Chapter 188 – Cruelty

Quaang! Quaang!

Burst into the air.
The students cowered by the thunderous sound bowed down in unison, and Dre leisurely passed in the middle.

“…”

The principal froze.
What is this surreal sight?
Can something like this exist in modern times, in South Korea?
In broad daylight, a student gets hit with a shotgun and scatters fabric?
Where the hell did a young bastard get such a terrifying thing in the first place?
No, more than that, what about the recoil, and you shoot that thing with one arm?
Most of all, do you mean that a mere high school kid handles a gun skillfully just because he had no reason to shoot it?
There was a lot of work that I couldn’t understand anything, but I knew one thing.

Clap.

“Hee!”

Now, eight days are absolute.

‘Oh no. No!’

The headmaster gave a condescending smile.
Isn’t that shotgun intoxicated with a powerful weapon stupidly walking through the middle of the students?
Even if a few people rush at it from all sides, it will be overpowered.

But…

‘Stupid bastards. Why don’t you wake up!’

Death is scary for everyone.
In particular, there was no way that ordinary people, who at most thought blades like knives were dangerous, could recklessly attack Dre with an incomprehensible weapon called a shotgun.

But still, people are different.
Even when everyone is on their knees and succumbing to fear, there are always brave people.
A stout male student who had been waiting for an opportunity in a prone position rose to his feet and charged Dre.

‘Right!’

The moment when the principal smiled again.

Shukak.

“Uh?”

A kitchen knife was stabbed in the abdomen of the male student who was about to stand up.
The male student, who felt his body shrink from the burning pain and his breathing quickened, stopped rushing and gasped. Huh Eok. He let out a painful breath.
Grabbing his head, Dre groaned. I thought.

“Let’s see… Let’s see… Ah. I remembered.”
“Uh, uh…”
“You. Yerin tried to walk according to the school rules, but she got angry and threw herself over at Shinjin’s order, right?”
“Ah, ah…”

Kusik. Kusik.

“Ah?! Aaaaa!”

The knife stuck in the abdomen whirls. Started to turn slowly.
The male student’s tearing screams echo through the auditorium.

“You have to follow the school rules, my friend!”

Quack.

The knife pulled from his stomach was lodged in his eye, and he was left dead and scattered on the floor.

“Quaaaaa!”
“Oh ah ah ah ah!”

Students backed away from Dre like waves.
Dre ignored them all and came up to the church carefree.

“Hello. I’m eight days old, class 2 A, class 31. Recently, I’ve been obsessed with the manga called Mafia is Family! Please take good care of me.”

No one answered
Instead, I saw people trying to get up and sneak out of the auditorium. Said Dre.

“The chews who want to run away to say are fired in the head.”

Stop.
The students stopped, and then a male student shouted.

“If I stay here, everyone will die eventually! I’m leaving!”

He pushed and moved the people standing next to him, who angrily glanced at Dre and ran toward the entrance.

There are two entrances.
Dre just watched what they were doing, and as if he thought this was an opportunity, more people headed for the entrance to escape.
Dre, who was looking at the other entrance with a troubled expression on his face, um… Twisted his head in trouble.

“Oh fuck! It’s not open!”
“What! Why doesn’t it open!”
“Someone locked it outside!”
“Of course that bastard! Get out of the way! Kick it…”

Clap.

All of them were frozen by the sound of the Shinigami’s reloading, and right after.

Too-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

An eardrum-shattering roar rang in succession.
It was not a shotgun, but an automatic rifle strapped to his back.
Children on the side of the entrance where Dre had not entered collapsed screaming, and those trying to escape through the entrance on the side where Dre entered were stopped by a thunderous gunshot.
Some ran in panic and were shot in the back and fell.

“Nice shot!”

Dre excitedly clenched his fists.

“I’ve never played gun games. But now I think I can play gun games well, don’t I?”
“…”
“…”
“Oh, bye bye. You can go through the door over there. Well, you won’t be able to get out either way.”

Silence fell.
Despair overtook the students.
Sniff Weeping and moaning were heard everywhere. Quaang! A shotgun pierced the ceiling.
Fragments of the broken ceiling fell to the floor, and several were struck and injured.
Dre said amidst another scream.

“Quiet. Keep fighting, fellow students. Just listen quietly.”

Complete silence prevailed.
There were also people who could not stop screaming and covered their mouths with their hands.
Dre nodded his head in satisfaction and looked at the principal and the communicator who were standing awkwardly beside him.
The principal, who said that if he had been in the place where Sang Hyeon-jin died, he would surely have choked him for eight days, swallowed in vain and then lowered his eyes.

‘What. This child…’

Why
Why like Does it feel like standing in front of Goo-jin Kang or Jin-seung Shin, to a kid who hasn’t even lived half of himself?

