Chapter 900 – 891 Side Story Labyrinth Story
Hwanin asked himself as he waited, caught by a signal that took a long time to change.
Why had I forgotten these two who were like my parents’ enemies?
The reason was simple. This is because of the priority judgment of important issues during the psychopath era when emotions were only understood in one’s head.
And as I got to know my emotions little by little, I came to the conclusion that I had been pushed to the bottom and forgotten due to my trip to Nionebres.
In short, I forgot. No, you could say I forgot.
His parents’ car accident happened before he became a saint, that’s 7 years ago. After that, Nionebres experienced all kinds of incidents and accidents over a period of 10 years.
As much denser experiences poured in like a tidal wave over the years, it was inevitable that relatively unimportant rankings would be pushed aside.
The reason he did not immediately retaliate against the two people who killed his parents also contributed to the oblivion.
‘If the people involved die mysteriously right after a traffic accident, of course detectives will look at me with suspicion.’
So I decided to take my revenge leisurely.
There is a saying that it is not too late for a gentleman’s revenge even if it takes 10 years.
The reason my parents are dead is that they are dead, and if I proceed hastily and get caught by the police and detectives, I won’t be able to live the normal life my parents wanted.
There is a way to simply hire an illegal foreigner to beat up a family and kill them, but isn’t beating them to death in one fell swoop an act of mercy?
I thought it would be sufficient revenge to kill all of those people’s families 10 years later and finally get rid of them…
‘I put two guys on the killing squad and then tripped them to Nionebreth and then forgot about them.’
The alter ego enters the study of a house in Seoul and takes out a notebook from a small space hidden between bookshelves.
A type of diary written in an encrypted arrangement of letters that only Hwanin can understand. When I read the point from 8 years ago in global terms, it turned out that some crime plots had been planned and then stopped.
Even if I had forgotten all along, I would have remembered it immediately if I had seen this, so there is no problem.
… Even if you try to use self-hypnosis like that, it doesn’t provide much comfort.
It was encrypted, so it was hard for others to see it, but I muttered quietly as I put the notebook in which I wrote down my plan for an abnormal crime.
“It would be better to think that it went well.”
I was able to control the divine power called Yulyek. Because we were able to inflict more pain than the previous plan.
It may be fortunate for you, but for those people, it would be one of the worst misfortunes not only in life but in human history.
The two people, Park Cheol-hoon and Jo Han-gil, were living in the same place as eight years ago, so it was easy to find them.
Finding out the addresses of those two was laughably easy.
This is because the real names and actual residences of the two were revealed in official documents provided by the police during the incident.
Hwanin erased his presence with the power of law and investigated the personal affairs of Park Cheol-hoon and Jo Han-gil.
Park Cheol-hoon, the perpetrator of drinking and drowsy driving, is 44 years old and a manager of a mid-sized company with a wife and two children, a son and daughter in middle school.
The perpetrator of retaliatory reckless driving, Jo Han-gil, is 37 years old, single, lives with his parents, and is a wrecker driver, often used as a derogatory term.
Park Cheol-hoon was an ordinary head of a middle-class family that seemed like a painting.
A man who kills people while drunk driving and talks about the rarest bullshit about being a businessman, but is a good father and husband at home.
Jo Han-gil’s life was at a similar level as the dog that spat at the funeral as a result of his misbehavior.
A person who comes from a gangster background and has no deposits or savings and is like a mayfly who lives from day to day.
“…”
Hwanin first looked at the two human families with the eyes of his soul. And he was worried and hesitated.
Park Cheol-hoon’s wife and children were moderately kind, moderately selfish, ordinary, ordinary people.
Jo Han-gil’s parents are good people who have never thrown trash on the side of the road in their lives.
If it were him before he went to Nionebres, he would have thought, ‘So?’ And brutally murdered his entire family.
At a time when his psychopathic tendencies were evident, he would have committed crimes without hesitation, saying, “I am partially responsible for the crime because I lived off the money earned by the head of the household and failed to educate my children at home.”
