piratefiction Chapter 128: Crossroads of Revenge (6)
Chapter 128: Crossroads of Revenge (6)
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“Again…”
Dung Beetle gritted his teeth as he glanced at the corridor he had just swept clean.
There was no sign or trace of the Player among the piles of zombie and fiend flesh shredded by the Comet Sword.
He closed his eyes right away and began to scatter his mana. Be it magic or martial arts, he was determined to find any trace of the Player.
As he meticulously
“, an invisible… sword?”
As if in response to his question, the magic surrounding Dung Beetle’s sword faded away, revealing its original form.
The blade with a light yellow glow was now covered in the Player’s blood.
“H-how…?”
“You weren’t the only one with a card up your sleeve.”
Dung Beetle replied as he slowly rose from his position. He looked down at the Player sliced in half and slowly raised his sword.
“Wait a second! Spare me. If you spare me… I’ll tell you how to stabilize the Dimensional Portal. What do you say?”
“…”
“D-do you really think I threw that grenade without a thought?”
The Player spoke, his lips trembling. The reason he hadn’t died yet was due to his Superhuman viability and the buff potions he had consumed earlier.
Instead of answering, Dung Beetle plunged his sword deep into the Player’s shoulder, clearly intending to prevent him from accessing his ‘inventory.’
“Shit…! D-don’t you understand what I’m saying?”
“…”
“I-if that Dimensional Portal collapses, everyone will die! The academy brats, your goddamn cocksleeves! Everyone!”
Dung Beetle cut off his other arm as if to respond to that desperate cry. The Player screamed in agony.
“Aarghh! ! D-Do you really want to die like this?! Just for the sake of that damn revenge…! ”
Dung Beetle suddenly stopped the sword, looked at the Player with cold eyes and spoke.
“You seem to be mistaken.”
“…What?”
“There was never an option of sparing you. I’ll kill you and block the Dimensional Portal myself. That is my only option.”
“Y-you crazy bastard…”
Dung Beetle swung his sword again.
A scream erupted, and blood stained the ground behind it.
“”
But the pain didn’t end there. Dung Beetle stopped swinging his sword and suddenly raised his foot, stomping all over the Player’s body.
He continued until the floor was soaked in blood.
Only after his upper body had become completely mangled did the Player feel the terror of death.
“W-why…?”
He shouted while crawling on the ground, squeezing the last of his life force.
“Why…! Why are you doing this to me?! Godammit! What the hell did I do to you?!!”
Dung Beetle wiped the blood from his cheek and replied.
“Incheon back alley, the janitor.”
“…What?”
“250,000 won per person. You’re dying because of that 250,000 won.”
Only then did the Player recall who Dung Beetle was.
He hadn’t recognized him due to the janitor’s gas mask, but that voice was unmistakable…
“You… You bastard, I clearly remember cutting your throat—?”
Before he could finish speaking, a sword was plunged into his neck.
Confusion, anger, fear.
That was the last emotion the Player experienced.