“It seems that the other teachers, other than you two, did not sympathize with the training gang.”

The vice-principal who heard that made a displeased face.
However, when Dre shot him, he immediately relaxed and broke into a cold sweat.
Why is the principal talking about training? I thought. He didn’t know about the identity of the training.

Front again. Dre looked at the students below the podium and huffed and cleared her throat.

“All of the classmates and teachers here have something in common. What is it?”
“…”
“Even though I told you to keep your mouth shut, you have to answer at times like this. I’ll only look at you this time in particular. Then, would our lovely A classmates talk to you? Um… Ah. Mr. Ha-min Yoon!”

Yoon Ha-min flinched.
It’s a face that didn’t know his name would be called.

“I’m sorry. Out of Siyoung’s friends, I can only remember your name. So, I have a question. What do the 2nd year students of Yeomyeong High School, including you, have in common?”

Yoon Ha-min was trembling with fear no matter who saw it.
He seemed so terrified that he couldn’t even speak.
She was urging with her eyes to speak quickly, not knowing what else the madman might do next to her.
Shaking even more from the pressure around him, Ha-min Yoon barely opened his mouth.

“Uh, uh… We… Go. Shin… Shinjin… Ah…”

Couldn’t she have said that?
That moment.

Clap.

“Ah, ah, aww…!”

The sound of the reaper’s reloading.
But Dre wasn’t aiming at her.
The target was a male student from the student council.

“Uh, huh?”
“Looking at the name tag, you’re a senior. I’m sorry, senior. I thought Ha-min couldn’t speak properly. Could you answer for me?”
“…”

Seeing the gun pointed at him, the boy’s pants became wet.
Feeling his legs tremble, he replied.

“I was threatened… By Shin Jin-pae.”
“Also.”
“Go, Kang Gu-han. I was threatened…”

It’s the same story as before, but the boy got a creepy feeling thinking about it, but surprisingly, Dre didn’t say much about him.
Instead. He said something different.

“Also.”

Also?
Don’t you have anything in common?
The male student pondered and said in a confident voice.

“That, a weakness has been found…”
“Also.”

Nothing came to mind.
Usually nervous, he suddenly became angry.

“…I’m being pressured by you right now.”
“Also.”
“…”

I tried to reflexively sarcastically, as was my habit, but Dre didn’t even have a chin.
I knew the answer.
I know, but I hate to admit it.

“Also?”
“…”
“Also?”

The senpai was silent for a moment, so Dre smirked.

“Goodbye.”
“Now, wait! Yes! Actually…”

Quaang!

The boy whose head had been blown was rolling on the floor.
No more screaming from the students, they just stared at the horrific sight.

“Yes. There were two times when Yerin secretly threw away her shoes. You may not be able to tell me anymore. Then, please tell me this time.”

A high-spirited schoolgirl. In fact, she was a girl who was usually evaluated as being outrageous.
But she answered, weeping, with her servile face, without her usual bracing look.

“Ah, ah. Second, please put the gun… Away…”
“Answer.”
“Seconds, guns… From…”
“Ha. Goodbye…”
“Ah! Ahhhhh!

A screaming confession came out, and only then Dre smiled contentedly.

“Yeah. You did a good job. Hey everyone. The seniors showed a proper demonstration. Please give everyone a round of applause!”
“…”
“…”

Silence.

Dre laughed.

“Clap your hands. Fucking bitches.”

Match. Match…
Clap clap clap clap clap.

Thunderous applause echoes through the auditorium.
Watching Dre open his arms and be pleased with the applause, a man had other thoughts.
He was sympathetic

‘How many shots did you fire?’

I don’t know the model, but the number of bullets will gradually come to a limit.

‘When there are no more bullets in that damn gun. Then you have to subdue it.’

In order to consume the bullets, as before, idiots who couldn’t grasp the situation had to step in.
Even if it’s not the assholes, someone has to move.
The vice-principal didn’t want to take the risk himself.
He sneaked up behind one of the student council men.

And, Puck. Pushed hard.

“Oh, uh, ah…!”

As the man pushed toward Dre staggered, trying not to get close to him, losing his balance and getting close to him, the rapport pushed a few more distracted ones away.
Dre, who was just about to explain what the game was about, glanced back and scratched his cheek.

“Hmm.”

Four people.

A number that came close.
They all looked back in terror, glaring at the creature that had pushed them to death.
The vice-principal panicked when Dre, who knew he was going to shoot them right away, stayed still.

‘What’s the point?’

How can you be so calm in this precarious situation with four people surrounding you?
At this rate, you are about to die.
Dre opened his mouth as the principal broke into a cold sweat.