It may not be as if my parents were crushed to death by a heavy-duty vehicle after making them suffer all the physical pain that could be experienced without killing them, but they would definitely have burned them alive.
However, now that feelings have blossomed, lovers have formed, and children have been born between her and her local wife, humanity and morality are holding her back.
Is it right to kill the entire family for the fault of the head of the family or his children?
‘Is this what my father said?’
[Mom~! I’m hungry! Can’t you boil ramen?!]
[Mom, me too!]
[Guys. It’s dinner in a bit?]
[Still, I’m starving.]
[The stomach is growling.]
[Oh, I got it, I got it. I’ll make ramen for you, so go change your clothes and wash your hands.]
[Oh yeah!]
[Hey!]
Hwanin’s eyes deepen as he looks at Park Cheol-hoon’s wife and two children.
[Honey, my knees are bad, so why do I keep going out?]
[I noticed some trash in the alley. Still, I’ve done it all, so I’ll get into it soon.]
[The doctor told me to be careful, but I kept…]
[I moved carefully, so don’t worry.]
Hwanin’s eyes also sink as he looks at Jo Han-gil’s parents.
“…”
After pondering over and over again for about 5 minutes, Hwanin finally came to a conclusion.
After eating a snack, children who were studying or playing while watching YouTube videos and people spending leisurely time in the living room were put to sleep.
In addition, Park Cheol-hoon, who was working at the company, and Jo Han-gil, who parked their wrecker on the side of the road and listened to music at a loud enough volume to be a nuisance to those around them, also caused drowsiness and fell asleep.
‘I’ll let you make the choice.’
Will we walk into hell together, or will we shake our heads and leave?
Park Cheol-hoon has lived without suffering from any minor illness, to the point where he tells people around him that his greatest pride is his health.
Of course, great efforts were made to achieve this. He deliberately sought out and ate foods that were said to be good for his health, exercised regularly every week, and even received health checkups at a large hospital twice a year.
Based on such efforts, he made sure to have a company dinner and drink once every two weeks, but when he received a health checkup at the hospital, he always came out healthy, so Park Cheol-hoon openly boasted to those around him that he would live a long, disease-free life.
Jo Han-gil’s liver function was slightly impaired due to excessive drinking, but he was generally healthy as a body suitable for tattoo broth. He was so energetic that he had sex with a new girl three times in a row in a row, and he was at a level where he could boast.
“My body… Why are you like this…”
But at some point, my body deteriorated rapidly, and my limbs and joints started creaking, and I started to feel out of breath even after running a little.
My sex life has also been disrupted, to the point where I find it difficult to do it even once a week, let alone once a day.
He thought something was strange and underwent a health check-up at a large hospital, but there were no obvious abnormalities.
The only thing the doctor said was that it would be better to reduce alcohol, cigarettes, and coffee and exercise a little more.
As recommended by the doctor, Park Cheol-hoon quit drinking and smoking, increased exercise, and started paying more attention to what he eats. Jo Han-gil also followed the doctor’s advice, but it only lasted for a few days.
Nevertheless, the physical condition of the two humans continued to worsen. Physical ability has decreased to the level of a person in his 70s.
The deterioration did not stop there.
“Oh, cancer?!”
“Yes. It was discovered early and is not in critical condition. If you take the medicine consistently, you will not have any problems with your daily life. And…”
Since there are also signs of erectile dysfunction and sexual dysfunction, there is even talk that it seems better to take the medicine together.
It sounded like a thunderbolt. How much money have you spent on your health? … !
Park Cheol-hoon and Jo Han-gil were unable to accept reality and lost their minds.
They say bad news overlaps. Park Cheol-hoon, whose health had deteriorated so much that he could no longer work, was recommended by the company to retire.
“Ugh, wow!”
Jo Han-gil drove in retaliation again, as is his personality, and ended up crashing into a street tree. The engine compartment of the car was shattered, and the car even caught fire and was completely destroyed, but Jo Han-gil miraculously came out unscathed.
Lastly, hair loss completely erases a man’s confidence.
