Chapter 890 – Cut Off

I knew very well that I was not a clean person. He killed countless people in another world, and he killed 4 people even in modern times. This was an unavoidable, unchangeable fact.

“… !”

Buck buck buck buck

Just because I am happy now, I have not forgotten the life I took then. But it was all murder in order to live, to save. It wasn’t like I was trying to seduce a woman like that.

“Hey! Tight!”

“!”

“!”

As I approached with a loud cry, Greg and the woman he was flirting with turned around. I didn’t stop talking until I met him at the bar.

“…”

“… ?”

The two of them opened their eyes wide and looked at me as I approached, with a puzzled look on their faces. The woman turned her head towards her Greg, who I was glaring at, and Greg glanced at her and pointed her finger at me with her bravado.

“This mother fucker liar!”

He said something more after that, but he couldn’t hear it anymore. I didn’t really want to hear it in the first place, and my fist was already stuck in his stomach.

Puck!

“Huh?!”

“Wow!”

A woman watching from the side screamed loudly. Then people in the bar started looking at this.

“What? What’s going on?”

“Isn’t that Greg?”

“Who is that man?”

“Oops! Oops! Kuck!”

Is it because it hurts, or is it just because people are staring at it? Greg’s face was red as he sat in his chair, clutching his stomach. He let out a cough mixed with a moan and barely looked up at me.

“Hey.”

Chin

I grabbed my shaved head like a ball and made him look up at me. I proposed to him while forcing eye contact.

“I am not Cure Person. Cow, I Have Easy Way. Chuz.” (I’m not a cruel person. So, there’s an easy way. Take your pick.)

I was going to tell you what my options were now, but Greg cut me off and shouted in a pained voice.

“You! Mother fucker!”

“… You follow hard way.” (You chose the hard way.)

I even gave him a chance, but he kicked it with his own foot. To be precise, it was spitting at my consideration, but it didn’t really matter. Anyway, I wanted him to be like this.

“Bite this tight.”

Puck! Pak!

Holding on to his bald head, he slapped his face with his other hand. It was a little gross to feel his nose and facial muscles through his fists. Still, if I didn’t do this, it seemed that the anger in my heart would not be resolved.

I didn’t want to kill people because of me. But people who died didn’t just go for a walk. They were all warriors and soldiers. They were the ones who were prepared for death from the moment they came out on the battlefield with weapons.

Puck!

“Ouch!”

The moaning that erupted this time was not this bastard. Greg, who had been hit by me in a row, swung his fist, and I, who was hit straight in the stomach, missed the shaved head and fell back.

“Ouch… !”

I glared at him until my stomach, which was shaking from the shock, calmed down. Greg, too, had been beaten several times, his bloody face and his eyes wide open.

“You did this… !” (You brought it on yourself…!)

Greg, who muttered this in a low voice, lifted his fisted hand up to his face. So, assuming his boxing stance, he fired one punch after another in an instant.

Slap! Slap!

His muscles were fast and sharp, as if they weren’t trained only in the gym. However, having read the trajectory with my shoulder, I took a step closer and once again struck the stomach with my right fist.

Puck!

“100 million?!”

And a punch to the jaw with his left fist,

Pak!

“Town?!”

At the end, he punched him in the nose with his right fist.

Puffy!

“Kuhup?!”

With the cartilage in his nose crunching, the bastard covered his face with both hands. Then I instinctively leaned back, but there was a chair there, so I just fell over.

Udangtang!

Greg tripped over a chair and fell, hitting his back on a bar table. I was still holding his face and looking at the distraught man, then turned my head at the sign approaching from behind him.

“Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop it!” (Hey! Hey! Stop it! Stop it!)

A man who appeared to be in his 50s was approaching. He was a man who looked as hard as steel, though not as rugged as the other youngsters.

“… Please.” (Please.)

I forced him to calm down and held out a hand to tell him to stop.

“Please, don’t come.” (Please don’t come.)

I sincerely hoped he wouldn’t come. A soldier who looked older was someone I respected, and I didn’t want to beat him.

“Hey! Stop!” (There! Stop!)

Of course, he wasn’t a person who wouldn’t come because I told him not to come.

“You! Tell your… !” (You! Where are you…!)

As I stared at my heart, that soldier stopped. I stopped to watch him swallow dry saliva from his seat and watch Greg breathe with his mouth wide open because of his broken nose.

“Hey.” (Hey.)

Without saying anything, I showed the wrist of my right arm. Although it was slightly covered by the sleeve, the tattoo in the shape of a joker card was clearly visible.

“Two you want talk to dem? Oh two children?” (Do you speak? Or shall I?)

