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Chapter 345

Yoon-Ah naturally wouldn\'t answer the questions. She might be subjected to torture as a result, but she was not afraid. It was something she had prepared herself for.

"Get out," the inquisitor ordered.

Yoon-Ah quietly got out of the car and looked around. She couldn\'t tell where she was. The inquisitor led her into a dark and smelly room.

Thud!

"Ugh."

As soon as she entered, the inquisitor kicked Yoon-Ah\'s stomach. Her frail body crumpled to the floor. Some mysterious liquid, perhaps vomit, was about to come out of her mouth, but she swallowed it down. She couldn’t vomit—at least, not right now.

She managed to hold back the urge to vomit somehow, but she couldn\'t stop the coughing that followed.

"Cough, cough! Ugh, urgh!"

She let out a weak groan.

The inquisitor sat down in front of her collapsed figure and took out a cigarette.

Flick!

He lit the cigarette and took a drag. And then he spat on Yoon-Ah\'s face. She felt a deep sense of disgust.

"I know kids like you well," the inquisitor told her. "Kids like you think you’re prepared for torture and that you won’t say anything even if a blade is shoved onto your throat.”

"..."

"I\'ve seen about a hundred of those kids... Not a single one maintained their resolve. They all ended up talking in the end."

The inquisitor continuously exhaled cigarette smoke. The interrogation room was filled with the smoke, and the air became hazy.

Yoon-Ah grimaced as she continued to cough. There was not a single part of her body that was not in pain, whether it was her eyes, throat, or stomach, which the inquisitor had kicked earlier.

"What I\'m saying is, let\'s make this easy," the inquisitor said. He wedged the cigarette between his fingers and pushed the embers toward Yoon-Ah. "Tell me everything. Tell me whether there are any other informants, what kind of information you leaked to the Voodoo Cult, and things like that."

The inquisitor menacingly pushed the cigarette closer. She felt a slight warmth on her skin, and she trembled. Her body trembled regardless of her will, thoughts, or determination.

Yoon-Ah looked at the inquisitor with her mouth shut. Then, she suddenly grinned ear to ear. It was because the inquisitor’s interrogation techniques were just way too obvious. Anyone could imagine and prepare for such an interrogation.

Yoon-Ah spat on the repulsive inquisitor\'s face and retorted, "I know people like you too."

Staring firmly, Yoon-Ah continued, "Human scum that feels superior when they trample on tightly bound prisoners. People like you don’t have any other opportunity to feel superior since you don’t have anything else you\'re good at besides doing such despicable acts. Am I right?”

She even seemed to be smiling leisurely at the inquisitor. The inquisitor had been staring at Yoon-Ah with a stiff expression, but he now smiled back.

At first, he laughed as if he was dumbfounded, but later, he laughed as if he had lost his mind. He clutched his belly and chuckled before taking out massive pliers from somewhere.

"Looks like we’ll have to start with your teeth," he said, shaking the large pliers a few times. "Even kids like you sound cute after your teeth get pulled out. When that happens, whatever you say becomes pleasant to the ears."

"Ugh!"

The inquisitor persistently tried to shove the large pliers into Yoon-Ah\'s mouth, but she gritted her teeth and resisted.

It would have been easier if he had used the mouth holder, but the inquisitor didn\'t particularly like using it. He enjoyed seeing the expression of people giving up and opening their mouths out of their own volition.

The inquisitor chuckled. "Haha!"

His laughter was filled with dirty and vile desires. As Yoon-Ah resisted, he stepped on her neck, fixing her head in place. Yoon-Ah shed tears and struggled. Her face was getting redder.

Yoon-Ah was unable to keep her mouth shut because she couldn’t breathe. No matter how determined she was to grit her teeth and endure, there were things she could do with willpower and things she couldn\'t. The inquisitor finally succeeded in putting the pliers into Yoon-Ah\'s mouth. Now, all that was left was to grab the pliers and pull out one of her teeth.

Knock, knock.

In the climax of the moment, a knock from beyond the door interrupted him. The inquisitor grimaced, stopped what he was doing, and went toward the door. However, he suddenly got an ominous feeling and stopped in his tracks.

The inquisitor shouted from behind the door without opening it. "What is it, you bastard?!"

He considered the possibility that the person beyond the door might not be a subordinate inquisitor but an enemy.

The person replied, "Sir Inquisitor, you might need to come out for a moment."

Due to the echo, he felt a little uncertain, but it sounded like his subordinate’s voice. That didn’t mean he could let down his guard yet, though.

"So, what is it?"

"A man wearing the Central Paladin Order’s attire is standing in the front of the building. He is asking to be let in, but he won’t reveal his affiliation and name, and he doesn\'t know the password."

"If he’s from the Central Paladin Order... shouldn\'t you recognize his face?"

"It’s a face I’m not familiar with. He seems to be an enemy."

The inquisitor was about to open the door and go out, but he hesitated once again. The ominous feeling still lingered. After some hesitation, he ultimately did not open the door.

Instead, he spoke toward the door once again.

"Bat."

“..."

"Hey, bat," said the inquisitor.

That was the password. The correct response was supposed to be ‘wallet,’ but the voice beyond the door was silent.

The person didn\'t know the response, which meant that they were not a subordinate inquisitor but an enemy. However, by the time he realized this, it was already too late.

Bang!

An arm littered with wounds pierced through the iron door, grabbed the inquisitor\'s neck, and lifted him up. The inquisitor scratched at the arm with his nails, punched it, and tried to resist in any way he could. However, the arm did not budge. The arm’s strength was so overwhelming that it felt like his neck was going to get cut off by the sheer force before he suffocated.

"Cough, cough!"

Thud.