Park Cheol-hoon and Jo Han-gil, who had aged 30 years in an instant, were lost at home and wondered why something like this had happened.
‘T-that’s for sure. The dream I had back then… !’
I dreamed of a car accident that resulted in death several years ago. After dreaming that dream, my physical condition began to deteriorate rapidly.
It was a conclusion I would never have come to if I was rational, but my mind, consumed with victim mentality and delusions, dismissed the cause of this worsening situation as a dream I had at the time.
Park Cheol-hoon’s wife said with regret.
“Honey, come to your senses. “It’s just a dream.”
“… “How do you know that?”
“Me and the kids all had that dream together…”
What!? Park Cheol-hoon, who asked about his wife as if he was chasing him, found out that he had even dreamed of going to the funeral and insulting Sang-ju to vent his anger over being ripped off of tens of millions of wins.
I thought her son and daughter had become awkward for some reason… !
Anyway, Park Cheol-hoon’s fortunes began to decline rapidly.
His body is weakened, and he cannot work, but he spends 10,000 to 10,000,000 won every month on medicine. Considering the average living expenses and children’s education expenses for a family of four, a fixed amount of 300 to 400 won per month is spent.
However, with no income, his savings were quickly depleted, and when he suffered an accident where he broke his limb while trying to work, and had to spend a lot of money on hospital bills, his motivation was greatly broken.
In this way, it did not take long to sell the house that was owned and move to a leased house, and to move the house that was leased to a monthly rent.
If you are so unwell that it is difficult to move, or if your body is so tired that it is difficult to even think about anything, it is better. All you have to do is take care of the person who is lying dead.
However, due to his physical and mental difficulties, the evil part of his heart began to surface, and as everything he had achieved throughout his life was collapsing one by one, Park Cheol-hoon became very hysterical and began to use verbal abuse and violence against his family.
“Give me a drink!? “Why don’t you give it to me, why!!”
“Honey, please stop…”
“Is it that difficult to ask you to buy me a drink!? Why don’t you buy me a drink? Are you looking at me funny because I ended up like this!?”
“Dad, stop! Mom is tired from working outside to pay for her dad’s medicine! “You might forget!”
“This damn bastard now! “Tell your dad?!”
Wow!
“Aaaaak!”
His family quickly grew tired of his loudmouthed and irritable father, who could barely do anything on his own.
At first, he morally stayed by his side because he was a family member and because he was the father who had protected the family until now, but he gradually became disappointed in the person called father and lost all affection for him.
The result was a piece of paper placed in front of Park Cheol-hoon.
The next day, unable to overcome his anger, he threw a blade at his daughter and cut her face. Park Cheol-hoon’s fingertips trembled at the piece of paper that his wife, who was thin from hard work, held out with a cold face.
“Hey, divorce? All… You now…”
“I can tolerate other things, but I can’t tolerate throwing cutlery at kids anymore. “Put a stamp on it.”
“What!? “This is all my fault now!!”
“If it’s not your fault, what is? We understand what you’re going through and tried to support you. But all that came back was violence and verbal abuse. The house you bought with the money you worked for? It all went to pay for your medicine. I am paying the deposit and monthly rent for this monthly rental room. “I don’t want to talk too long, so let’s take a picture quickly.”
“This… !”
… After receiving the divorce certificate, Park Cheol-hoon instinctively realized that if his wife and children left, he would be finished.
If he had apologized here, bowed his head, and been calm, it wouldn’t have led to a catastrophe, but if he had been that way in the first place, he wouldn’t have resorted to violence.
Instead of apologizing, Park Cheol-hoon kept his mouth shut and refused to be stamped, but his wife packed her bags and left home with their two children that day.
And the divorce process was carried out through a lawyer sent by his wife.
Since there were no assets anyway, there was no need to divide property and the children could be raised by oneself, so the divorce took place at lightning speed.
Now he is left with only a rented room of about 10 pyeong and his sick and old body.
I borrowed tens of millions of won from my parents and siblings to cover the cost of medicine and living expenses. I also borrowed money from my friends, so I ran out of money and had no place to borrow money from anymore.
