Episode 79 – Ah, a heavy and cool feeling

Seeing the kid being dragged away, I quietly followed them into a back alley. Those bastards went in through the back door of a shabby building, and apparently there’s even a sentry guarding the back door of that building, so that’s probably where the kidnappers were. There is a way to just attack and destroy it from now on, but… If you kill him with magic or subdue him head-on, it’s obvious that there will be a commotion. Then there is only one way.

I kicked the half-shattered oak barrel next to me. It wouldn’t be audible inside the building, but it sounded just right enough that one of the guards could hear it. Of course, he came to check the source of the sound.

“It’s a cub.”

If it was like a Western movie, Surprise Motherfucker! would have said

I covered his mouth with my left hand. There was a way to strangle him with his right hand or break his neck to kill him, but it took too much time or there was a possibility that he would accidentally make a sound.

Since I’m not a gambler, I chose the surest and least time-consuming method. After tightening the thumb of his right hand and contracting the muscles, he pierced the neck. At first, he resisted fiercely, but as he continued to poke him like that, he soon became quiet and then fell down on his own.

“Don’t do things like this in your next life.”

Upon entering the building, the children saw only an abandoned warehouse. I don’t really like this kind of development… but apparently there is no second floor, so it is said that there is a basement. Magic is meant to be used at times like this.

“Water spirit, flow towards the path I seek.”

When I brushed off the water collected on my fingertips, the water droplets began to flow in one direction. Following the drops of water, I saw a rotten wooden box. When the wooden box was lifted, the entire floor was lifted. To write a shallow number.

As the floor lifted, I saw mossy gray steps, and I went down them. And what appeared was the sewage system. The stench stinging my nose stimulated my sense of smell, but more surprising were the lanterns hanging on the sewer walls. Lanterns aren’t something that lasts that long, but someone is taking care of them periodically… Fuck, it seems like it’s been quite some time since these bastards left their seats. If so, it means that the number of kidnapped children is quite high.

I felt dirty with old memories that kept coming back to me.

Just then, a group of children were walking towards me. Did you mean to finish the job and bring in more children?

They also drew their weapons without saying a word. To think they were trying to use a longsword or an ax in such a narrow place really made me curious about what was going on in their heads. Unless you have udon noodles in your head, you can’t think such a stupid thing. A short weapon such as a knife is better in such a confined space, but using such a long weapon is suicidal. And I made their wishes come true.

“Thunderbolt, crawl like a snake.”

Of course, only three people listened to the suicide attempt, and the other one did not. He seemed to have lost his fighting spirit when he saw his comrades who had become electric grilled.

I walked over to him and stepped on the ground. That Jin-gak he used when he kidnapped the little pickpocket just now. Perhaps the inside was a little unstable, the floor vibrating strongly. I thought it would be better to nourish magic with a large scope here.

“Hey you fucking bastard.”

“Huhhh…”

He let out an incomprehensible sound and even got his pants wet. It seemed that he was a pup who hadn’t even learned to potty train.

“Where are the kidnapped children?”

“I don’t know! Even if I know, I can’t teach you!”

“What kind of loyalty is that? Not bad.”

there are sometimes Idiots who don’t know where I stand and go wild like this. Of course, he knew very well how to deal with such an idiot.

“Hey, take off your clothes.”

“Yeah?”

“Take off your shirt if you don’t want to be left behind.”

I wasn’t particularly interested in the male body. Rather, if there is a man who seduces me naked, I will rip out his intestines and kill him.

He hesitated in fear, and I acknowledged his mental and physical weakness and tore off his jacket with a knife.

He was crying because he thought I was trying to rape him. If I was interested in a man, I wouldn’t be interested in a guy who looked like a bandit. I slashed the skin of the child’s back as it was. I did not pierce deeply, but only thin enough to peel off the skin. I tried to draw a square, but did not draw a side.

And he squeezed the dangling skin.

“Quaaagh!”

Lifting it up like this was the torture of ‘removing the shirt’ that Middle Eastern terrorists were subjected to when they were caught.

“Hey, shut up and guide me. If you don’t make a lot of noise or guide me, I’ll lift this as it is. Okay?”

“Yes! Yes! I will guide you! So only your life!”

Personally, I hate these crap more. Rather, those who did not give in to the torture and endured to the end, at least closed their eyes. But just because you tasted some pain, it’s like blowing it away.

I followed him deep into the sewers. And as I continued to walk through the maze-like sewer, I saw a huge door that was not like a sewer. Was it meant to be used as a shelter in case of emergency? The structure was complicated, and it seemed that it was like that, seeing as it was equipped with a room like this.

As soon as I opened the door and went in, the fishy smell of blood wafted out. It was a terrible sight that I do not want to describe in words. Children were crying, confined in narrow cages that might have been confined to puppies, and children who rebelled were dragged into a corner and beaten mercilessly.

“Such a dog…”

Then, I saw the face of one of the children who had been beaten. It was that pickpocket kid. The child who had been beaten soon became limp. Memories of the old ‘facility’ that I didn’t want to keep coming back to mind.

The guys who beat the child didn’t pay much attention to me, probably because they thought it was the company of the baby I brought. And the kid who brought me said cautiously.

“I… I brought you, so I…”

“Lightning, crawl on the ground.”

Just like that, he was destroyed with magic. oh fuck…

After I had beaten him, the two who had been beating the child realized that I was the assailant and attacked. A thick iron club came in aiming for my head, and if I use the magic like this and avoid them, the children will get hurt.

so i didn’t write

Instead, my fingertips just pierced their necks. An unpleasant and filthy sensation every time you feel it, this filthy touch of sticky, hot blood. And as I pulled my hand out, I felt the warmth of the blood splashing on my face.

Every time I feel it, I feel like shit.

They died instantly, and I ran straight to the dead child. As expected, it was too late, after the child had stopped breathing.

“Oh fuck… fuck…”

It became difficult to breathe. The corpses of children in front of my eyes. That’s why, even when I was on the job, I didn’t accept requests to kill children. Because once you see it, you feel dirty. And especially if it’s a face with a very short acquaintance.

My body felt hot and my heart started beating fast. At that moment, something I had barely suppressed was about to explode. But at that moment, I heard my friend’s voice.

[Haa… You’re acting like an idiot again.]

that voice again On days when I saw a corpse like this, I always heard this voice.

[Come on~ You promised me, right? I will always be a cheerful and bright person.]

ah… it was I promised that, but I completely forgot. He had to be a bright, cheerful, cheerful person. I had to bury my original self and become someone like you. Not the one who frowned like an idiot and spit out negative comments.

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I recalled and put in all the words the child had playfully spat out. And with them, I suppressed the original me.

I felt a little refreshed. I just closed the poor pickpocket’s eyes.

“Requiescat in Pace.”

I returned the knife to the child. It is common sense among Confucians to return borrowed items.

“Your brother will kill all the bad guys who killed you.”

It was a caution not to accept free requests, but this time it was different. Just like senior Muteva Gizenga said, sometimes you get a request for free.

And I told the kids who were stuck there.

“Wait a little bit. I’ll come back to get you.”