Chapter 400 – 400. No Coincidences?

His name is Hiroshi Kamiyama.

Twenty-three years old. He is 185 cm tall, even for a Japanese, and has a muscular body.

A handsome young man from Japan with a promising future who graduated from Waseda University in Tokyo, a prestigious university.

The family is a gold spoon family that has been in business since long ago, and is a guy who has been in a relationship with a local Japanese idol before the world collapsed.

A super alpha male who has never stopped having a woman in his life, and even now sleeps with several of them.

Above all, he is the right-hand man of Ryuji Akayama, the head of the new Shinsengumi who conquered the Japanese archipelago, and the owner of the samurai class.

Hiroshi-kun, whose history is so splendid and whose inferiority complex is likely to explode just by looking at it…

Now you are my prisoner

Ah, not a prisoner in the strange sense.

It’s literally a prisoner.

“Kuaaaaa”

Even while being healed, Waseda kept screaming as to why she was so dissatisfied.

No, Akayama. No, was it Kamiyama? It’s a very difficult name.

“Okay! Hiroshima! You are Hiroshima from now on!”

“Siibaaaaa!!! Ka-Kamiyamadaaah!!!!”

“Shut up!!! Hiroshima!!”

Soon I removed my hand from Hiroshima’s head. His body had been completely healed at some point.

Perhaps, if you had used the more filling flesh here for a long time, you would have been injected with too much chaos factor and become a biped.

“Whoa. Rather, Hiroshima. Isn’t Waseda University a good university? Do you think you were smart?”

“Turn it off..”

“Are you not answering my question again?”

“Wait a minute!! I’m out of my mind, oh oh oh oh oh!!! Eh ah ah!! I’m sorry!!! Jebaaaaa!!!”

I’m not really sure if it’s Waseda or Nabal, and seeing as he doesn’t answer straight away when people talk to him, his personality is clearly lacking.

I guess I need to do some proper Confucian education on this.

‘This time..’

There is still quite a bit left. There is plenty of time to temper this chick.

As always, it’s quite enough time to do one of my favorite subjects, spoon eyeball drawing.

-Sureung.

When I took a spoon out of my pocket, Hiroshima looked at me as if asking what it was.

Everyone’s initial reaction is the same.

I wonder why he suddenly pulls out his spoon.

The facial expressions at this time are the funniest.

The faces of those who are perplexed because they do not know what future will come.

It seems that the corners of the mouth are going up.

“That, that’s… Why now…”

“Ah. This is a spoon It is a tool used to sell eyes.”

“Hey..!! OMG!! For a moment!!! Don’t poke me!!”

As the spoon burrowed into his eyelids, he couldn’t utter the proper words, screaming in pain and begging for it to stop.

If we had switched positions, would Hiroshima have stopped?

No, I would never have stopped.

So I have no intention of quitting either.

If you didn’t want to be beaten, you should have been stronger than me. The weak are not given any rights.

Why do I have to look after a bastard who did well in Japan and started terrorism without doing market research properly?

If you’re in the right mind, you should have checked the other person first.

It was not difficult for me to realize just how much these bastards treated us as dog dicks in the fact that they came in without even doing such a basic act.

I have to pay the other person as a baby.

If you commit a shitty arson to smash the opposing camp, shouldn’t you at least be prepared to have your eyeballs pulled out?

“Isn’t it? Hiroshima?”

“Huh!!! Aaaaa!!!!!”

Suwook.

The eyeballs were plucked out.

Curiously, until the optic nerve is cut off, they go crazy with pain and even drool, but after the connected optic nerve is cut off, they unexpectedly calm down.

It hurts the most right before you pull it out.

I grabbed my empty right eye and forced Hiroshima, who had hit his head on the floor, to stand up.

“Oh hey, open your eyes. You still have left eye left.”

“Khehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe…Please stop it.

“What is more than this? You want to die now?”

“Ouch. It’s not that…”

“Good. Then you will be tortured to death. Or will you pluck out your eyeballs? You choose.”

