๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ซ
Thud.
Thud, thud.
Blood gushed from Jiken’s severed lower body.
Everyone shivered at the grotesque sight.
“H-hey, hey!”
“Eek!”
Siwoo wiped the blood from his dagger onto Jiken’s clothes.
This is why I like black. It’s easy to clean up after.
“There are four left.”
A cold killing intent flowed from his eyes like a blade.
“R-Run away!!”
“Damn it!”
The survivors ran for the exit. They thought to themselves,
‘๐๐๐๐ฉ’๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐ช๐ข๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ง ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง! ๐๐ฉ’๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐!’
ใ๐๐ฅ’๐ค ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ ๐จ-๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐จ. โ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ช ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ค ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฃ’๐ค ๐ค๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐’๐ฅ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐.ใ
“Shut up.”
Siwoo chuckled.
He tapped his toe on the floor.
Mana from his dantian surged through his leg muscles, releasing energy.
Siwoo’s figure disappeared, and the sound of wind cut through the nightclub.
Whir-r-r-r-r
Bam!
Smash!
Thwack!
The gruesome sounds continued.
The necks of the running gang members were sliced one by one, fountains of blood erupting.
It all happened almost simultaneously.
“H-Hey, h-hey, sob!”
The youngest member of the gang, who was running in the front, fell to the floor, his legs giving out.
Thud.
After he fell, something else thudded to the floor.
He turned around, his face trembling.
There was no one standing.
“H-Hyung. . . . . . ?”
“He’s gone.”
Siwoo stood next to him.
The youngest let out a strange sound, not quite a sigh or a lament.
It was a bizarre sound, like a deflating balloon.
He had entered the gang with the intention of making a lot of money.
For two years, he had done dirty work, and only recently had he become a regular employee and received a badge.
As an E-rank Awakener, all he could do as a Hunter was mine mana stones or transport monster corpses.
The dream was glamorous, but the reality was a mess.
That’s why he had come to Cerberus, hoping to make it big.
He had thought that if he just stayed there for 5 or 10 years, he would become a high-ranking executive, but in this place. . . . . .
“Hey.”
“. . . . . . ?”
“Reality is different from novels.”
“S-Sir!”
Smash.
The youngest staggered and collapsed to the floor.
Blood soaked his back.
His body twitched occasionally.
Siwoo wiped the blood from his sword and put it back in its sheath.
Thud, thud.
He leaned towards the unconscious Gang-ho.
Woooosh
A bright golden light enveloped Gang-ho’s head.
Once again, his wounds were healed.
A speed and perfection that was unimaginable for ordinary healers.
Siwoo kicked his head.
A loud crack echoed from his toe and his skull.
“Kuaaagh!! W-What, what is this!!”
“Hey.”
Gang-ho’s body stiffened at the voice.
Instinctively, his body trembled, like a dog’s body stiffens at the sound of a tiger’s roar. It was a very natural reaction.
“Grr. . . . . . Aaaah. . . . . .”
“What are you saying, you cripple.”
Drool ran from Gang-ho’s mouth.
Mixed with the blood he had shed so far, it soaked his clothes.
Siwoo kicked Gang-ho in the abdomen.
It was an incredible speed that Gang-ho, a B-rank Hunter, couldn’t even follow with his eyes.
Bam!
“C-Cough. . . . . . ugh!!”
Gang-ho curled up on the floor like a shrimp, clutching his stomach as if he couldn’t breathe.
“Get up. Before I half-kill you.”
“Ugh. . . . . . ah. . . . . .”
At that eerie threat, Gang-ho got up, tears and snot running down his face.
He couldn’t tell if he couldn’t breathe because he had been hit in the abdomen or because of the man’s terrifying aura.
Even when the gate level changed and a monster came out that they hadn’t expected, even when he had a life-or-death fight with another Hunter, even when he was left alone in a war with an enemy organization.
He had never been this scared.
This man was a perfect predator.
A perfect monster.
‘๐’๐ข ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ฎ.’
Gang-ho’s legs shook like a baby impala.
“Why am I doing this?”
Siwoo asked with a cold, indifferent look.
Even his calm tone of voice sounded anything but ordinary when he spoke.
“I. . . . . . D-Don’t know, s-sir. . . . . .”
“How many times did you hit me earlier?”
“W-What. . . . . . ?”
Gang-ho looked at Siwoo as if he was asking what kind of question that was.
Who counts and hits like that?
“Twenty-three times.”
Siwoo said each word clearly and deliberately.
“I was hit twenty-three times by you.”
“. . . . . . Y-Yes.”
“So I have to hit you the same number of times.”
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