded.
That was exactly what I had wanted.