Chapter 1180 – 1180. Day 15
[Great Luck (Lv. Master) is activated.]
As I entered the mountain, Great Luck activated.
My body moved on its own, changing direction. I was taken aback, but I entrusted myself to the Great Luck skill. Great Luck is about fortune. It wouldn’t do anything bad to me.
“Sung! Where are you going?! Shouldn’t we be heading deeper into the mountain?”
Mori Masahiro said. I replied irritably. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to have my body move on its own.
“Just follow me for now.”
I thought as I ran.
What saved us in that moment of crisis was the earthquake. It was bad luck for the villagers, but good luck for us.
‘It was good luck, but Great Luck didn’t activate. That earthquake must have been one that happened in the original story.’
Though I don’t remember the details of the original story.
After running through the mountains for about fifteen minutes, we arrived at a place with a large Japanese-style mansion. A little ways from this mansion was a hospital.
“This is… the Kaminoyama mansion.”
Mori Masahiro said, wiping away sweat.
“Kaminoyama. That’s the shrine maiden’s family name. Is this her house?”
“It’s the main family’s residence. The shrine maiden, Kaminoyama Kagura, lives at the shrine. It seems you didn’t come here knowing about this place.”
I just came here following where Great Luck led me.
“…Wouldn’t it be better to just go down the mountain?”
Wada Kyoshiro said. It wasn’t a bad idea. Our original plan was to go down the mountain.
“I think I know what Yujin is thinking.”
Nakagami Risa said with a smile. Everyone’s gaze turned to her. Her openly smiling in this situation made her seem strange, and their gazes were filled with wariness.
“Right now, we’re in the worst situation. The people of this village are trying to find and kill us, and we have nothing. In this state, we’re going down the mountain? I think that’s suicide. You all felt how big this mountain was when we came here.”
“But Nakagami-senpai, if we go down the mountain, there will be a road, and if we walk along the road, we can get to a city.”
“Wada, the problem is going down the mountain. This mountain is dangerous. There’s a cliff on one side of the mountain, and I’ve heard there are wild animals. Let’s say we’re lucky and get down. What if the villagers are waiting for us at the bottom of the mountain?”
“…So, senpai and Sung’s opinion is that we should stay in this village?”
“That’s not it. I agree that we should go down the mountain. The problem is that we have nothing. We need tools. Food is essential. And since we might run into the villagers… we need weapons too.”
Nakagami Risa’s gaze turned to the mansion. Everyone’s gaze naturally followed.
Tools, food, weapons.
The things we want must be in that mansion.
“…Isn’t it dangerous? The shrine maiden is behind the villagers, and since this is the shrine maiden’s main family’s residence, the security must be tight….”
Wada Kyoshiro worried.
“It’s just as dangerous now. If we run away from the mountain empty-handed, it will be dangerous. Above all, we don’t know the geography of the mountain at all. Even if we don’t get anything else, we have to get food.”
Mori Masahiro said.
“…I’ve been trying to use my smartphone since earlier, but the signal is cut off. I can’t even make calls, let alone use the internet. They’ve done something to block phone signals in this village. We can’t even ask for help from the outside. We have to survive on our own. To do that, we need weapons.”
Fudo Jun said. He was cold and collected. He wasn’t intimidated by the villagers. He didn’t seem like an ordinary man.
The circle members discussed their opinions. And they decided democratically. They decided to raid the mansion.
We climbed over the mansion’s fence.
It was a bit high, but it wasn’t a fence we couldn’t get over.
The mansion was quiet. We vaguely thought there would be guards patrolling, but that prediction was wrong. There wasn’t a single guard patrolling inside the mansion.
Tap tap tap!
We heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the mansion.
“Wake everyone up! It’s an emergency!”
“Yes, sir!”
“We have to search the mountain! Prepare the hunting dogs!”
“Understood!”
“Block the road below the village! We need people, so request manpower from the outside!”
A middle-aged man’s shout echoed into the mansion. It was a voice I’d heard somewhere before.
“…Shimada, the police chief.”
Mori Masahiro muttered, identifying the owner of the voice.
We moved only after the commotion outside had died down.
The lights inside the mansion turned on. They had woken up after hearing the commotion. The good thing was that the mansion’s main gate was still closed.
I, who was walking at the front, said in a small voice.
“The people of this village are trying to kill us. I don’t know why they’re trying to kill us, but they’re trying to kill us.”
Did they want revenge because I killed the villagers first? Absolutely not. They would have tried to kill us even if I hadn’t killed them first.
“So, we’re going to kill them too. If you’re going to spout nonsense about not killing people, then you might as well do nothing.”
The door next to me opened. A person came out. It was a woman who looked to be in her forties. Judging by her clothes and disheveled appearance, she seemed to be a servant working at the mansion. Before the woman could scream, I grabbed her neck and broke it.
Crack.
The woman died instantly. I pushed the body into the room and closed the door.
My back felt prickly. I could see a slight fear in the eyes of the circle members looking at me.
“…Was it really necessary to kill her?”
“Mori-senpai, what did I say earlier?”
“……Sorry.”
“That woman was about to scream as soon as she saw us. What would have happened after that? Of course, the villagers would have swarmed us, and we would have died.”
“Yeah. If we don’t want to die, we have to kill… This village is hell.”
After that, we ran into several more people. I took the lead, but there were times when it was difficult for me to handle it alone. At those times, Nakagami Risa or Hagawa Ryoko stepped in to help.
We killed an old man who seemed to be the owner of the mansion and successfully took control of the mansion.