“Well, I don’t know if this game will not work properly if there is hope.”
“What, what?”

Dre held out his gun to the approaching senior.

“Sleep.”
“…”

What is the purpose of this
Dre even held out the automatic rifle strapped to his back to another student council boy.

“Without the gun, we’ll do something. That kind of hope isn’t good.”
“…”
“Pick this up and fight me. It’s simple. Pull the trigger, and I just die.”
“…”

On the podium, there were about ten students, including both men and women. And there is a vice-principal.
One third-year senior at a distance shook her head and backed off.
People are very reluctant to do something if it involves even the slightest risk to their lives or pain, and that is natural.
Fighting always results in pain.
The students did not want to engage in a fight that would inevitably lead to pain.
Most of them did.
Almost all of the student council members above the auditorium lowered their heads.
Dre saw the eyes of some who hadn’t bowed their heads yet.

“Hmm. Then the other three seem to have the will to fight. No. Are there any volunteers among those gathered in the auditorium, not just here?”

Are you sincere?
The other two boys hesitantly reached out to take the gun Dre handed them.
Dre pushed her guns further forward.
Okay.
That god of death’s weapon was trying to escape from the god of death’s hand.
The students below the auditorium were making a fuss.

“Okay. Let me tell you, it’s a rule that it starts after 3 seconds, not right away. If you don’t attack me first after receiving the gun, I won’t surprise you either. Here.”

Dre did indeed hand the gun to both of them, and one pointed it at Dre as soon as he accepted.
He stood still as if he hadn’t even responded.

“…Heh, hehe… You… You psycho bastard!! Get down on your knees! Get down on your knees you killer bastard!”

Buzz.
The students under the auditorium soon clamored, probably thinking that Dre had been subdued.

“Yes! Kneel!”
“What are you doing, Vice President! Kill me quickly!”
“Hey Seomu! You take the gun quickly too! Take it away!”
“You bastard! You pretended to be proud, but there’s nothing without a gun?!”
“Kill! Kill!”

Killing sound soon became a chorus sound.
Dre, who receives close to two hundred murderous intent and malice, only shrugs his shoulders.

“Knee, kneel. Or shoot…”
“That’s it. It’s not right in that position.”
“What?”
“You misplaced your aim, man. I’m giving you a chance, but again…”

Clap.

Bang!!

The automatic rifle fired sparks and Dre stood unconcerned.
Rather, some of the poor students were hit because the male student was embarrassed by the reaction and stepped back.

In between.

“Did you shoot?”
“Uh.”
“There’s nothing to say after looking around, then.”

When did you close the distance? No, now this… Will it die?
Boy. The word death came to the vice president’s mind.
He opened his mouth in a fit of rage.

“Wait a minute…! Wrong…!”

Pug.

A knife stuck in the stomach.
Shut it off… The vice president vomits a handful of blood while making a noise.
Dre drew his knife and stabbed him repeatedly, stabbing him in the side.

Fluffy fluffy.

“Aww, billion, now,. Wrong, kuck. Buy, save… Please!”

Tear. Pain. Blood. Guts. Appeal.
Things that would be unfamiliar to the general public are conveyed vividly.
After pulling his sword from his body and stopping, Dre looked down at him expressionlessly.

“Sah, save me…”
“What did you do to Yerin?”
“Ah, nothing…! I didn’t do anything…!”
“No, you stole slippers, went home and smelled them. Pervert bitch.”

The astonished vice president’s eyes were stabbed and pulled out.
Immediately after, knives are thrust into both sides of his neck, then his throat is pulled out with a chock aak bloody as Dre pulls his head.
Dre threw his head into the auditorium and moved alone in the quiet room, this time holding a shotgun strewn on the floor and holding it out to one of the students who had just left.

“Hey, you’ve waited until now and you’re a man.”
“…”

It wasn’t manly, it was just an obvious intuition.
If he had tried to pick it up, he would have died too.

“Come on. Take it.”

The male student put on a determined expression.
Then he took her gun and said.

“We’re… Cowards, sure, but not enough to die like this.”

He fell ill
He prioritizes anger over fear.
The moment he sensed it, Dre smiled contentedly and counted as he distanced himself.
A male student breaks into a cold sweat when he sees him unreservedly doing things that are against him.

“Three. Two. One~”
“Huh!”

Clap.

He saw how he shoots with his own eyes.
Do not imitate Dre, who shoots without resting on his shoulder. Properly holding onto his shoulder, bang. Bang. Firing.

But Dre disappeared.
To be precise, I jumped up and hid in the students’ forest under the auditorium, blocking my view.
He hesitated as he aimed at the students with trembling hands, and gnashed his teeth.

Okay.
This is a sacrifice for the sake of the great!!

“Huh!”

