Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Subjugation
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Bullets and mana attacks poured down from the raiders.
I ignored them all and charged straight at the bastards.
The bullets and mana blasts harmlessly bounced off my mana armor, fizzling out into nothing.
I leaped into their midst, swinging my spear, and hurled mana spears at those farther away.
As the chaos erupted, more of them started popping out from everywhere.
"What the fuck?! Who's that dark-skinned fucker!?"
The raiders swarmed in, but my spears pierced through them relentlessly—Awakeners and normals alike.
The ones still standing dwindled fast.
It was a one-sided slaughter.
Realizing their attacks weren't landing at all, terror began to twist their faces.
I spotted one trying to flee in panic.
Of course, I wasn't about to let him go.
Those types got a mana spear as top priority.
"Gaaack!!"
The spear impaled the runner's chest, sending him tumbling across the floor.
"I-I'm innocent!"
That's when one yelled it out, dropping flat to the ground.
"M-Me too!! I'm innocent!"
That sparked it—raiders everywhere hit the deck, swearing their innocence.
"Hmph..."
Rough count: about eight or nine survivors left.
"Where's your boss."
I asked the sleazy-looking one who seemed like he'd talk easy.
"B-Boss, you say?"
"Yeah. Take me to him."
"Y-Yes? Uh, got it."
Sensing told me the boss vibe was on the top floor.
Highest mana signature? Obvious pick for leader.
I had a rough idea of the spot, but knowing it and navigating there were different beasts.
The terrified guide shuffled ahead hesitantly.
I followed.
The others eyed me warily as I set off for the boss.
"What're you waiting for? You lot follow too."
At my words, the survivors trailed behind me reluctantly.
But these punks couldn't ditch their thug instincts—sure enough, the ones following tried to backstab me.
The outcome was predictable.
I skewered their skulls nice and friendly-like.
They'd all planned a group ambush, originally...
But unity? Yeah, right.
Half chickened out at the last second.
Some eyed escape; they got mana spears without fail, which quieted the rest down nicely.
As we climbed, more raiders jumped out—skewered on my spear or claiming innocence to tag along.
The backstabbers thinned the "innocents," but reinforcements swelled their ranks past ten.
"Hold up."
"Yes?"
"Lots of people this way."
I caught the guide trying to skip the floor.
He looked shocked I knew, but I ignored him and headed there.
I opened the door where a ton of humans pinged on sense.
Inside: one guy, terrified, knife to a naked woman's throat.
"D-Don't move if you don't want this bitch dead."
What nonsense was this?
Hostage situation now?
Did I look like some justice crusader?
"Fuck! I'm not dying a—"
He didn't finish—toppled backward, mana spear already buried in his skull before he registered.
The captive woman froze, splattered in his blood.
I scanned the room.
Dozens of naked women huddled against the walls, curled up tight.
They were in rough shape.
Fear from me or the fresh corpse? Their eyes screamed terror either way.
I got the gist. No raiders left, so I turned to go.
The guys behind watched me like hawks.
Expecting righteous fury or some shit?
I'd sensed the crowd, moved to check—no stragglers.
"Lead on."
I said nothing more; relief flickered across the guide's face.
"Yes! Right away!"
-Bang!
I kicked open the massive door.
-Bang!
Gunshot on entry—bullet flying, axe dropping from the side.
I ignored the bullet, snapped the axe handle, and smashed it into its wielder's forehead.
Mana spear to the shooter's head.
"Die!!"
A brutish guy swung a huge hammer at my skull next.
The hammer gleamed with faint blue mana.
I caught the incoming swing one-handed.
"Huh?"
He blurted in shock at how easily I'd stopped it.
This was the boss.
Low kick to his left leg.
-Crunch!
Leg snapped inward, bone protruding.
"Gaaah!!"
Awakener toughness kept the leg attached, at least.
His face contorted in agony.
I didn't buy physiognomy, but...
This guy made it tempting.
"You the boss?"
"Aaaagh!! M-My leg!"
He ignored me, writhing and clutching it.
I speared his good thigh.
-Thud!
The long spear pierced clean through, embedding deep in the floor.
"Gyyyaaah!"
"You the boss?"
"Khk! Y-Yes!! Yes!! I-I'm the boss!!"
Five signatures next door.
"What's with the ones next door?"
"M-My girls."
He sweated buckets answering.
No reason to buy it—I opened the side door.
Huge bed, lavish decor.
Naked women there stared at me anxiously.
Bruise marks everywhere on their bodies.
Still, head honcho's stock—hotter than the ones downstairs.
Check done, I plopped onto the massive sofa that screamed "boss throne."
Boss endured his leg pain, standing awkwardly with the "innocents."
"Pathetic."
Back home, I'd killed plenty—but today outpaced my whole life.
No guilt, though.
Expected this since arriving.
Luckier than thought: met decent folks till now.
Humans are complicated. I dismissed it as pointless, yet here I was, hunting "maybes."
Half-assed conscience? Didn't want loose ends, too lazy to check every one.
"Any runners?"
"Yes! Some headed to Sejong City."
The guide piped up quick—my school base raiders.
"One team?"
"Y-Yes..."
Split forces? Good—handle these, done.
"You lot innocent?"
"Yes! Totally!"
Thugs with soldier-level unison.
Desperate survival play.
But a voice shut it down.
"N-No!! They're not!!"
Naked woman there—bruised body, neck marks.
One from the boss's room.
"Not innocent?"
"No!"
Her eyes blazed fury.
"She says no."
"........."
The "innocents" rolled eyes, sweating cold.
"Deadlock? Majority vote."
"Huh?"
"Wanna call more on your side?"
"Huh? Y-Yes! W-Wait!!"
She bolted out.
Soon returned with over twenty naked women.
From the hostage room I'd cleared.
No shame despite nudity—their dead eyes told the tale.
"Good. Majority rules your innocence."
The survivors paled.
I mana-bound their limbs preemptively—no last-ditch bullshit.
Tied up, they wormed on the floor like bugs.
Boss clutched the spear pinning his thigh, sweating and eyeing me.
Leader treatment: mana spears through both arms, pinned to the floor.
"Aaaagh!! No!"
One busted leg, skewers in all limbs—like a pinned bug specimen.
The naked women circled them.
"Speak if any here you think innocent."
"........."
Silence, as expected.
"Want revenge?"
Their eyes lit up.
I dumped saws, axes, hammers from inventory.
They gawked at the gear raining down, then grabbed the nasty tools one by one.
Raiders' eyes shook with each pickup.
"P-Please..."
"Forgive me once!!"
"N-No!"
Their pitiful screams echoed through the room for a good while.