Chapter 697 – Side Story 200) the Chaser(99)
Gaiden 200) The Chaser(99)
He promised to fuck Mirinae all night, no, to have romantic sex, but that promise was never kept.
Because?
“Ugh…”
“Are you okay? Are you having a hard time?”
This was because Mirinae’s physical strength was weaker than that of the lower grades in elementary school.
I had only had rough, beastly sex once, in my usual style, but Mirinae was so tired that she couldn’t even lift a finger, and her pussy was swollen when she accepted my cock.
It was impossible to love Mirinae all night in the first place.
“Ugh… It’s okay…”
Mirinae replied with a displeased face. I felt bad because I thought it was because of me. Oh, it’s because of me, right?
“Would you like some water?”
“Huh…”
“Wait for a sec.”
I hurriedly went outside to get some water and returned to Mirinae. After she gave her a drink of water, she laid down next to her and gave her an arm pillow.
“Would you like to take a breath?”
“Yeah… I’m sleepy…”
Nodding her head, Mirinae turned to me and closed her eyes. Soon, she fell asleep with a loud, steady breathing.
I stroked her hair
‘I really need to do some exercise.’
Mirinae was too weak even though her stamina was weak. Not only stamina, but also strength. If you catch an elementary school student wandering around the street objectively and make her arm wrestle, a one-second cut will fly.
Not to have sex with Mirinae for a long time, but for her real health, I had to make her exercise.
‘Shit. If she had known it would be like this, would she have taken Irene out?’
If Iren had taken her out, she would have had crazy sex with her while Mirina was asleep.
Of course, in my house, there were alter egos orgy sex with my women. Irene is also under me, ang-ang! She let out a cute moan.
However, the reason why I feel sorry for not bringing Irene out is because one of her bodies is playing.
How to say, if you don’t use a piece of your body in an alter ego orgy, it feels like you’re wasting something?
If Irene had been brought out, her main body, alter ego, and all bodies would have been having sex right now.
‘I’m sorry, but what can I do? And at this point, I’ll have to look into the White Killer’s memories.’
The White Killer I caught was somehow different.
I could feel it even though I was wearing another body.
That he was the White Killer I was after.
Although the body wasn’t the one I knew, the White Killer’s unique and rotten soul could not be hidden.
However, the appearance he showed today was very different from the White Killer I knew. He acted as if he were a different person, he acted as if he was the owner of the body, the Huang family’s cow, Zhu Huang Ki-jun.
He was furious and wept over his father’s death.
Even if Hwang Deok-myeong was alive, he acted to take advantage of him, but even after he died, Hwang Ki-jun acted as the White Killer.
Even in a situation where he wouldn’t have to act.
That look confused me.
Is that guy really the White Killer I know? But the soul he possesses belongs to the White Killer, right?
‘Let’s go.’
I closed my eyes to find out the truth hidden by the White Killer. My consciousness sank slowly beneath the surface.
*****
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a world painted in gray.
A world of chaos where good and evil coexist and it is impossible to distinguish what is good and what is evil.
This is my inner world.
In the inner world, there were two more guests besides me.
[You’re here.]
One is Cthulhu, the incarnation of despair, bound by chains made of the power of chaos, which is also my source, and waiting for me to digest it.
[Hey, what is this place! Aaaaa!]
And the other was a white killer in the form of Hwang Gi-jun. He was very perplexed by his gray inner world.
Especially when he found Cthulhu chained up, he was screaming in terror.
Here, Cthulhu’s appearance changes constantly. Born from despairing human emotions, it has no clear form.
What kind of Cthulhu is the White Killer looking at now?
One thing is for sure, it’s not something you can be sure of. Otherwise, there’s no way he would be screaming in fear like that.
[The White Killer.]
[?! Yes, you bastard…!]
When I approached the White Killer and talked to him, he was startled. The guy who gnashed his teeth and spewed out anger soon knelt down and begged me.
[Oh no sorry! I was wrong! Please save me!]
[…
He begged for my life.
Was the White Killer like this? Or is he really not the White Killer?
[What’s your name?]
[Yes yes?]
When suddenly asked for his name, the White Killer could not answer easily. He constantly racked his brains to find out what he meant by asking such a question.
[There is no other meaning. So don’t think about what I ask and answer. What is your name?]
[… I, I’m… Hwang Gi-jun.]
When I asked for my name again, the White Killer looked at me and said my name. It was not the name I remembered, but the name of my current body.
[…
I closed my eyes at his answer.
He didn’t lie to me. The trembling eyes, the fear in them, and the survival instinct were telling him the truth.
Then, is this guy really Hwang Gi-jun? Not the White Killer?
‘… It’s still too early to make a hasty decision.’
The White Killer has a stronger survival instinct than anyone else.
