Chapter 273 – 273. The Trash Heap Killer

Tricky… Tricky…

A pit somewhere in the underground sewer area of ​​the black market that no one is looking for.

Chijijijik.. Chijik.. Dig-!

One of the many broken monitors that had been randomly abandoned there grew larger with a flash of light.

Starting from that monitor, the flickering screens began to turn on and off one by one, repeating indiscriminately.

Soon, all the monitors that had been dumped in the garbage pit were emitting light and operating randomly.

The dark pit glistens with lights. It’s like the whole garbage pit has turned into a broken monitor.

-Jijijik… 1000th… 1000th… Jijijik… Death… Jijijik… Hey, Jijijik… Keep your promise..

The same notification sound coming from the speakers of broken monitors. It resonates in the pit like an echo.

They were all announcing the 1000th death.

It was announcing that it was now time to fulfill the promise.

As the trash pit became immersed in the noise of the monitors, someone who had been sleeping quietly woke up frowning.

[Ugh… I’m dizzy…]

An unidentified man stood up from a pile of garbage scratching his head at the noise pollution that seemed to tell him to wake up immediately.

[Ha. Shit..]

He looked up at the ceiling of the pit, pressing down on his worn-out hat that had fallen beside him.

All sorts of filth, corpses, and discarded objects were pouring down like crazy.

The place where the man was lying is the center of the pit where everything falls every day.

To get out of here, you had to go through a hole in the ceiling.

[Not yet.. Not full..]

The exit of the pit the man looked up at was still quite high.

That meant that the pit hadn’t filled up with trash yet.

He wasn’t going to wake up until it was full of junk, but it annoyed him that he had to wake up already.

However, even after hearing the notification that the 1000th alter ego was dead, I couldn’t stay still.

Because a promise is a promise.

He was a person who put a lot of importance on promises.

[Haa.. They are already dead. I thought it would take some time though. Whoa, whoa… So fast. Why did you die so soon? More than I thought… Ah, thinking about it is annoying… I’m tired… I’m dizzy…]

The man took out one of the drug dealer’s special cigarettes from his chest and put it in his mouth. Then he lit it with his fingertips and started burning the tobacco.

He felt a little relieved by burning the tobacco. It wasn’t until he felt better that he finally finished preparing his mind to go out.

[Huuuuu… While going up… Let’s take a look at Jackson’s face..]

Thinking he should get some more tobacco from the drug dealer, he stuffed all kinds of weapons into a big bag.

[Take this too… This… Hmm. It’s still usable…]

From poisoned daggers to crossbows on the verge of breakdown, various explosives to parasitic insects, everything was crammed into the bag. In fact, it could be seen that he had put in every eye-catching murder tool that had been dumped in the dump.

[Ugh… It’s dazzling.]

The man, whose eyes were tired from the shiny monitors, looked for sunglasses with one eye missing and put them on.

[Good. I took care of everything..]

A javelin was in the hand of the man who had finished all preparations. The javelin with the string tied was something he had from the start.

You could call it a symbol of some sort.

Clothes, hats, and bags. Most of the other things he had were taken from someone else, but this old, rusty javelin was the one he had since he first started killing.

[Haa.. Promise.. Promise.. Shall we go up and see..]

The body of the murderer, who had been sleeping quietly in the sewers of the black market basement for a long time, finally broke the long silence and went upstairs.

Normal Awoken won’t be able to stop him, so there will probably be quite a bit of bloodshed.

It was a ‘promise’ between him and the gods to kill all mankind until only one remained.

He will never stop until he finishes his promise.

Yes, he was quite… A man who valued his promises.

******

Hand in hand with Cheshire, I crossed the twisted alley of the black market.

It’s a bad and gloomy place no matter where you come.

-Kikiiik.. Pushuk. Doo kung!

From somewhere, I could hear the sound of pipes growing and breaking through the concrete wall. This bizarre or unknown being grows very noisy. Spewing disgusting filth.

‘Looks like there are more coffins than last time…’

Looking at the bizarre pipe tubes in the twisted alley, I felt gloomy for nothing. It’s not very good to look at it for a long time.

In particular, when the pipe tubes give the illusion that they are drawing some strange pattern, the muffled operation sound of the machine that resonates with the bones is felt even louder.

Does it have something to do with the psychological part? Maybe those pipe tubes are making victims that way and consuming them.

Couldn’t all the Yi tribes who died from being entangled between the pipes from time to time suffered that way?

“Where are you going?”

“Ah, for now…”

This time, it is not the end of simply buying goods on the black market. There are several things to do. The shop has to be handed over, and you have to find out about the reward for the achievement of the guide usurper. We need information about Zeke, Franken, and Enkidu.

Actually, before she came here, Hilde asked if she would know, but she said she didn’t know because she wasn’t interested in anyone else besides herself. Still, since Zeke said he hated it, I wonder if he would choose between Franken and Enkidu.

“Shall we go to the central square first?”

“Okay!”

