Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Ga-eul the Dentist
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"Hello?"
"Hngh."
"These punks, what a jumpy bunch."
"Fuckin' hell."
He naturally drew a knife from his waistband. That was no amateur move—he'd done it plenty of times before.
"How'd you know I like this place and gather all nice and cozy like this?"
They must've thought it was perfect for keeping watch—they were huddled in the wide loading yard.
I shot a glance at Albert, and the loading yard's iron gate, which was always open, began to slowly close.
—Kiiiek. Thud!
📢 STREAM STARTED 📢 Hangyul-nim has started broadcasting [What's this, boss?]
[Why's Winter logging in outta nowhere?]
"What's with these assholes' speech? You North Koreans or what?"
[????]
[What's the situation?]
I pulled out the mask I'd gotten from the junk shop—the one that'd stuck with me all this way—and slipped it on.
[Whoa, those dudes have knives?]
[Wtf is going on here?]
"It's me."
"I'm K-Secret Weapon, Winter."
While the enemies reeled from my slick intro, the one who looked like the boss stepped forward.
"Put the knife away. The old lady said no injuries."
"That bitch sent you?"
He flinched at my words—looked like I'd hit the nail on the head.
[Is she talking about that old hag from the yacht party?]
[Sounds like it from the 'old lady' bit.]
[Shit, call the cops quick—that's where Ga-eul had her bread meet-up!]
"Watch your mouth."
A quick glance at my phone showed they couldn't see me, and the chat was going nuts.
"Hello?"
[Holy shit, you scared me]
[What the hell's that mask?]
[Isn't that an emo mask?]
"Good viewers, just sit back and watch quietly, okay?"
[Boss is actually insane?]
[Ga-eul, quit messing around and call the cops already]
"Just come quietly. If you're enemies with us, you won't last long."
[That speech is straight-up ethnic Korean from China lol]
"I have no idea who this Ga-eul is. I'm K-Secret Weapon, Dildo Master, Winter."
[You crazy bitch, you made it even longer!]
[Knew it since she bought that poison major]
I extended the stand's legs and adjusted it to show off nicely.
"You stepped up first 'cause you wanna go down first, right?"
"You little shit, talkin' like a four-year-old. Pale bitch, if you don't wanna see your own folks bleed, come quietly."
Five guys stinking of bloodlust.
They'd brought quite the crowd.
As I approached the front guy, the stench grew thicker.
"Your mouth makes me wanna slap it raw."
"Huh."
I couldn't kill them, so I had to control my strength.
"Damn, up close you're a real looker."
He shoved his face in mine, rotten breath hitting me too.
—Crack! Crunch!
"Guh."
Thud.
The slap snapped his neck and buckled his knees at once.
"That's K-Slapping First for the Win."
[????]
[Wtf just happened]
"Your boss is down?"
The others, still clueless, quickly drew knives.
Just like on the yacht, these guys loved their sashimi knives.
"Fuck! Don't kill 'em!"
"Fuck off."
They charged with well-honed blades.
Thanks to smashing those wooden puppets, power naturally flowed into my left eye.
Guessing they'd kill me if they stabbed, they swung left to right.
Whoosh!
I ducked, wind whistling over my head.
"Ball Buster Kick!"
—Crunch!
"Grk!"
Something squishing under my toe.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ A portion of Sin Sense is erased. "Two."
The third guy stabbed instead, figuring the others failed.
Even so, in my slowed world, he crawled like a maggot.
"Ink Thrust!"
Squelch!
Felt like popping jelly from my fingertips.
"Gaaah! My eye! My eye!!!"
"Three."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ A portion of Sin Sense is erased. I gathered strength in my toes and kicked the dirt hard, gravel flying like buckshot.
While he clutched his eye, I slammed my knee up.
"Knee Kick!"
—Crack!
"Gaaaaah!"
His leg twisted grotesquely from the kick.
"Your homeland's Aiur now, Protoss punk."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ A portion of Sin Sense is erased. The last fifth guy stayed quiet.
"Come on, you pussy, hurry up?"
"...I surrender."
"Good, come here."
—Crunch.
The hesitant guy spotted my clenched fist and approached slowly.
"Nape Slap!"
—Smack!!
He crumpled to the dirt without a sound, out cold from the blow to the back of his head.
"Five."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ A portion of Sin Sense is erased. [Insane, what did I just witness]
[Does that even work?]
[Did Ga-eul hire them?]
[Bullshit, legs bent backward—hired my ass]
[Fights so dirty lol]
[This Street Fighter?]
—Hiss, hiss.
"Whew—. That's it for you good boys."
[Wait a sec]
[Boss!!]
📢 STREAM ENDED 📢 Hangyul-nim has ended the broadcast This should be warning enough for the old Hongmun bastard. Or maybe a provocation.
As I exhaled cigarette smoke and ended the stream, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Miss."
"Yes."
"I'll handle cleanup."
"Not done yet. Can you gather them in one spot?"
I'd seemed so frail, but after this mess, you'd think he'd be shocked—yet Albert kept his stoic face.
Even so, he silently dragged each face-planted thug over.
