Chapter 112 – 112. Waiting

Except for a few who were kept alive out of necessity, they captured every last gangster left in the building.

“Ha…”

All limbs were cut off.

Not a single one is left out.

Even those who were dying were forcibly treated and their arms and legs were separated.

This act was very important.

Because it felt like I was killing a bug.

I’m telling them.

You are nothing but insects.

They are just bugs who can’t do anything in the face of an overwhelming power and tear off limbs.

It’s like pulling out a dragonfly’s wings or pulling out a katydid’s legs when you’re a child. He was killed by persistently chopping off his limbs.

I hope you feel pain until the moment you die.

I hope that I die in fear until the moment I die.

Above all, since the handicap of spiritual and physical transactions had not been sealed yet, in order to use spiritual and physical transactions, it was necessary to catch and kill them all in close combat.

“Haa..”

Even though they killed me so mercilessly, I still felt frustrated.

A knot that has not yet been resolved remains in my heart and torments me.

What is this feeling?

Is it regret?

Or is it sorry?

If I had come down a little faster, I definitely could have saved Seongho.

If I had thought of my family a little more first, my younger brother would definitely not have died.

Her mother she wouldn’t have been so broken, and her father she wouldn’t have come here to get revenge and have her fingers cut off.

I felt like it was all because of me. I felt like I had neglected my family too much.

I was sorry. I regret it.

My head hurts.

It feels like my bones are splitting.

I feel like I’m going crazy.

It’s not a joke, really.

[Sanity level: 47/100]

[Sanity level: 32/100]

[Sanity level: 22/100]

“Fuck..”

Let’s not do this.

Why is this my fault?

Why is this my fault?

There are other kids who did something wrong, so let’s not suffer from this kind of trivial guilt.

All I have to do is get revenge on those who killed my brother. Revenge is not over yet.

The true enemies are still alive. The people I killed here were just objects of my anger.

“Choi Sang-min. Sangcheol Yoo. Jongwoo Lee. Lee Bong-gyu. Gujin Jin. Only Noh Sang.”

These are the names of those who must be killed.

These are the names of enemies who can never be easily killed.

“Jichul. “You must be sure about these guys, right?”

“Yes.. Hwa, I’m sure… “

“Okay. I understand.”

Choi Ji-cheol, the leader of the gangsters who was stabbed dozens of times with the secret weapon of the shadow.

Choi Sang-min’s older brother.

I heard from him the names of the men who killed my brother yesterday.

Even the guy who tried to protect his younger brother at first had no choice but to open his mouth in the end.

Because if you get stabbed by the secret passage of darkness, you won’t be able to tell any lies.

Because if you get stabbed with a knife, it hurts really bad. Because I kept stabbing him until he spoke.

“Okay, then I heard everything. Now my dad needs to be punished for making me look like that, right? Is not it? Answer me.”

“Please, please… Please… Save me…”

“Please save me.? You cut off my dad’s finger and fed it to the dog. But you want me to live now? Fuck, that’s not it. Now you have to beg for death. Rather, I should just pray for him to die comfortably. Are you thinking of living without shame? “You bastard with a conscience.”

“Je, Jebaaal…”

I have no intention of looking at it.

Appeals based on emotion have no meaning to me.

How many people have already been killed, and now you’re just looking after me?

There is no forgiveness in my dictionary.

Until now, they have captured and killed countless people who begged for their lives. Do you think they will feel pity or sympathy now?

It’s too late to stop. I’ve already got my hands dirty, and now my hesitation is gone.

I don’t know about morals, morality, ethics, love for humanity, anything like that anymore.

I don’t want to agonize over it, and I don’t want to dig into it either.

Now that’s…

Because I realized that it had no meaning.

In this world, it’s better if you’re strong. It is natural for the weak to die.

That’s right. Because he was weak, my younger brother was beaten to death, and my father lost a finger.

If you are weak, you should die without a word.

“Right? Jicheol.”

“Yes..?”

“I want to cut off my thumb first. Otherwise, I will cut off my index finger first.”

“Please.. Just this once… It was my little brother’s fault.. But why!!! Why do I have to die!!!!”

“Index or thumb. “If you don’t answer, I’ll pull your teeth out.”

“Fuck, fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Oh, index finger… “

“Index finger. Confirm.”

Grumpy.

“Oh ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!”

When his index finger he was torn from his body his his, Choi Ji-cheol, who was sitting on a chair and tied with chains, urinated and screamed.

The smell of ammonia was unpleasant, so I slapped the guy in the face several times, then silently cut off the remaining fingers one by one and threw them to the dog who was locked in a cage.

Take it well and eat it. How many days has that dog starved? How many fingers did he get trapped in that cage?

I felt sorry for the dog because he didn’t know anything, but I didn’t even think about releasing him from the cage.

If you get bitten by a dog incorrectly, you will get sepsis.

“Ugh… Ugh…”

“Hey. “You don’t have any fingers left?”

“Off…”

“It hurts. How many people have you done this painful thing to? Look here. It’s full of blood stains from people who were dragged in. If he was bored, he would have dragged him down and killed him. “You dirty bastard.”

“Shit.. Fuck.. So.. Sooooo!!!!! What!!!! What can I do – keaaaaa!!!!”

“Where are you screaming?”

