## Chapter 333 – Thug Fighters
My heart, colder than ever, sharpened the blade’s edge. The astonishingly condensed rage even brought a kind of exhilaration.
ㅡDrip, drip.
Sweat poured from every pore of Kisson as he gripped the doorknob.
Betraying the organization was enough to make anyone nervous.
But since he’s going to die anyway, there’s no need to be nervous.
ㅡCreak.
Amidst the stifling tension, Kisson, finally making up his mind, slowly opened the door, revealing the scene inside.
“Kisson?”
“What’s up?”
“Who’s that guy?”
The inside resembled a mobster’s office.
There was a window at the front, and a bald man sat in front of it. Judging by the elaborate desk, he was clearly the boss. He had a lot of scars on his head, too. Could that be why he lost his hair?
And around the tables and chairs scattered among the few pieces of furniture, thugs with the faces of murderers were playing cards.
Normally, I would have asked to join in, but right now, I needed to assess the layout of the room. Rolling my eyes, I saw a staircase leading to the third floor.
…Reinforcements might come from there.
“Hey! You! Who are you! Answer me, Kisson!!”
These guys are total gangsters.
ㅡRumble.
The thugs immediately stood up, drawing their weapons. They had a knack for sensing an ominous atmosphere. However, there wasn’t a single person here who seemed like a real powerhouse.
“Kisson! Who’s that guy, and why do you look like that?”
“Blood on the sword? What about Melson, the guard?”
“Did you kill him?”
They took up fighting stances and questioned Kisson. I ignored all their questions and asked Kisson,
“Where’s the boss?”
“T-That person in front of the window is the boss…”
As he pointed, shouts erupted from the thugs.
“You son of a bitch! Kisson! What the hell are you doing! Huh!”
“You betrayed the organization!”
There were a total of twenty thugs inside, with the boss sitting at the front. More might come down from the third-floor staircase. I had to be careful of that.
“Quiet!”
As I was figuring out who to kill first, the boss shouted. He had a surprisingly booming voice.
“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen your face around here. What brings you to my organization? And with such a menacing weapon… I’d like to talk if you don’t mind.”
“Talk? Does this guy actually make sense, unlike how he looks?”
“You can’t be a boss if you can’t talk.”
Of course, no problem can be solved with words.
Only problems that can be solved with money exist.
Actually, if he just gave me back my 100 silver, I might let this slide. Considering my labor costs, let’s try to negotiate.
“Then tell these guys to sit down.”
“I can’t do that because of security regulations.”
“Regulations my ass, you bunch of crooks.”
The conversation broke down.
“You son of a bitch! Boss! Let’s just kill him!”
Then one of the thugs raised a hand axe and shouted.
“I told you to be quiet.”
“…”
The boss seemed to have some charisma, as they backed down at his word. After glaring at me for a moment, the boss opened his mouth.
“…So, buddy. There should have been a guard at the entrance, right?”
“He was napping, so I just came up. Seemed unprofessional.”
“Then what’s the blood on that sword?”
“I roughed up Kisson a bit. Look, he’s bleeding, isn’t he?”
“Why? What did Kisson do?”
“Let’s cut the pointless chatter.”
I didn’t come here to talk about this crap.
I rested the sword on my shoulder and said,
“Kisson stole my money. And he said it was taken by the boss of the organization. So, I came to get it back. Understand?”
“…”
“Give me my money if you don’t want to die.”
“…How much is it? It seems there was a misunderstanding with our member. I’ll give it back, so please calm down.”
“100 silver.”
“What?!?!”
The boss looked as shocked as if his hair had grown back upon hearing my words.
“Surprised? I’m surprised too. Stealing 100 silver from me.”
The original amount was 5 silver, but if you add interest, labor costs, and compensation for mental and physical distress, it comes out to about 100 silver.
It would have been a bit more, but I didn’t want to kill unnecessarily, so I gave them a considerable discount.
“What nonsense is this…! Kisson! Tell me! What the hell is going on!”
“B-Boss, well… that’s…”
This bastard… doesn’t he plan on giving me back the money?
Then I have to kill everyone here.
“No, really. Listen carefully. I came to get back my stolen money. If you just give it back, I can let it go without killing anyone. I’ll even accept installments, so choose wisely. You might all die, you know.”
If they show a willingness to repay, I might let them off.
“Bullshit! What a load of crap! This guy’s crazy! Guys! Kill him! And capture Kisson alive!”
ㅡYes, Boss!
ㅡWaaaaaaaah!!
ㅡYou son of a bitch!!
ㅡWaaaaaaaah!!!
ㅡKisson, you’re dead too, you bastard!!
The thugs, shouting, raised their weapons and charged at me.