“That, what is that…”

Either he was tortured to death, or his remaining eyeballs were pulled out.

In the worst option, Kamiyama had to think about it. Although she has nothing to worry about.

“You don’t get an estimate either? So let’s pull it out and think about it. Because if I die, I’m no fun. Got it?”

“Quaaaaa!!!! Kissamaaaaa!!!!! Daskete!!!! Daskete Gudasaiyi!!!!!”

Hiroshima asked for help from Cheshire and Ayla, who were in the middle of talking, but the two did not even glance at Hiroshima, whose eyeballs were being pulled out.

Cheshire and Ayla are infinitely generous and kind to me, but in fact they are infinitely closer to evil.

Far from good. They don’t care if others die or not, and they don’t mind this kind of torture.

Even scenes like Sora and Charles would be terrifying and disgusting, they are people watching while eating.

“Aaaaa.

Anyway, even the remaining left eyeball was pulled out smoothly.

Hiroshima, whose eyes had been plucked out, groped the floor like a man looking for glasses, vainly searching for his lost eyeballs.

“Now then, shall we put it back in?”

“Ah..!!!”

Hiroshima is delighted when he hears that he will return his eyeballs.

Give him back his eyeballs, hook up his optic nerves, torture him again and he’ll be fine..

“Uh? Hey. Hiroshima. Fucked.”

“K-I’m Kamiyama..”

“Which one is the right eyeball?”

“Yes…? Yes? Yes?”

I don’t know which one is the right eyeball.

The two eyeballs were strangely different, but I couldn’t tell which one was the right one. So I recklessly put the eyeballs back in every day.

“Aaaaa!!!!!”

As the swelling flesh was used to connect the optic nerve, Hiroshima drooled and struggled in pain.

“Turn off.. Uh..? Eh.. Why.. The field of view..”

“Why.”

“This, this.. The eyes.. Seem to have changed..”

“Ah. Sorry. Looks like you didn’t put it on well.”

Hiroshima looked down at his hands and blinked several times.

She allegedly had slightly better vision in her right eye, but the sudden increase in vision in her left eye made her feel numb, she said.

I put her eyeballs in the wrong place. Thanks to that, Hiroshima complained of dizziness. It seems that her brain has made an error, perhaps because her eyesight has been reversed.

In the end, she broke down crying sadly at him.

Abominable guy.

According to Satoshi, this bastard is the scumbag who killed the head of the household in front of the family. No matter how much I cried, I only felt disgust rather than sympathy.

Of course, I also do similar things like eating rice, but what I do is okay.

‘Cause I’m generous with myself

“Ughhhhh”

“Hey. Hey.”

“OMG…”

“Stop making it and blow up the information quickly.”

“That. But.. Something like this.. Why did you do this..”

I thrust a blood-stained spoon toward Hiroshima, who was bewildered.

“Information.”

“Huh..!!”

People who have had their eyes pulled out by me even once have PTSD and seizures when they see a spoon. Among the dogs, there were several who couldn’t use spoons as utensils.

“Ah, I’ll let you know. Mo, I’ll burn all the information, so please… Please get rid of it… Jebaaal…”

“Good. Hey, Perpero.”

“Yes..!!”

“From this bastard, I can find out everything from information about the players in the camp and other important items to the number of chopsticks.”

“Yes, yes!!”

Hiroshima will be interrogated by Perpero himself. I handed the spoon to Perpero.

“Then do your best.”

“This, this..!! Yes..!!! Thank you!!! I will keep it as an heirloom for the rest of my life!!!!”

“Hehe. Okay.”

Rumor has it that the spoon I gave you has become a kind of symbol of being a high-ranking official. Even in Hell, they say it’s a kind of holy relic…

It’s probably a rumor that spread because of Ha Jin-seong. Because I gave him a spoon. It looks like he was bragging about it.