The arm soon released the inquisitor\'s neck. The inquisitor clutched his throat and gasped for breath. He needed to either run away or immediately wield a weapon and resist the enemy, but he was unable to do so.

Crash!

The door of the interrogation room shattered. The man on the other side used a strange force to break down the iron door.

He muttered, "I was just trying to have some fun, but oh well."

The man touched his arm before entering the interrogation room. The inquisitor was still struggling to catch his breath and regain his senses.

Yoon-Ah lay on the ground and looked at the man entering the interrogation room. Only then did a glint of recognition appear in her eyes, which had previously been filled with venom and hatred.

Sun-Woo smiled warmly at Yoon-Ah and said, "Good job, Yoon-Ah."

***

Yoon-Ah had met with Sun-Woo several times, even after his true identity was revealed.

She was someone who had known his identity long before the world found out. She had converted to Voodooism ever since Sun-Woo helped her recover from her zombie state.

Her role was to become a critical member of the Romanican Church priesthood and to steal information.

It was something that only she could do because she could wield divine power instead of Voodoo magic and blessings instead of Voodoo spells. Yoon-Ah contacted Sun-Woo and other executives to leak confidential information. She obtained information about the Festival of Light, the foundation of the Romanican Church’s power, and the Knight Order organized to suppress the Voodoo Cult.

She did her best to assist the Voodoo Cult.

One day, Yoon-Ah decided to meet with a Voodoo Cultist as usual to deliver more information. On that day, instead of meeting a Voodoo Cult executive, Sun-Woo came in person.

Sun-Woo handed Yoon-Ah a small device about the size of a finger.

"What is this?"

"It’s a tracking device," Sun-Woo answered calmly.

Up until then, Yoon-Ah thought that her mission was to attach the tracking device to the target. However, the purpose of the device Sun-Woo handed her was completely different from what Yoon-Ah had imagined.

"If it is revealed that you are a spy, swallow this at that time."

"..."

"That way, I can find you then," Sun-Woo said.

Yoon-Ah placed the device she received from Sun-Woo in the palm of her hand and silently stared at it for a while.

She nodded and put the device in her pocket. Then, she looked up at Sun-Woo and said, "Don’t you have something like poison?"

"Why would you need poison?"

"Just in case."

She had been thinking about the possibility of being exposed and being dragged into an interrogation room by an inquisitor. No matter how prepared she might be, humans were often powerless in the face of pain. If she could not keep her wits under torture and was on the verge of revealing information about the Voodoo Cult to the inquisitor torturing her, she figured she could swallow poison and end her life.

She had already died once when she became a zombie. Thanks to Sun-Woo, she gained a new life. Therefore, even if she dedicated her newly acquired life to the Voodoo Cult and Sun-Woo, she wouldn’t regret it.

However, Sun-Woo shook his head and said, "No need. I\'ll arrive before it\'s too late."

Sun-Woo knew why Yoon-Ah had asked for poison.

Yoon-Ah smiled and nodded. "Then it’s not necessary."

She believed in Sun-Woo, and Sun-Woo responded to that belief.

***

Just like Sun-Woo had said, he appeared in front of Yoon-Ah.

"I wonder why you guys always use the same tactics," Sun-Woo remarked as he looked at Yoon-Ah lying on the ground with the pliers in her mouth.

He grabbed the trembling, gasping inquisitor and kicked him. The inquisitor flew into the wall of the interrogation room.

"Ogun," Sun-Woo said as he took out three long iron nails from his pocket.

The nails turned red and floated in the air before rushing toward the inquisitor pinned to the wall.

Thud, thud, thud!

The three nails were deeply embedded into the inquisitor\'s wrists and legs, pinning him up against the wall. Sun-Woo stepped toward the inquisitor and then clenched his fist.

Crack!

Sun-Woo\'s fist struck the inquisitor\'s gaping mouth. Broken teeth spilled onto the floor, and the inquisitor screamed in agony from the pain. Soon, he began making strange noises while shedding tears. Thick blood flowed from the inquisitor\'s mouth.

"Huh, ahh... C-cu, l-lt Le... Gu-argh...!"

The inquisitor tried to speak, but with all his teeth broken, it was impossible to understand what he was trying to say.

Sun-Woo smirked. "You’re right. It does sound cute now that you don’t have any teeth.”

He then scanned the inquisitor\'s body up and down. Sun-Woo\'s gaze stopped at a certain point, which was near the inquisitor\'s lower garment.

Sun-Woo nodded as if he had made a decision. "Alright, I know where the source of your sins lies. I\'ll make sure you can\'t sin anymore."

Then he unleashed Voodoo magic and drew a spell array to cast the replication spell, Dawn\'s Blade.

Sun-Woo held a dagger and thrust it in front of the inquisitor. Then, he shook the dagger from side to side and said, "Here. This is the blade of purification that will cleanse your sins."

"Ugh, ugh, cough!"

The inquisitor squirmed upon seeing the dagger. He seemed to be aware of what Sun-Woo intended to do with that dagger. However, his wrists and legs were firmly nailed to the wall. The inquisitor could only writhe in agony without being able to resist.

“It seems like you’re so happy at the thought of washing away your sins that you can’t stop moving,” Sun-Woo remarked as he looked at the inquisitor.

He brought Dawn\'s Blade, which glowed a radiant purple, close to the inquisitor.

hen using the Executioner\'s Sword was too bothersome, Sun-Woo often used Dawn’s Blade as a throwing dagger. However, the original purpose of Dawn\'s Blade was to cleanly butcher the carcasses of animals for rituals.

Slice!

Sun-Woo swung Dawn\'s Blade. He was using Dawn\'s Blade for its intended purpose almost for the first time.

The sound of sharp cuts and the inquisitor’s screams echoed throughout the interrogation room.