“You motherfucking bastards.”
In the end, as always, no problem could be solved with words. I tried hard enough to resolve it through conversation.
ㅡSo, there’s no need to hold back my anger any longer.
“KIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The blood vessels in my eyes burst from the immense rage, and the world turned red. These sons of bitches not only dared to touch my money but also tried to kill me?
It’s beyond shameless; it’s just absurd. I have to kill them all.
“Die!”
Thugs with hand axes aimed for my head from three directions. But they were slower than even mediocre swordsmen, let alone killer wasps.
You think you can catch me with that kind of speed?
“Not producing anything!”
ㅡWhoosh!
I swung the sword mightily.
My weapon and armor are superior. The only thing against me is the numbers. But I was practically an expert in one-versus-many combat.
ㅡAbove all, a swift quick sword. At the same time, an incredibly heavy greatsword.
“U-Ugh?!”
“B-Big! It’s huge!”
As the claymore’s massive blade cut through the air, a spray of blood erupted in its wake. In an instant, I ripped open the abdomens of two thugs and then twisted the sword, shoving the tip into the mouth of another.
ㅡThud!
“Gak… Gag!”
“All you know how to do is steal from others!”
I killed three thugs in less than three seconds. The thugs who had been charging at me stopped in their tracks, terrified. I read the fear in their eyes.
These cowardly bastards live by robbery? Truly earth-shattering. In battle, the one who gets scared first loses… They don’t even know the basics.
A skilled warrior knows how to exploit the weaknesses of their enemies.
And I am.
ㅡHeavenly Demon’s Advent Steps.
A skilled warrior.
I immediately used the footwork to kill the hesitating ones first. I suppressed the space itself with the blade and footwork, severing the breath of those who came within my range!
ㅡSwoosh!
“Eek?!”
“You human trash!”
ㅡThwack!
I beheaded the fourth thug.
“W-What are you doing! Kill him! Kill him!”
“Waaaaaaaah!”
“Kill him!!!”
The thugs, agitated by the boss’s roar, drew their weapons and charged instead of running away. I took advantage of the long sword, lightly skewering their heads like skewers.
“Cough?!”
Repeating that a few times, the thugs quickly died.
These guys only knew how to extort money from the poor; they had never fought in a real battle or against a warrior. They couldn’t use their numbers at all, and they couldn’t even respond to my attacks once.
The difference between skill and courage, and experience and valor, is exactly this.
ㅡSplatter.
The office was already covered in red blood. Crimson blood stained the walls and ceiling, and severed heads rolled around like dropped watermelons.
It didn’t take even five minutes to slaughter eight thugs.
“Die, you sons of bitches!”
I have to cut out all the cancer in this society!
These bastards are the same ones who killed Lina’s grandmother! They steal the laughter of children! They steal my money! They drag the morals of the world into the dirt!
You Nazi Belgian sons of bitches!
This is the blade forged with the tears of the Congolese and the Jews!!!
“KIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Screech!”
These were the beings that the Great Demonic Heavenly Saint Warrior Kim Kat had to judge. If words don’t work, use the sword. Violence is the only true means of communication. I used the sword to talk to their severed ends.
ㅡThwack!
“You fucking criminals!”
I kicked and broke chairs and tables, and unleashed the Chief’s Swordsmanship, slashing everywhere!
“You fucking murderers!”
Even if a bunch of cripples who only rolled around in the slums ganged up on me, they couldn’t win! Neither the Dryad! Nor the Kobold Guardian! Nor the Orc! Nor the Undead! Nor the Merman could kill me!
“Kraaaaaaah!!!!”
The limbs and fingers of the thugs exposed to the scattering sword strikes adorned the sky. It felt like a kind of murderous constellation.
“Die!!!!”
“You barbarian!”
Two more thugs charged at me simultaneously, but without armor or a sword to penetrate the gap, they couldn’t break through my defenses at all.
“Kehek!”
I immediately thrust the sword, killing one, and then used the Chief’s Footwork to retreat a step, pulling out the sword and stabbing again.
“Kuhuk!”
A one-sided victory.
Before I even felt fatigue, I had slaughtered almost all the thugs on the scene. All fatigue was offset by the mana raging through my body, and in the reddened world, the figures of the enemies were clearer than ever.
“This is what it means to steal the wallet of this Heavenly Demon Kim Kat.”
ㅡGgrrrr…!
ㅡKrrrhhhh!
ㅡMom, Mom…!
“You all die. You all die. I won’t spare you even if you beg or plead for your lives.”
ㅡThwack!
I stabbed the neck of the thug calling for his mother.
“You all die.”
ㅡMountain of Corpses, Sea of Blood.