“Now, wait!!! Wait a minute, wait a minute!!!!!!”

Their workplace, which we observed through trace observation, was indescribably terrible.

There were so many traces that it was hard to tell how many people had died inside.

Half of them would have been harassed and killed for fun, and half would have been killed as a purge for the future of the organization.

Well, I have no interest in what happens behind the scenes. What’s important is that these guys had fun here.

Because right now, my father was dragged down here and was being tortured.

When I reunited with my father, there was no such thing as an ideal reunion between family members. Where is the time to do something like that?

You are tied up in chains and your fingers are cut off. Are you going to burn them and ask, ‘Are you okay?’

We need to think about rescuing and treating them quickly.

Anyway, I rescued my father who was crying out in pain, cut off the limbs of the bastards here, dragged his leader down and sat him down in the same chair my father was sitting in.

Dad left me in the van. Not only did my father not have the presence of mind to talk to me, I also did not have time to take care of him until he came to his senses.

My father was in a strange state, I was in no condition to take care of anyone, and there were still a lot of people left to kill.

We had to catch and kill the gangsters before they escaped.

So.

There was no such thing as an ideal family reunion.

“Haa..”

Choi Ji-cheol’s mouth was covered with tape as he screamed like a crazy person. Hearing people in pain is extremely stressful.

So, I have always killed with instant kills such as crushing blows or one-point piercing.

Even though Yoo Mira and Kim Soo-yeon committed evil acts, they were concisely sent away in their sleep, and most people were killed before they even felt pain.

It would be unfair to die by my hands, and it would be so pitiful to die while feeling pain.

So this is like the first torture of my life. It feels unfamiliar. It wasn’t very good. Still, you have to do it.

If you miss today, you will never have the chance to torture these bastards again.

I don’t want to think about this day for the rest of my life and regret that I should have suffered a more painful death. I will do my best.

“So don’t die easily. You don’t deserve it. And soon, I’ll bring your little brother here and screw him with you.”

“Turn it off.. Turn it off!!!!”

-Boom!

The basement door was closed. Choi Ji-cheol must capture Choi Sang-min and then be tortured again. The bastard who messed up his younger brother’s education needs to be punished.

For your information, I put trauma healing on the severed finger, so I won’t go back right away.

Well, if he dies even after taking emergency measures, there is nothing we can do.

“Haaa…”

I came out of the building. I could no longer breathe properly inside the building, which was filled with the smell of blood. My heart is so tight that I feel like I’m going crazy.

“Whoa…”

There was so much blood on her face. No matter how much I wipe it with my sleeve, it doesn’t come off.

Oh, even my clothes were soaked. No wonder. No matter how much I wiped my face, the blood stayed there. There was a reason.

“Ha.. I guess I have to throw away my clothes again..”

No matter how much you wash blood-stained clothes, it is no use. Because it has been stained.

“Inho.”

“Ah. “Father.”

As I took out a towel from my inventory and wiped my face, my father, who had been sitting blankly in the van, came out.

My father was also covered in blood like me.

One difference is that all the blood on my father was his, and I was stained with someone else’s blood.

Anyway, my father who called me looked straight into my eyes.

I didn’t avoid it. There was no reason to avoid it.

My father stared into my eyes for a moment and then implicitly asked me.

“Inho. “How many people have you killed on your way here?”

There was regret in that voice.

I kept quiet for a moment.

What on earth are you trying to say?

What answer do you want to hear from me?

I don’t know.

I didn’t want to lie.

“…Countless times. They killed over a hundred people. “Father.”

My father was silent for a moment at my answer.

What do you want to say?

Could it be that you are trying to discipline me?

Or are you trying to teach me?

“Inho.”

“Yes. “Father.”

“It was hard.”

“Yes…”

My father just patted my shoulder without saying another word.

My father’s hands were weak. He seemed like a man who had lost his will to live.

“Father…”

“It was hard to come that long way. And I’m sorry… Seongho… “

“…”

My father rubbed the corners of his eyes.

“I’m glad… You’re alive… I’m sorry.”

“No.. And.. It’s not over yet.”

“It’s not over..?”

“The guys who killed Seongho yesterday. “I’m still alive.”

“What..?”

“He’ll be here soon. I have no intention of just killing them. I’m going to kill them by tormenting them more than Seongho was in pain. Are you going to stop me?”

“.. No. No way. You can’t just kill those bastards.”

My father clenched his teeth. Then he held out his hand to me. It was a hand with a cut off index finger. Judging by the fact that he was shaking slightly, he still seemed to be in pain.

“Inho. “Can you give me some tools?”

Disaster Week 2.

The just father was no more.

Right now, what’s here is a vengeful ghost like me.

Thank god. Because my father had normal thoughts.

I wondered if he might have become strange due to the shock of the torture.

“Yes, Dad. Would you like a hammer? Or…”

“If you have an awl, give it to me.”

“Yes.”

“Now that I think about it, why is your hair like that?”

“Oh, that’s because of the penalty.”

“No, will my hair fall out as a penalty? Huh, really.”

Only then was my father and I able to reunite with a smile.

But why does laughter smell bloody?

Moreover, my father and I were not smiling.

However, I didn’t bother to say those things out loud.

We just waited.

The enemies will be back here soon.