I squeezed Cheshire’s hand and moved to the central square of the black market. First of all, I’m going to try using the ‘Documents from the Black Market’ obtained as a reward for the achievement of ‘Bad Guy in the Black Market’.

They said that you could get a suitable store if you give the document of the dark merchant store to the manager of the central square, so we decided to save it from the store in advance.

******

[Reviewing…]

“…”

“… Cohem..”

The manager of the central plaza was a being with a square face.

No, this is a look that is hard to describe in words other than just being square.

It doesn’t have the grotesqueness you might encounter in a food alley in the black market… But it was something that made you feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable as if the graphics were smashed.

If the earth were square and all mankind worshiped death, it might look like this.

In any case, the manager of the central plaza was odd enough for the position.

Overall, the shape was blurry, ambiguous, and broken in places, as if looking at a mosaic-processed monster.

[Confirmed. Just go into any empty store and put this ticket on it. Then the shop will be your property. If the owner of the shop wants to own it, he can kill and steal it. That level of authority has been granted to this document.]

“Oh..”

“Haha. Yes thank you! We’ll be on our way!”

Cheshire quickly took the ticket from the janitor’s hand and took me out of the building. Time was running out, so she had to move quickly. Because she has to be out in 4 hours.

“Let’s see. What kind of store do you want?”

“Uh.. I think it would be nice if it was a big store where you could just bring anything and sell it.”

“Aha. Hmm.. I don’t really care about the interior. Good.”

The goal is to open a soup restaurant in the central square.

Since these inhumane black market idiots are particularly obsessed with earth specialties, wouldn’t it be okay if they boiled and sold zombie intestine soup or head soup? Or ice cream made with jet-black wheels overflowing with coldness…

‘Woo-wook.. I’m disgusted to death..’

Just imagining it is disgusting enough to make me sick to my stomach. I’ll have to do this for the parasitic humans separately. I should tell them to make their own menus and sell them.

“Uh! Juna! How are you over there?”

“Yes? Uh…”

Cheshire pointed with his finger at one of the scattered buildings in the central plaza. It was an old warehouse-like building. Should I say it’s just a big lump of concrete without any features? It looked very heavy.

“By the way… It looks like the owner is there…”

“But of all the buildings around it, it seems to be the strongest. The size is also quite large. Even if the nuclear bomb explodes, that store will be fine. Juna, in the black market, if you’re strong, you’re good. Let’s go and take it. Lol.”

Cheshire smiles brightly through the neon mask. Maybe she’s trying to steal the store just because it’s strong, without much hesitation or thought.

What a bold and cruel decision. The Yi tribe, which were doing well in business, would be forced to choose between either exploding into our hands or running away before that… Well, it’s none of my business. Like this.

‘Cheshire who acts without thinking.. Is reliable. It’s nice and cute..’

I nodded right away. Since we were both wearing masks, we couldn’t read each other’s expressions, so we had to make big nods.

“Good!”

“Gazua!”

Cheshire drew a laser shotgun from her side bag. I pulled out the gwigokdo.

Then the black market vigilante who was patrolling the perimeter tried to approach us, but checked on Cheshire and turned back.

As expected, he is an absolute power limited to the black market.

‘This is immunity from liability, right, you keuts.’

We opened the door of the store with a confident step.

– Kwajik!

The worn-out wooden door was smashed with one kick, and the customers in the store screamed in unison when the assailants broke in.

They had strange hoses attached to their backs and were shaking their backs vigorously against the large caterpillars. What the hell is this scene… Is this Changgwan?

“All the customers are gone. We take over this store. Get out in 10 seconds!”

-Took! Bang!!

When Cheshire fired a shotgun at the ceiling, the bipeds who had been poking their genitals into the caterpillar hurriedly pulled out the hose attached to their back and ran out of the store. The hose was overflowing with yellow slime. The larvae lick the slime… Uh…

Soon after hearing the commotion, the store owner burst out.

“Keeeee!!! What!!! Uh..? You..”

Giant fly lord. Perhaps the chicks, like those jet-black cockroaches, are the parents of these caterpillars. Then, is that bastard of the Yi tribe giving birth to a child and using it as a prostitute?

Oh, I don’t know. It’s just too disgusting. Damn black market. It’s all because of the black market that my mental world is getting weird.

For now, I’ll have to wait for Cheshire to negotiate well with the shopkeeper. I couldn’t afford to have a conversation with that fly monster.

“Do you know who I am?”

“That… That purple neon mask… God damn it… Cheshire, the asshole fixer… Shi, fuck!! What’s the purpose!! I owe nothing to the poacher, and I have nothing to do with the devil!! No, no slaves!! It has nothing to do with clowns! I didn’t even deal with drugs!! I didn’t infringe on the commercial rights of drug dealers, so why.. Are you here..”

“There is only one reason why I came here today. Because this store is cool.”

“What…? That, uh… The store is cool…? No, what kind of bullshit is this..”

“Give me the store.”

“…?”

For the first time in my life, I could see Paris in awe.

I don’t think it’s necessarily a better experience than I thought.