‘Because Perpero is having a hard time too…’

It’s a spoon for collecting eyeballs, so I decided to give one to Perpero because I could just make it by sharpening the blade of any spoon.

Although he craves it badly because he is a member of the Yi tribe, there is no other member of the Yi tribe who is as quick-witted and good at handling things as that bastard.

Yes, since I have entrusted the management of the black market, I will work harder if I give carrots and sticks evenly.

Originally, when he ruled with fear, if he gave his aides a bit of a coat of arms and properly rewarded them, they would dedicate their bodies and minds to work.

“Then let’s go again.”

“Yep.”

“Ha-am. Good!”

We made our way back to the slave store.

The remaining Hiroshima screamed, but now he is the one who left my hand.

He will be taken to Perpero and interrogated.

This guy’s humiliation will start now.

Because the only future left for that guy is either getting TS and becoming a sex latrine, or being tortured all day by Satoshi and others with a grudge.

Hiroshima, live strong. Then one day I will be able to enter Hajinseong’s harem. At least Jinseong’s treatment in the harem is better than in the public bathroom.

******

“Hey, I was waiting for you!”

“Uh.. Yes.”

When we entered the circus, we were greeted by a nervous looking centipede.

Sentis, the slave trader who removed the clown and installed a new one.

Sentis, a female figure, stood modestly and led us to the basement.

Did this bastard clean the inside?

“What. Where did you go behind bars?”

“To..? Oh, that’s so unhygienic…”

“No.. To remove all those bars because it’s unsanitary. I like it.”

Originally, the cellars were filled with stinky slaves imprisoned in cages and tainted with manure.

But now…

‘Capsule..?’

All of them were put into capsules filled with blue liquid and stuck to the walls like toy dolls. It felt like seeing a group of colonists in the life support system of a spacecraft that had been wandering in space for hundreds of years.

They were all floating in the capsule in a state of suspended animation. This is also an inhuman treatment, but it is nice to see. It is clean. There is a sense of stability because it is symmetrical.

“All those who had already died inside the cage were sent to the food alley to be used as food.”

“Okay…?”

“Yes, and the sick ones were also killed…”

“Even those with important skills?”

“No. No way We selected them separately and put them in the healing room.”

“Oh.. That’s amazing..!!”

His workmanship is incomparable to that of a clown. The clown just collected them and left them to rot and kill them all, but Sentis was managing them systematically. Very satisfied. Like it.

“Good. Bring out today’s recommended product.”

“Yes.”

As Sents beckoned into the air, four capsules were pulled from the wall and brought down in front of us.

“Wow.”

“The technology of the Yi tribe is amazing..”

Wasn’t the slave dealer until then like a country restaurant that didn’t accept credit cards? The real difference was so great that it deepened my hatred for the clown kid.

“Okay then. Let me introduce you to product number one.”

Soon the first capsule that came down before us opened.

-Push profit..

The liquid inside the capsule escaped and a person popped out from inside.

“Kuh, heo, heo, heo, heo, heo…”

He fell to the floor and looked around his body as he stood unconscious.

Then my eyes met.

“Hey, this is…”

“Be quiet, slave. Big hum. This guy’s name is Jillian. He is a human found around a black hole.”

A skinny white male wearing glasses.

“It didn’t seem like an Earthling. The species is human, but the birthplace is not yet known.”

“Okay..? No, it’s Jillian. This bastard… No way…”

One of the three items that came out when you achieved the achievement ‘Encounter with the unknown’ in the past was ‘Zilean’s lantern’.

Then I picked out Stephen’s pillar and gave it to Carshinax. I didn’t even know it was a proposal.

Anyway, this guy seemed to be the owner of the lantern that came out as a reward at the time.

‘The Unknown Seeker Jillian…’

A ‘living human’ found around a black hole. This is already nonsense.

Moreover, is it just a coincidence that this guy came out as a product at the right time?

I guess not. I felt something huge causal.

“How much?”

“Million. A million coins.”

“Uh.. Everything, next!”

I decided to check the next slave first.