Park Cheol-hoon, who was truly alone, did not want to die like this, so with his cancer-ravaged body, he started picking up and selling waste paper, relying on a cane made from cut wood, but it was difficult to even pay the monthly rent with that.
I tried to borrow money from a third-party financial institution, but it was strange that there was no place to lend money given his appearance.
In the end, Park Cheol-hoon was kicked out of his monthly rented room and realized that his life had fallen into ruin. His choice was suicide…
“Why, why… !”
If you cut your wrists and close your eyes, you will be taken to the hospital and survive after being reported by a good person passing by. Hospital expenses are a bonus.
If you make up your mind and muster up the courage to fall from a building, you will save your life by falling on top of trees and vehicles. Vehicle repair costs and street tree protection fees are additional.
If you jump into the Han River, you will be discovered by a passing Han River patrol and pulled out.
Even if you jump in front of a moving car or cross a road where cars are moving quickly, it often ends in a minor accident.
If you stop drinking and crouch under a tunnel trying to starve to death, at some point you will be rescued by a kind-hearted person and come to your senses at a homeless shelter.
“Why… I am…”
However, I don’t have the courage to stick a knife in my heart, so I can only live day by day with a body that has been devastated by numerous suicide attempts and a sick body that is constantly being eaten away by cancer cells by stopping taking medicine.
“Why can’t I even die?” … Why… !”
At the age of 50, Park Cheol-hoon looked like an 80-year-old homeless man. In the middle of winter, he wrapped himself in rags and shivered and muttered under an overpass.
Park Cheol-hoon will not know until his death.
Thanks to the deep core power granted by a man who rose from the status of a human to a god, and the blessing of the power of law, he will live to be 120 years old. Although he will suffer from hunger, cold, disease, and wounds for the next 70 years, he will never die.
Even after death, he will be thrown into the soul passage and there will never be any peace after death.
“…”
Hwan-in, who used the power of law to manipulate the soul of a human named Park Cheol-hoon, twisting his fate and body, dreamed of a car accident and stared at Park Cheol-hoon, who was feeling uneasy and drinking coffee, with calm eyes.
Park Cheol-hoon is not a hero who achieves great feats in human history, nor is he a person with special abilities like Joo Hye-wol.
A mere power of 1 was enough to twist the fate of such a person. In fact, there are about 10 times as many laws written to see the future confirmed through the eyes of God.
Hwan-in, unaware of the terrible future ahead of him, turned his gaze away from Park Cheol-hoon, who was secretly flirting with a woman in the same office, Kyeong-ri, and smiling darkly…
‘It’s trash that looks like it was painted.’
I stared at Jo Han-gil, who was being vicious to a woman in a decadent brothel.
Unlike Park Cheol-hoon, who took care of his body and destiny, this man did only a little. Instead, he made it so that even the slightest movement would get him caught by the law.
Unlike Park Cheol-hoon, a small citizen, Jo Han-gil is a person whose inclination is biased toward evil. He is a person who, if left to society, will commit stabbings or subway arson without question, so he cannot be thrown out by society like Park Cheol-hoon.
He has no choice but to go to prison and die from exhaustion.
Nevertheless, Jo Han-gil’s parents had no choice. Jo Han-gil’s parents had a fixed future in which they would be murdered by their son, to the point where they wondered if this was fate.
The parents did not give up on the sick Jo Han-gil and tried to rehabilitate him, and Jo Han-gil, who was furious, stabbed and killed his parents in the night, saying that it was his parents who had become like this.
He looked further into the future to see what would happen if he didn’t do anything…
‘I learned that in that future, my son, who had lost his job and became unemployed, was committing acts of his own, aiming for property and insurance money.’
Even if the old couple was shown the future of being murdered by their son, the result was the same. He laughs and says, ‘If that’s fate, I have to accept it.’ Then, he is killed by his son.
What sin did I commit in my past life to have such a bastard as my child in this life?
“Fuck… Fuck!”
“Babe. “Aren’t you going to stand?”
“Shut up, bitch!”
Slam!