Without hesitation, we gathered the equipment we needed to escape the mountain and the food in the kitchen. We took Japanese swords as weapons. Perhaps it was the mansion owner’s hobby, but there were dozens of Japanese swords stored in one room. I quickly ran over and grabbed the sword in the most ornate spot.
‘In manga, there’s usually a famous sword hidden in a place like this, but… that’s not the case in reality. The owner of the sword isn’t an idiot, so why would he put a good sword in a corner?’
Holding the sword, I looked at the mansion’s annex. It was the only place in the mansion we hadn’t entered. There was no need to enter. We had already gathered everything we needed.
‘It’s piquing my curiosity.’
The annex had no windows. Even when I looked around, it was blocked by concrete. The main door was a heavy iron door.
I told the circle members, who were busy gathering food and tools, that I would go to the annex for a moment and stood alone in front of the annex.
I grabbed the handle of the iron door. The iron door was open. It didn’t seem like I needed to use the key that was in the mansion owner’s room.
A white light leaked through the slightly open door. I was a little taken aback and opened the iron door wide.
Clang clang clang.
It was a small factory. Machines were running, making something. The ceiling was bright and clean. I could feel that they were very conscious of hygiene.
And in the center, a man wearing black clothes was sitting in a chair, looking at the machine. His face was not visible. A black cloth covered his face.
He looked surprised to see me and took something out of his pocket.
Red pills, Blood Pills.
And not just one. A total of six.
He lifted the cloth covering his face and swallowed all the Blood Pills.
Drip. Drip drip.
Tears of blood fell to the floor. And his body twitched.
‘…No. Not his whole body… His muscles are twitching.’
He charged at me. His acceleration was incredible.
‘Still, it’s not beyond human level.’
His hand, with bulging veins, reached for my head. It seemed like he was trying to grab my head and crush it.
I lowered my waist and drew my sword. My sword was faster than his hand.
Swoosh.
His head was cut off and flew into the air. A fountain of blood shot up to the ceiling from his severed neck. His blood pressure was excessively high.
The body, having lost its head, didn’t stop. I moved to the side and swung my sword. I cut off his shoulder. The tough, muscular mass was cut smoothly.
‘Indeed, it’s a fine sword.’
I looked at him as he fell. Blood was gushing out like a fountain from his severed shoulder as well.
‘He has a scar on his neck. He didn’t say a word, …did they remove his vocal cords and make him mute?’
I turned away from the corpse and looked at the machine. Even without a manager, the machine kept running.
In the machine at the front, powders were being mixed together. There were more than six types of powder, five of which were white, and one was bright red.
The well-mixed powder turned into pink powder and moved to the next machine.
Water was added and mixed. Then, it was boiled until the water evaporated. This process was repeated several more times.
‘…It doesn’t seem like water.’
Then, the powder was formed into round shapes and hardened. This is how Blood Pills were made.
‘It’s surprisingly easy to make?’
But that wasn’t the end.
The completed Blood Pills were divided into two types at the inspection station.
I couldn’t tell the difference just by looking at them.
‘There are fewer Blood Pills on the right. Are they defective?’
I decided to try eating them.
I have complete recovery. I wouldn’t die from eating them right away.
First, I picked up a Blood Pill on the left, which I suspected was a successful product, and put it in my mouth.
Thump!
My heart pounded fiercely. My body was energized, and my mind became clear. My senses became a little better. I felt confident. It felt like I could do anything.
‘…It’s a drug.’
I ate the Blood Pill on the right.
Power surged through my body. My vision turned red. Drip drip. Tears of blood flowed down my cheeks.
‘The smaller pile was the Blood Pill.’
I grabbed a handful of Blood Pills and stuffed them into my pocket. They might be useful later.
I moved behind the machine. I saw stacked boxes. I cut open a box with my sword. The Blood Pills were luxuriously packaged.
‘Are they selling Blood Pills? They must be making a lot of money?’
There would be many who wanted this. The Yakuza, maybe even the Japanese government, might be secretly buying Blood Pills. The effect of Blood Pills, which temporarily enhance the body, was something everyone would covet.
‘There’s a door. Is that where the materials come in?’
It was a door leading to the basement. I went down to the basement and let out a hollow laugh. The passageway was full of powder.
‘It’s a drug.’
At the end of the passageway was another door. I opened the door and went inside, and a terrible smell of blood stung my nose. But it wasn’t a messy place. It was a cold and clean place. I turned my head to the side.
Inside the machine were the corpses of Takana Hiroshi, Gonzo, and Sakurai. There were also the corpses of the villagers I had killed. The machine seemed to be used to preserve the corpses so they wouldn’t rot.
‘Not only that, but it’s also squeezing out blood. And the machine next to it… seems to be separating flesh and bones from the corpses.’
The separated flesh and organs were being boiled in a pot with blood. The bones were being crushed into powder.
‘I don’t know about the powder… but are the bones, flesh, and organs one of the ingredients for Blood Pills?’
I recalled the taste of the Blood Pill I had eaten earlier. It had no taste at all. It was hard to believe that a person had been put into it.
“…The Blood Pills had no taste at all. Is it not made from ground-up people?”
“There’s an intermediate process. The extract taken from the corpses is mixed with the Kaminoyama family’s secret medicine, then made into powder. After that, it’s mixed with five kinds of drugs to make Blood Pills. However, the success rate of manufacturing Blood Pills is only 15%. 85% of defects occur during the process of forming and hardening the powder. We’ve been trying to improve it for the past five years… but we’ve failed.”
I turned my head to the side.
A giant man, about 2 meters tall, wearing a doctor’s gown, was looking at me with indifferent eyes.
“Who are you?”
“Kaminoyama Kazuto. I’m the director of this hospital.”