Quaang! Quaang

“Kyaaak!”
“Keoeouk…!”

A couple of students fell with one shot.
The other foot broke the poor floor.
And…

“I learned well.”
“…”
“When people are cornered, they can surprisingly do anything.”
“Come on, go to sleep…”
“And if you think you’re going to die, you’re servile.”

Kwashuk.

A knife pierced his neck.
Gurgling. As he struggled with the sound of boiling blood, the boy looked at him begging for help, but the blade mercilessly pierced the side of his neck.

“You’re Yerin involved in the gossip. Okay.”

Dump.

Dre retrieves a shotgun and an automatic rifle from the two fallen men.
He approached the vice principal this time.

“…!”

He almost made a pathetic sound for a moment, but he soon calmed himself down.
The magazine must be empty now because the two novice boys shot relentlessly…

‘No! This guy has a knife. I have to do something about this…’

He learned aikido.
I will take advantage of the opportunity and knock over eight days.
First, I decided to turn my mind elsewhere.

“This bastard… You bastard will be punished! Do you think he’ll be safe even after doing this!”

As a person who has been in the teaching profession for several decades, he has become accustomed to preaching.
There was something about the thunderous voice that made the listening student think that there was something wrong, even if there was nothing wrong.

And Dre giggled.

“What do you mean by the person who pushed you to search for the students?”

Did he know it from the beginning? He was speechless for a moment, but he soon began to speak evil.

“Where are you framed! I will do anything to protect my students!”

Come a little closer
More…
And Dre gets closer and closer as he hoped, tension gnawing at his throat… And…

“…Uh?”

Was this child this big?
The sympathizer, feeling as if a giant was standing in front of his eyes, went blank.
He learned aikido.
He also sparred.
There was no practice.

Being positioned above students and teachers for a long time, his pride grew stronger day by day, clouding his judgment. He wasn’t smart.
He’s just a frightened normal guy pretending to be smart.

Bawk!

“Ugh…”

Something hit me between the eyes.
The moment you feel the pain. Principal was already on the floor, and Dre kicked him, put his hand over his mouth, and grabbed his upper and lower mouth with both hands.

“You say that well. I had a question for myself, Vice Principal.”
“Ah, ah, ah…!”

One hand on the roof of his mouth, the other on his chin.
It wasn’t hard to imagine what he might do.

“Can a person speak even if the jaw joint is missing?”

Oops, Oops.

“Quaaaaa!”

A terrifying scream echoes through the auditorium.
By the time the sound had ended, an old man had fallen, wriggling with his jaw grotesquely open.

Dre got up and went back to the podium.
Then, the audience in the quiet room swept over. He looked around

“Kyaa. Our vice-principal. I acknowledge you as a true educator who teaches in person.”

No one made eye contact with Dre, who raised his thumb.
He shrank as if he would die if he met him.

“Yea. Thanks to the vice president and secretary Ki-bun, all of us have regained our energy. I’m so happy. Those who cursed at me earlier…”

“I’m sorry!”
“Isn’t that intentional…”

Quaang!

Ceiling shot. Broken material is pouring in stormwater.
Kwak bang. Students flinch whenever waste materials fall on the floor and make a loud sound.

“Shh. Quiet.”

Now they realized
Dre was the law here.

“Now, if you’re up for another challenge. Once the game starts, they won’t accept any more challenges, so hurry up and apply.”
“…”

No one answered
I just hope this time passes quickly.

“Oh then, is there no one there? Really? Really?”

Silence.

Dre laughed.

“Okay! Then let’s start with the name of the game. Name it. The truth game!!”

True game?
A murmur rose, and Dre put his hand over his mouth and gave a shh… Attention.
Everyone lowered their heads again like a mouse in front of a cat.

“You know everything? It’s often like going on school trips. Who do you like?”

“But.” Dre laughed.

That laugh
That light, but genuinely happy smile now looked like a demon.

“It’s not a general question, it adds a clear theme and penalty.”

The explanation of the rules continues in a quiet gown.

“The topic is, how did I get threatened by gangs of strong, new, and trainees, when did I succumb to the threats, and what did I do with it…”

Looking around the crowd, Dre sensed an inescapable smell of fear.
And he continued with great satisfaction in horror.

“First of all, there are a lot of people, so let’s start one class at a time. The time limit is one minute. When the exposure is over within that time, the students in that class point their fingers at the person who seems to have lied the most. There are a lot of them, so let’s designate them in groups of three. Of course, those three must be penalized.”

What is the penalty
Everyone was curious and, in fact, guessed.
But he wanted to deny reality, and Dre wouldn’t let that happen.

“The penalty is simple.”

Clap.

Dre smiled grimly as he loaded his shotgun.

“Either die, or get hit enough to die.”