## Chapter 509 – Quasi-Priest Kim Kat

Honed by extreme training and brutal combat, and tempered with mana, each of my punches was akin to murder.

For me, a punch is murder.

The demon’s head caved in from the heavy blow, and—*pop!*—as if in a joke, both eyes popped out and fell at my feet.

—*Thud thud.*

A crazy marble boy…! If kids saw this, they’d puke!

“Deheuugh! Guhak!”

The demon, who had been sitting arrogantly on the sofa demanding a deal from me, belatedly regained his manners, bent over, and spewed blood foam.

I immediately picked up one of the fallen eyeballs.

“Hoo.”

Then, I blew on it to clean it and, grabbing the demon’s empty eyelid, pried it open and shoved the eyeball back in.

“Squish squish.”
“Keuheuhageuk…! Kahak!”

The demon’s head, now with one eye, began to recover. The demon’s appearance with only one eye was incredibly grotesque.

“Mad Eye teacher…!”

You Mad Eye bastard!

The caved-in head swelled up, spewing out the blood that had filled it. Daring to try such a trick on me, whether it was an illusion or a dream, was absolutely unforgivable!

“Why did you do that, Mad Eye teacher!”
“W-What is this…!”
“Be quiet!”

—*Thwack!*

I landed another murderous blow, shattering the skull that had just been repaired.

“Geheuk!”

It was a truly exhilarating strike.

With a single blow, the demon’s head was crushed, turning the inside to mush. Something I couldn’t have even imagined in the past. But now, such murderous power was commonplace.

Even a demon with high physical durability knelt before my punch.

“Be quiet, be quiet!”

—*Thwack!*
—*Thwack!*

“Keuhaaaaaaack!!”

I relentlessly pounded the guy’s head.

I don’t know what was going on, but in this situation, there was no other option but violence. I had to beat him into a pulp to make him docile before I could talk to him, extract information, or do anything else.

The best way to talk to these kinds of guys is to break their spirit first. If you’ve gained the upper hand, you have to know how to use it.

“You fucking demon!”

—*Thwack!*

Each strike splattered blood and brain matter, staining the dark floor. But no matter how much I hit him, he just kept self-repairing and wouldn’t die.

Is it because this is his space?

Of course, breaking it would be easy.

“Keuheuk…! Stop! Stop! Stop it, please!”
“Did you ever stop when your victims told you to stop!”
“What the hell are you talking about…! Keuhaaack!!!”

The kind of guys I can’t forgive are these bastards. They kill precious lives without a second thought, but when they’re about to die, they throw a fit.

They think only their lives are precious, and they treat other lives as tools or insects. That hypocrisy was no different from imperialists. As Cheonma Kim Kat, as Quasi-Priest Kim Kat, I could never overlook such atrocities.

“Die! Just die! You demon bastard!”
“Uwaaaaaaack!!”

Eventually, after focusing on violence for a while, the demon’s head ended up retracting into his neck like in a whack-a-mole game.

Beating him up so much led to this.

—*Crunch! Crunch!*

But even in that state, the demon was slowly repairing his head. The head that had been shoved into his neck slowly crawled out, regaining its shape.

Is he a demon with strong recovery?

Or is it because this isn’t reality?

But he seems to be feeling pain, and he’s definitely taking damage. I, who am used to destroying and hitting things, could clearly feel it. The demon’s screams of pain were real.

“You fucking bastard! Stop recovering already!”

Anyway, enraged by his relentless recovery, I once again unleashed the Cheonma Myeolgeo Yeonhwangwon to turn him to dust.

“Kiiiieeeek!!”

But at that moment, the demon, who had finished repairing himself, shouted in surprise.

“S-Stop! Please stop! I was wrong!”
“What, you bastard?”
“I was wrong, please stop! I was wrong!”
“W-What?”

Incredibly, the demon kicked away the sofa and started bowing deeply to me, begging for mercy. Could it be that a little violence had instilled manners in the demon?

“Why are you doing this! Are you out of your mind!”

To receive an apology from a demon, such an absurd thing!

“You fucking bastard!”

Faced with such an inhuman situation, I couldn’t contain my violence any longer. Enraged to the core, I immediately slammed the Cheonma Gunrimbo into the back of the bowing guy’s head.

—*Poong!*

With that, the demon’s head exploded satisfyingly, scattering flesh. —*Thud.* The body, now headless, collapsed. You’d think he’d be dead by now… but incredibly, the demon began to repair himself again.

Is he a planarian demon or something, not a magic sword?

“Eheuheueuk!! Stop! Please stop…! I was wrong!”
“What is it? Why won’t you die?”
“Stop… please stop…”

The demon, having regained his shape, writhed and sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his face. This bastard… is he ready to talk now?

As a rule, before talking to an evil being, it was customary to beat them up like minced meat. This was a legally guaranteed right, and it was even part of essential religious procedures, not to mention local customary law.

—*Scrape.*

I dragged the sofa he had kicked away and sat on it.

“Why won’t you die?”
“…”

The demon mumbled at my question. Trying to keep his mouth shut like a punished kid? As soon as I raised my fist, the guy screamed in a fit.

“Aigo! It’s because this is my, my space!”

Space, huh.

“…What’s so special about your space that you don’t die even after taking such attacks? Are you invincible or something?”

It doesn’t make sense that such a shitty demon would gain the power of immortality just because he’s in his own space. Well, that’s just my common sense, it could be possible.

But it’s not a very convincing answer.

“T-That’s…!”
“You bastard! Don’t be so frustrating, just tell me!”
“Hiiiieeeek!! I-It’s because this place isn’t the real world!”
“I know that, you frustrating, shitty bastard!!!”