“Your miserable lives end here.”
All that remained in the blood-soaked room were three thugs and the boss. And Kisson, cowering in the corner and pissing his pants, and Lina, hiding behind him.
Unless they were professionally trained warriors, they couldn’t beat me in the first place.
“You didn’t know that.”
Muscles trained to the limit and professionally honed swordsmanship.
And overflowing mana and the absolute ability to wield it.
“That’s why.”
This gap cannot be bridged by the mere numbers of thugs.
“Annihilation.”
They lacked the fighting spirit, valor, courage, power, muscles, skill, and experience. They couldn’t reach me. Covered in blood, I felt a kind of thirst.
Weak.
Too weak.
At least show the kind of guts it takes to steal 100 silver from me…!
“Eek?!”
“Heok!”
As I glared at the remaining thugs, one of them nearly rolled his eyes back and tried to cast necromancy. Was he preparing a secret black magic?
I immediately jumped out and severed his head.
ㅡSwoosh!
The flying head landed on the boss’s desk.
“I-I can’t believe it! My, my thugs in, in an instant…!”
The distraught boss shouted in a despairing tone.
“It’s a clear reality. You should have known that this is what happens when you rip off someone’s money, right?”
“But, but how could this happen… Why… Above all, why would a skilled person like you have 100 silver stolen by Kisson?”
Ah, that.
“Actually, the stolen money was 5 silver.”
“W-What?!?!?!”
The boss’s eyes widened as if his dead mother had come back to life.
“Then why! Why! If you had answered that way, I would have returned all the money! But why did you bluff like that…!”
The boss tore at his already bald head at my answer.
“You have to pay back stolen money with compound interest, you son of a bitch. Don’t you know that?”
“Even so, 20 times as much…! I don’t have that kind of money!”
Of course, he wouldn’t.
“That’s why I said installments were okay.”
“I can’t… I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…! I can’t!!!!!!”
The boss, almost in a panic, began to deny reality. I had clearly presented the method and specific solutions from the beginning.
No matter how much he tried to escape reality, this was a clear reality.
The boss had to take all the responsibility for my killings.
“Mersin… That’s right! There was Mersin! I have to call Mersin! Hey! Go upstairs and call Mersin! Hurry!”
“What? Mersin?”
ㅡFlash!
Could it be a powerhouse in this organization?
“Mersin!!!! Mr. Mersin!!!!!!”
“Mr. Mersin!!!!”
At those words, the last two surviving thugs quickly ran towards the stairs leading to the third floor.
“Where do you think you’re going, you ball-less bastards!”
ㅡSwoosh!
There’s nothing easier than killing those who show their backs. I immediately threw the sword at the two thugs chanting “Mersin.” “Kuhak!” “Cough!” It took exactly six seconds to kill the two of them.
“Who the hell is Mersin…”
I said, looking towards the stairs.
“Haa. What other idiot has come in now?”
ㅡThud, thud.
Someone, someone was coming down the stairs from the third floor. The voice I heard was very androgynous.
Man? Woman? I couldn’t tell.
“You woke me up from my nap.”
Finally, the figure of the thug was revealed.
A swordsman wearing a blue outfit was walking down from the third floor.
Looking at his face, he was a bizarre-looking man, like some kind of crazy murderer. Was that voice because of his oral structure?
Anyway, he was holding a long katana, but what was most bizarre was the tone and manner of his voice.
What’s with this guy’s way of talking?
“He, he’s here! Now, Mersin! Time to earn your keep! Kill that guy!”
“Oh my… What is this carnage? Did you do this?”
Sensing the killing intent, I immediately scanned the muscles of the thug named Mersin. He had a fairly well-trained body… I’ve never fought a guy who uses a katana before.
I immediately unleashed the muscles and mana throughout my body.
ㅡAnd thus, what reaches is the essence of the Chief’s Swordsmanship.
“A fierce-looking guy… Hehehe, it’ll be fun to cut you up, ohohohohohohok?!?!?!?!”
ㅡChief’s Slash.
“Chief’s Slash, you fucking bitch!”
ㅡCrack.
Mersin, split in two from the crown of his head, fell as if peeling apart to the left and right.
This was still a pretty brutal attack.
“…”
Why?
If you meet a strong enemy, you have to unleash your ultimate move from the start, you idiot.
The True Chief’s Swordsmanship First Secret Technique Chief’s Slash from just now was a decisive blow that consumed all my capabilities and more than half of my mana.
I guess he wasn’t as strong as I thought.
“H-Heok! Mersin in one hit!!!”
“Was this guy your best card?”
“P-Please spare me, brother!!! I’ll give you all the money!!!”
The boss cried out.
Then let’s start talking about money now.