Three with crushed eyeballs and balls, knees backward.
Two with snapped necks from slaps and napes KO'd.
"Whew——"
As I waited, smoking, the two KO'd guys started stirring.
"Ugh... m-my legs..."
"Your neck's broken, so your legs won't move."
"Hngh. You fuckin' whore, die!!"
The boss-looking guy suddenly pulled a pistol from his coat.
—Crunch crunch.
"Gaaaaah!"
"What're you gonna do with that toy?"
I crushed the hand gripping the pistol, bone shards bursting out and bloodying his wrist.
"Alright, round two. Hello?"
Too much pain to even greet back—he just groaned.
"Why no hello? Want me to yank an eyeball too?"
"Guh... n-nice to meet you!"
"Good boy."
I stubbed my cig and approached; his pupils dilated.
"I'll talk! I'll spill everything!"
"Didn't even ask yet."
I grabbed his cheek hard as he flailed in terror on the dirt.
"Ugh! Ugaaa!"
"It's fine. Say 'ahh', ah—"
"Uwaaa!"
Teeth visible between spread lips—I reached in.
The ridges made it hard to grip.
Kept slipping, so I jammed my nails in.
—Scrape!
Each dig cracked teeth; he thrashed.
"Aaaa!! Fuck!!"
"Hey now, patient. Keep moving and you'll get hurt."
"Aaaa!!!"
—Smack!
"Patient! Light nape anesthetic administered. Snap out of it."
"Ugaaa."
Thrashing stopped, but weird cries continued.
"Patient! Your mouth reeks of shit—looks like rotten teeth. Time for extraction!"
"Ugaaaa!!!"
—Crunch! Crunch crunch!
Pulled out like yanking weed roots by force.
The extracted tooth had a sharper tip than expected.
"Gurrrk."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ A portion of Sin Sense is erased. ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Beginning to grow numb to sin. ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Demonic Eye absorbs fear. "Bad diet? Keeps dinging."
"Hngh... ughhh."
"Phew! Customer—no, patient. Keep freaking out and I'll pull another?"
Even now, he shook his head desperately—used to pain, apparently.
"Let's see. Who's intact."
The ones with good legs were the eyeball, balls, and nape trio.
"You, you, you. Front and center."
The pointed trio's gazes shifted to the gap-toothed guy.
Still not enough.
"Duh-lan! What's this?"
"D-don't know."
Front tooth gone, his answer hissed out.
"Pleasure."
I grabbed his collar and shoved; legs useless, his upper body flopped over.
"Pants ain't expensive, right? Gonna plug ya."
Anal dead-on.
"Hngh, d-don't..."
"It's fine, won't kill ya."
I stomped the dildo's base, fabric ripping with pops.
"Hard-nub type—might sting a bit."
Pop. Pop.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Pop.
Special summon dildo—nice and thick.
Let me follow Pascal-sensei's teachings perfectly.
Squelch!
"Gaaaaah!!"
Dildo tore pants and sank full hilt.
His pants bloodied—asshole ripped, probably.
"Three guys."
The eye-contact ones trembled.
"Won't plug you lot."
"R-really?"
"Yeah. Come here."
They approached reluctantly.
"Hands."
"H-hands?"
"Palms out."
First one opened his palm—I slapped a grenade in and locked eyes.
Vrrr—!
Power in my right eye, sick feeling of kneading his brain washed over me.
"You're the Thermite Grenade. Shove it in that old 'granny' somehow."
"Hngh..."
"That's your dream."
"M-my dream..."
Delusion sank in; he muttered to himself, mind gone.
"Next."
Next guy sweated bullets under my gaze.
"C-can't do it."
"Then die."
"W-we're just grunts. Can't reach the old lady."
"Nah, you can. Ram a big truck into her place if you have to. Worst case, toss it at her closest aide."
Handed the pair cute yellow-skull grenades.
"Albert."
"Yes, m-miss...! E-eyes."
He flinched when I turned.
"Yes?"
"N-nothing. Must've misseen."
"Cops'll move once specified—handle this, please."
"Got it."
"And these guys can go back?"
"Yes. Via port."
"Thanks."
My left eye throbbed since earlier.
Left Albert to it and stepped out; from my chest, Baeksul wriggled free.
"Master."
"Yeah."
"Call."
Baeksul's random lines weren't new, but I still didn't get it.
"What?"
Baeksul poked the air with cute paw.
Familiar gesture.
"Wha—?"
World flipped.
Dark vision cleared—spring gushing from earth.
Lotus covered it; bodhi tree sprouted above.
Thick grassy scent.
⚙ DIVINE SYSTEM ⚙ The Mandala rises. The Absolute Divinity prepares descent. The Holy Demonic Grounds tremble. Divinity prioritizes Heavenly Peach's safety. Lowering divine presence. Sealing itself. The First Disciple of the Tathagata descends. Maudgalyayana of Infinite Wisdom descends!! Chest heaved—hard to breathe.
Some vast, incomprehensible enormity slowly descended.
Cautious.
Like an elephant fretting over stepping on an ant.