Do you think I would call him a cockroach?
Even this could be the White Killer’s ploy to survive from me. It’s still too early to be certain that the guy in front of me isn’t the White Killer.
I opened my eyes and looked at Cthulhu, who was watching over me with interest.
[Is this really your priest?]
[Is my priest right?]
Cthulhu looks at the White Killer with a fishy smile.
Even though he was being eaten away by the power of chaos, he was smiling as if he was enjoying this situation. He seemed to have given up on everything, deciding that escaping from this place was impossible.
[It may or may not be true.]
[…
Cthulhu gave me a fucking answer to my question.
Yes, it may or may not be. Damn, did I ask such a painful question to hear an answer like that? Heh heh heh
What’s even worse is that you can’t retaliate against Cthulhu for giving a damn answer. What would you do to a guy who was only waiting for the day to disappear?
I turned my attention away from Cthulhu and looked back at the White Killer. He shuddered and waited for my disposition.
I recovered the power of chaos that was gnawing at Cthulhu. He took a tiny amount of the power of chaos, because if he retrieved too much, he might escape.
Then, after converting the recovered power of chaos into [Memory Stalker] Superpower, he grabbed the White Killer’s head.
[Huh?! Help me! Help me! Help me!]
[I’m not trying to kill you, so keep your mouth shut. If you open your mouth further there, I’ll just kill whoever you are, so be quiet.]
[…
He was the White Killer who only became quiet after threatening to kill him if he made noise.
I checked the memory of the White Killer by using the memory stalker psychic ability to read the opponent’s memory.
When mankind was still the master of this world.
When creatures from another world called monsters did not yet exist in this world.
The memories of the White Killer began there.
He was born into an ordinary family. He lived a normal life and as an adult met the woman he loved and started a family.
Then one day, a crack appeared in the sky of this world.
[Aaaaah-!]
Someone’s scream like thunder covered the world.
‘… Ah embarrassing.’
The scream that covered the world was my own.
The scream I let out when I tried to ascend to a higher sky, but was stabbed in the back by Cthulhu and torn in half.
It was very embarrassing to see the dark history of the storm.
Anyway, I fell into Cthulhu’s trap and caused a crack in the world. The rifts were connected to other worlds in the universe, and creatures living in those worlds crashed into this world.
That’s what monsters are.
Monsters crash-landed in an unfamiliar world, but soon began to build their own territory in this world. The humans, who were the masters of the world, resisted, but their weapons, which had no superpowers, did not work against the monsters.
Small monsters with delicate skin could be caught with human firearms, but it was difficult to catch medium-sized monsters with firearms. In the case of a large monster, I had to fire dozens of missiles to catch one.
Humans did their best to protect their world.
However, in the end, many people died and the owner had to hand over to the monsters.
[No! No! Aaaaa…!]
In the process, the White Killer’s family, who were ordinary humans, lost their lives.
Parents, brothers, wives, children.
Everyone he loved died.
One important fact here.
It was the same person who killed the White Killer’s family, not the monster.
In a world where law and order have been destroyed by monsters, the law of the jungle has arrived. Those with power among the survivors banded together to plunder the weak.
[I will take revenge! I will definitely take revenge!]
The White Killer, who lost his family to the same humans, was devastated and angry.
The depth of the feeling was such that it caught the attention of Cthulhu, who cut me in half.
[Khehehe… Do you want the power to take revenge on those who killed your family?]
[Yes!]
Cthulhu in human form appeared in front of the White Killer. Thus, the White Killer became a priest of Cthulhu.
Empowered, the White Killer seeks out the culprits who killed his family and exacts his bloody revenge. But even after completing his revenge, the White Killer did not stop.
If psychics hadn’t appeared, the White Killer would have slaughtered the people who could see it like a monster.
[In this world, it would have been much better to disappear.]
This world had no meaning to a man who had lost something precious. The White Killer has lived hundreds of years to destroy this world.
*****
After confirming all of the White Killer’s memories, I unlocked the memory stalker superpower.
‘Right.’
I learned how the monster called the White Killer was born.
[…
I also found out that the person kneeling in front of me begging for my life wasn’t the White Killer.
‘Damn it.’
The White Killer used the power of Cthulhu left in this world, or the remnants of Cthulhu, to mix his soul with Hwang Gi-jun’s and the souls of the people he kidnapped.
And he handed over everything except for a few memories to Hwang Ki-jun and disappeared.
I found out that while watching the soul of the White Killer, Hwang Ki-jun’s memories suddenly flowed naturally.
After Hwang Ki-jun’s memory, another person’s memory appeared, and then another person’s memory appeared again.
‘It’s ridiculous.’
I couldn’t hide my disappointment.
In the end, I was playing on the palm of the White Killer, who was no more than a handful.
