亚洲乱妇21P

Chapter 45

6th Floor Plaza b 4}

Thousands of blood droplets merged into one and flooded into Yoon-seok. At the same time, the red energy that was slowly fading and scattered around like a fog turned a vivid maroon.

Fully loaded and overflowing with Bloodseeker’s Energy, he was wholly filled with a huge sense of satisfaction. Yoon-seok couldn’t control his laughter as it leaked out. And his appearance…

He looked like a demon ascending from hell. It was enough to drain all the fighting spirits from his opponents.

“M-monster…”

“I have to run…”

“…I don’t want to die!”

Those who had previously calmly continued the battle despite their losses began to step back in fear. All except for one man, Eld Carta, the leader of the Sixth Floor Plaza Union. He shouted at his men, who had lost their will to fight.

“You’re bound to a contract, so don’t run away!”

What does he mean don’t run? Originally, such orders wouldn’t work even with considerable leadership. But did all the elites sign contracts with him separately? The bodies of those who had been stepping back secretly stiffened in response to Carta’s cry.

“Carta, what the hell was that…!” “Please, send retreat orders…!”

His men begged and pleaded. But Carta didn’t even pretend to hear them. On the contrary, he barked more orders.

“Fight! If you die, die by his hand! ”

As if a testament of the contract’s grasp, the allies who heard the order immediately began to pounce onto Yoon-seok like moths to a flame.

“Fuck it!”

“Why the hell would you order that? Mr. Carta, Mr. Carta!”

“Carta, you son of a bitch!”

They were all crying. Some even closed their eyes. However, Yoon-seok didn’t go easy on them. He set out in one direction while slicing those that came crashing like waves into him.

“Fucking trash…”

Did he already detect his utter defeat on the battlefield? Carta was running away without even looking back after ordering his men to commit suicide. It seemed like he had figured that the scope of Lady Commandment wasn’t infinite, so he sacrificed his subordinates to buy him the time needed to shift dimension outside of the scope.

Yoon-seok didn’t intend to stand around and watch. In addition to being the main culprit of all this, he had a gut feeling that he would deeply regret it if he let him escape out of here alive. But…

He could barely get to him because of the moths jumping to their death around him. Yoon-seok expanded the scope of the Lady Commandment to the maximum. The amount of energy needed wasn’t enough, but that wasn’t a big problem.

Burnout and replenishment. He could just do those two at the same time.

Whooshhhhhhhhh!

Sqwelppp! Bangggggg!

Every time Yoon-seok swung his sword, bodies broke and fractured into pieces. But the blood didn’t reach the ground. As soon as his sword cut through flesh, the splattered blood floated in the air and permeated into his body. Suddenly, when he turned back to check his distance with Yoon-seok, Carta’s face turned white.

‘How is this a 6th-floor challenger? What kind of crazy monster…?!’

False God. Yoon-seok was like a False God who emerged to drag them back to hell and step on his subordinates. Despite all he did, the distance hadn’t narrowed at all.

‘Damn it! How long will it take to get out of range?’

Carta ran for his life. But a human could never surpass a false god.

Schloook!

When he came to his senses, his vision was tilted sideways.

Huh? Seeing the ground approaching him, Carta belatedly realized that his legs had been cut off.

Thump.

Rolling on the ground, Carta resented heaven. Exactly ten days. Ten more days and he would’ve fulfilled the 1,000-member contract, which was his desire. If he’d succeeded, he could’ve used the power of Spirit Absorption purchased from his contracted admin and how he might’ve been quite the opponent against this monstrous fellow.

Thud, thud.

Perhaps because he knew he couldn’t run anymore, that jerk of a monster strode slowly toward him.

“Stop him, you useless bastards!”

He shouted, but it was no use. There were still a few men who survived, but they couldn’t move due to similar circumstances. Only then did Carta realize today was his last day. He shouldn’t be thinking right now, but it suddenly occurred to him.

‘What did I do today…?’

It was the same as usual. He woke up in the morning, drank tea, and went for a walk. Then, he tortured a duel challenger he met and spent his boring day to the fullest. He looked forward to the upcoming future, thinking it would come soon. He never thought this would happen in just a few hours.

It wasn’t realistic. It felt like he was dreaming. But it was wishful thinking. It couldn’t have been a dream. That’s why it was unfair.

“Why! Why! Fuck! Why!!! Why are you doing this to me?”

It was like a three-year-old child throwing a tantrum. Looking at Carta, who still couldn’t accept his death, Yoon-seok replies tersely.

“The world is better off without people like you.”

“…That’s it?”

Carta didn’t know Yoon-seok. That’s why he couldn’t understand it at all. If it was related to the power or desire of the contracted admin, he might’ve accepted his death, saying, “I was unlucky.” But…

“Pfft! Puhahahahaha! Hahahaha!”

Carta laughed out loud. He never expected to spend the end of his life on a deathbed, but he couldn’t believe he was dying at the hands of a crazy bastard posing as a hero. He couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Do you even know how many people you’ve killed today?”