Jo Han-gil slaps the cheek of a woman at a brothel and steps on her as if she is going to kill her while he is struggling because his cock won’t stand.
After a while, Hwanin turned around as he saw the police officers who arrived handcuffed him for violating the prostitution law and assaulting him.
In the future, Jo Han-gil will be repeatedly released and entered prison and will be treated like human waste by the same inmates.
After being released from prison for the 8th time, he blamed his parents for his temper and killed them. He was then sentenced to life imprisonment for parricide. He spent the rest of his life in solitary confinement, battling illness and living a solitary and lonely life. At the age of 107, he was looked at as trash by the prison guards, and his life was filled with regret and remorse. I die while thinking about it.
After that, suffering is scheduled until extinction in the soul passage.
“…”
Even though Hwan-in took revenge on his parents’ enemies, he did not feel as relieved or amused as he did when he sold Kang Ha-yeon to a village in rural China.
However, he didn’t feel any discomfort or discomfort. Just… It’s a shame that I spent about 50 years of my life on human trash like that.
“Master, are you here?”
“… Yes.”
When he returned to the mountain mansion, Isilite, who had been watering the garden while humming softly, greeted him with a bright smile.
Hwan-in, who had come and hugged Isil Ritte, looked at the sprout sticking out of the garden and her white hair running around it and asked.
“Did you plant summer vegetables?”
“Yes. Hwanyeon will boost the energy of the land, so delicious radishes, onions, peppers, and green onions will grow. If you make geotjeori with it, it will be very delicious… “Master?”
“Why are you doing that?”
“Master, you don’t seem to be in a very good mood. “What happened at school?”
Seeing her first lover’s slight worry after reading her feelings, Hwanin smiled slightly and stroked her brown hair.
Then, Ritte Lee slightly raised her eyebrows, took her husband’s hand, and entered the living room of her house.
Then she sat down on the sofa and lifted her white blouse up over her chest, revealing her incredibly large and soft breasts, and also slightly lifted her black skirt, exposing some of her panties.
“Master, please touch my body! Then you’ll feel a little better… !”
Hwanin blinked his eyes for a moment at the valley of the large breasts, which made him feel good just by looking at them. The smoothness of the breasts was further emphasized by the sunlight.
“I didn’t know it would have such effects on your body.”
“The master told me. “If you touch me to your heart’s content, your headache always goes away, and you feel better.”
“… I definitely said that. Then, let me be indebted to you today as well.”
“Four.”
I sat behind Isilite, hugged her body, and put my hand under the warm bra warmed by her body temperature… Really, really, the softness, warmth, and body temperature comfort my heart.
Hwanin buried his face in Isilite’s neck and her abundant hair, smelled her fragrant body scent, and caressed her chest. Suddenly, he burst into laughter.
Isil Rite, who was shaking her neck under her breath, looked back at him and asked.
“Why, why are you like that… ?”
“The purpose was not to comfort me, but to make you feel better, Isilite.”
“Yes? Oh, no!”
“No, my nipples have become very hard. Plus, my ears are giving off heat like a hand warmer.”
When I pinched the nipple that was protruding and poking his palm, demonstrating its presence, and biting the red earlobe with my lips, he said, “Huh.” Ishilite let out her moans and wriggled her body.
“Well, that’s because the master is so…”
“Too much?”
“It’s because you touched me so sexually… !”
“Tsk tsk.”
“Wow!”
At her cute excuse, her lover lay down on her sofa and held her tightly in his arms.
It looks like they’re hugging each other, but since her breasts are oversized, there’s a bit of space left behind.
However, I am extremely satisfied with the luxurious feeling of being pressed by a full breast.
Hwanin placed his cheek on his shoulder, brushed the back of her hair as she breathed colorfully, and whispered into her reddened ear.
“Ishilite, thank you for staying by her side until now. “Please stay by my side and protect me forever.”
“… Yes, master. Until the day my life and destiny come to an end… “I will protect my master.”
Hwanin gave Isilite a sincere smile as he kissed her lips and closed her eyes, smelling her fragrant body scent.