Aigo, fuck, I ended up yelling again because I was talking to such a frustrating guy! From experience, there was nothing to be gained from interrogating such an idiot.

“If you don’t die, you just beat them until they do! Die, Cheonma Gunrimbo!”
“Euaaaaaaaaack!!”

—*Poong!*

Screams echoed in the dark space.

The ground flipped over and the lights shattered with each step of the Cheonma Gunrimbo. The swords embedded as decorations had long since turned to dust and scattered.

—*Hildegard.*

My experience with her entering my dream was helpful. Just like I adapted there, I was now overwhelming this demon’s space. The Cheonma Gunrimbo, unleashed with full power, dominated the space.

—*Crash!*

As I was doing that, the surrounding scenery suddenly shattered—

—and my eyes opened.

“Shit!”
“Kat?!”

The light was so blinding that I frowned.

That voice… Claudia? My blurry vision was dizzy. I barely managed to sit up. It was a strange sensation.

“Aoh, sseuebeol… Claudia? Winia?”
“The darkie’s come to his senses!”
“What?”

Looking around, I realized that this was the same place where I had fought the magic sword earlier. The man was lying down and sleeping over there, and Claudia and Winia were clinging to me on either side.

I don’t know what happened, but it seems I’ve returned to reality. As expected, the fastest way to solve anything is with physical methods.

“…What happened?”
“Kat, Katteueut…!”

Claudia and Winia were almost in tears as they hugged me.

…What?

No, fuck! My women are crying!
A fierce rage surged, and I snapped to my senses.

“Claudia! Winia! Calm down! I’m here, so stop crying! What’s going on!”

I calmed Claudia and Winia, who were about to cry, and asked them what had happened. Soon, they stopped sobbing and began to explain.

“…Darkie suddenly collapsed. I thought you were going to die because of the magic sword, really! You almost died again for not listening to me!”

Apparently, I had suddenly collapsed while examining the magic sword. So they moved me behind the tree and were giving me first aid.

It seems I lost consciousness and was dragged into that demon’s realm at the same time. That fucking bastard! Daring to make my wives worry!

But it seems not much time has passed. If it had been later, I would have made them worry even more.

“Hoo… Okay. I’m not going to die, so don’t worry.”

I reassured them and explained what had happened. I was dragged into the demon’s space and was asked for a contract there. Of course, I beat the crap out of him and escaped. Winia frowned when she heard the story.

“…Magic swords are banned from now on too.”
“Yeah, yeah.”

There are so many things being banned.
As I was about to get up and stretch, Claudia hugged me.

“Kat… I’m so glad you woke up. I was so surprised, really… Are you going to make me worry like this?”
“Sorry. Aoh, it happened like that there.”

That demon, that fucking bastard. I can’t forgive him.

I immediately calmed my floating heart and looked around. The severed magic sword lying in a black puddle caught my eye.

Did I succeed in killing that demon earlier? He wasn’t immortal, so he eventually succumbed to my Cheonma Gunrimbo. But honestly, even though he was a pushover, I didn’t really get a sense of how strong he was.

Even after getting hit so much, he was still repairing himself… This is just my thought, but demons are, well, beings with a mix of reality and unreality. That’s why they’re demons, I guess.

“Claudia, Winia. Come with me.”
“…Where to?”
“To the magic sword over there.”
“Darkie, are you crazy! Are you going to do that again!”
“No.”

It’s okay now.

“Don’t worry. It seems I defeated the demon.”
“…”

I immediately approached the puddle where the magic sword was lying. Claudia and Winia stood behind me, holding onto my arms. It was their way of telling me to be careful.

—*Bubble bubble.*

As I approached and examined it, the black puddle began to boil.

“Darkie!”
“Kat!”

My two wives overreacted and tried to pull me away. But it’s okay. I was able to come out because I won in that mental world earlier. That demon can no longer harm me.

“Kuooh oh oh!”
—*Splash!*

Something rose from inside the puddle.

—*Grasp!*

A small hand appeared from within and grabbed the ground.

“Guhheueuk…! Keuhaaack!”

What crawled out of that abyss of darkness was… the demon from earlier.

No, to be exact, it was a little different.

A dwarf.

“Kahaaaaack!”

A demon who seemed to be about 50cm tall grimaced and vomited black blood as he barely crawled out of the puddle. Winia was shocked when she saw it.

“W-What is that! What is that, Darkie!”
“…That’s the demon I was talking about. That must be the true form of the magic sword.”

Did he shrink because he lost power from being beaten so badly?

“Heueung…”

—*Step step.*

Claudia stretched her long legs and slowly approached the demon. I followed her. Winia couldn’t stay still, but she eventually followed us.

“T-This…! This can’t be happening! For me, Byugal, to be in such a state…!”
“Byugal?”
“…You are?”

Suddenly, Claudia reached out to Byugal. He was so small that he couldn’t resist and was caught in her hand.

“What are you doing! Let go!”
“…”

—*Rip.*

Suddenly, Claudia grabbed Byugal’s flailing limbs and began to tear them apart as if she were ripping kimchi. The situation unfolded so naturally that I couldn’t process it for a moment.

“Kihyaaaaaaaat!!!”

Blood poured out with the scream.
A, an unexpected situation!

“Wait, Claudia! You can’t kill him!”

Don’t kill him, take him and show him as evidence! Capturing a demon would surely be welcomed with open arms by the church! If the demon is that small and weak, it’s possible to capture him!

Capturing a demon is unprecedented!

“I can’t kill him?”

When I stopped her, she turned to me.

“…C, Claudia?”

Her eyes were very sharp.
It seemed she was very angry.

“Are you angry?”
“Wouldn’t I be angry? Kat… I thought I was going to lose Kat just now.”

…How do I calm her down?