Even when asked by Carta, Yoon-seok didn’t budge. But he just replied with the same answer from earlier.

“Those who should die died, those who should live are still alive. That’s all.”

“Ha! Says who? Are you saying you’re from heaven?”

As if he’d already abandoned all hope, Carta laughed at Yoon-seok. But it was the same for Yoon-seok.

He asked back with a laugh.

“Are guys like you scared of heaven?”

“No way.”

Yoon-seok smirked at Carta’s immediate answer. He knew he’d answer that. These people knew better than anyone else; the sky was the sky, and it did nothing. That’s why he could live happily on despite his crimes.

Thwump!

As long as the goals were clear, it was pointless to get into an argument.

「A great evil has been judged.」

「New features will be added to the Sun Monarch’s Judgment Sword features.」

「For defeating evil, divine attributes are given.」

When the sword was inserted in the center of Carta’s forehead, Yoon-seok turned away and casually scanned the pop-up. The place was full of corpses. He didn’t turn his eyes away from what he had done; he just stood there and watched.

“…”

Yoon-seok, standing there for a long moment, finally raised his head. The sky in the plaza was as blue as that in the arena. It was so clear, unlike the ground, where all sorts of dirty things were scattered.

Yoon-seok finally looked at Carta’s body. He wasn’t afraid of the sky at the moment of his death. Perhaps there were plenty of people like him in the world, but they also had to be afraid of the future of Yoon-seok, not the sky.

After the battle had ended, the crowd came out of the buildings. Jang-Il took the lead, several duel challengers following closely behind him.

Was it over? Were they free now? Everyone still looked like they didn’t believe it. Wearing those expressions, everyone tried to read Yoon-seok. It seemed like he’d saved them but looking at his powers and all the things that had happened; they were a little unsure on how to react and what they should do next.

Now that Carta was dead and the contract went, they wondered if they should move back to the dimension and return to the trials. It was written on their faces. All except for one person.

“Thank you. Thank you very much.”

Jang-Il stood in front of Yoon Seok and suddenly knelt. He was weeping as if he were welcoming God, to the point that reverence could be felt. Why did that remind him of Elle’s power, Leader of the Light, which grew stronger as the follower forces grew?

Yoon-seok changed the subject as he stood up, unable to handle his gaze.

“Where are the remaining allies?”

The judgment wasn’t concluded yet. The woman from earlier didn’t mention it. The six-story plaza had about a thousand people in the building, so at least four or five hundred people remained. But Jang-Il said that with the ongoing commotion, everyone would have fled already.

“The future won’t be much different when they choose to stay in the plaza as underdogs.”

They couldn’t come back to the plaza lest they become the targets of determined duel challengers. There was only one option left for them: to go through the trials and into the upper floors. However, it would be very difficult for them, who had immersed themselves in pleasure for three months, to adapt again.

It was too bad that he couldn’t finish it, but Yoon-seok decided to be satisfied with this.

“Do you mind if I ask you about your plans?”

Jang-Il carefully asked about Yoon-seok’s future. Yoon-seok could hear the worry in his voice as if he were about to become the second Carta. So he told him that he would now go back and ascend the floor again, so he didn’t have to worry.

“On the contrary, I wonder what the rest of you will do.”

Yoon-seok glanced over the survivors. They were originally challengers from the Arena. Some of them came here to escape from the trials, while others came to take a breather, but they all ended up becoming slaves. What did they plan to do next?

Should they move on? Or do they choose to settle down here again like their allies? Yoon-seok was curious about their choice. But Jang-Il looked at him instead.

“What do you want us to do?”

Yoon-seok was dumbfounded. Had their lifestyle of slavery seeped into their bones? Why would they ask him?

Yoon-seok replied reluctantly because their eyes were sparkling with expectations. Although technically, it wasn’t the right answer.

“Do whatever you want. Those who want to stay can stay, and those who want to leave can leave.”

However, he asked the challengers who wish to remain not to suppress or form anything like the union to compensate for the past humiliation. In addition, for those who want to rest, he hoped that they could relax, and for those who want to go up, he wanted to help as much as he could. That was what the plaza purpose was supposed to be.

There was no such thing as a grand belief motivating him; he simply wanted the sixth-floor plaza to function properly. Jang-Il nodded deeply after listening to Yoon-seok’s wish.

“Okay, I’ll stay here and change the plaza on the sixth floor, as you said.”

He looked like a man on a mission. Yoon-seok wanted to say something, but he held it in. Ultimately, he thought it would be a good thing for the plaza.

Soon after, Yoon-seok asked the surviving allies who didn’t have a judgment mark for information on other trials and then left the plaza after telling Jang-Il that he would leave them to handle things.

“I look forward to seeing you again someday.”

He bowed to Yoon-seok.

“Drink plenty of blood…!”

Jang-Il’s eyes turned even more sincere.