“… !”

“Chuz.” (Choose.)

I went to the battlefield, prepared to die like the people I killed. I risked my life in every battle, and I killed everyone in my position. That’s why I respect every warrior I’ve killed.

“… !”

When I asked, Greg just looked up at me with trembling eyes. Instead of looking like he was contemplating what to do, he showed a solution.

“Hey!”

I raised my head and looked around. Because of the commotion I caused, everyone was watching this place, and some of them were taking pictures of me with their smartphones. I cried out to him

“You know he’s a hero! Friend! Paddle! Heath Just an Ideas Full of Bravado!”

Maybe I projected myself onto the people I killed. I was also one of those who die and kill as my upper body tells me.

“Mr.” (Look!)

I raised my bloody right arm and lowered my sleeve. By showing the tattoo on his wrist like that, he uncovered Greg’s lies.

“Hey tok to you! Kid! Shoot! More! Joker! 35! That’s Li! I killed Joker! Bye Dagger!” (This bastard must have said! He said he shot and killed the Joker! That’s a lie! I killed him! With a bayonet!)

Really, really maybe, the first time I killed, I might have already died. I’m not saying this is just a delusion, I didn’t even know that I killed myself before the murder.

“That day! I killed for men! One Man! Eye shot! And the rest! Child step! Bye Dagger! Stepped, manny-fucking, time!” (That day! I killed four people! I shot one! The rest! Stabbed! With a bayonet! Stabbed so many fucking things!)

Everything changed after the first murder. The reason why I respected the people I killed as warriors, maybe I just wanted the people who killed me to be respected the same way I was.

“That day! I Killed for Survive! Not for a date!” (That day! I killed because I wanted to live! Not a date!)

Having said this, I felt like I was about to burst into tears. Still, I continued with my words, biting my teeth as tight as I could.

“Friend! He Made Me a Dirty Man of the Day! Hi Turned Me Into Killer To Puck! (But he made a dirty baby that day!

How did I end up like this I was just a caregiver who had a crush on only one woman for 7 years. But he kills people casually and knocks people down. How did it happen, how did it happen

“Poop! Kuck!”

“!”

At this time, this bastard coughed, and all the anger inside me surged again. I thought it would be nice if I could stir him up, so I picked up a glass from the table and deliberately dropped it on the floor.

Clink!

As the glass broke, numerous pieces of glass were created. I squatted down, grabbed the large one, and held it out to Greg, who fell still on his butt to the floor.

“Hey.” (Hey)

“!”

“Cut off.” (Peel off.)

I didn’t have to tell you what to take off, but my head was already full of useless things.

“Cut off your tattoo.” (Take off the tattoo.)

“Corch, Cough, Cough!”

As soon as I finished, Greg coughed in surprise. At the same time, he shook his head as if he couldn’t do it, and his head was dizzy with anger.

“Okay. I will” (Okay. I’ll do it.)

If he didn’t do it, it was something I had to do. I got up and tried to get closer to this bastard. But there was a hand holding me like that.

“You. It’s enough.”

“Calm down, Jiheon.”

Even without looking back, I could tell who had grabbed my shoulder. When I turned my head, I could spot Demon King and Mina in the background of people still watching us.

“Now you have crossed the line. Put it down.”

“That’s right, Jiheon. Put it down It would be better to put your teeth down and go to our dorm.”

“… !”

Demon King smiles softly and Min-ah, who is full of worries even on her blunt face. Seeing these two, the tears I had been holding back fell. At the same time, she turned her body, dropping the shard of glass she was holding.

Chaeng-Geurang!

“Uh, yes, let’s go… !”

It was. It wasn’t that I only experienced bad things in this world. Even if the demon king killed me when we first met her, she has become my wife whom I love so much now, and Mina whom I met when she was a child also grew up and she became my wife.

“Oh! Brother!”

Se-hee greeted me as I was led out of the store by Mawang and Min-ah. She, who had been hiding in the crowd since the commotion, hurriedly approached and grabbed my hand.

“Brother! It blooms on your hands! Do it in moderation! Oh, what should I do with this… !”

Meeting Se-hee was also one of the most positive things I had done in another world. She put on a worried expression as she held my hand, which was bloody from picking up a piece of glass.

“… There, boys.”

After leaving the store, I seemed to have lost all my strength and called my wives in a small voice. Even though I called in a voice that was almost crawling, they all responded.

“Hmm? Why?”

“Why, brother? It hurts a lot?”

“Why are you doing that, Jiheon?”

“No, just…”

I looked around at all the wives who cared about me, then asked with a little bit of strength.

“Let’s just go to the hotel. I am tired.”