Chapter 163 – Doing My Part
“I will kill you.”
“…Target, found on the trail behind Building 204. Requesting assistance.”
A woman quietly performs her role and then takes off the bike helmet she was wearing.
Without hesitation, she pulled her gun from her waist and aimed it squarely at my forehead.
“I had no intention of harming Choi Woo-joo’s family.
Even if I kneel down and apologize, it’s not enough, but I’m truly sorry. I am…
I must stop you from colluding with those behind the mask. Of course, the punishment…”
“I’m going to make you take it now, but where are you trying to get me out of here, you idiot?”
He mutters quietly to the woman, her hand shaking as she holds her gun.
The terrible feeling of the coldness of your cold skin rising to the tip of your head.
It’s a pain that feels like the emotions are stabbing into every corner of my body.
It’s all because of those bastards.
“Oh, brother… What are you going to do…”
”…”
He takes out Dal-i and Byeol-i, sits them down next to her father, and walks towards the woman.
The only way to relieve this feeling, the solution, is right in front of you.
A woman with a trivet in her hand that killed her father and a pistol in her hand that would kill me.
It would make you beg to be killed.
If it were me, it would be possible.
“…Stop right where you are!! I don’t want to be shot either——”
“Crack.”
Puzzle-!!
“Dah …? Ah, ah ah ah ahhh !!!”
The moment I memorized one of the letters engraved on the back of the mask.
The agent’s hand holding the gun was literally crushed.
Twisted fingers, broken bones, and blood flowing out.
Without much hesitation, I expressed my desire by speaking the language of another world.
Like Erdanis, who created a saint without a mask, I did it too.
I try to memorize another text message to the woman screaming in pain.
“Restoration.”
“Ugh, ah…! So, your hand… Your hand… Huh…?”
The agent’s hand, which had been twisted beyond recognition, returned to its original shape.
The finger returned to its proper place as if it had never happened before, and the wound healed in an instant.
A woman looking back and forth between her hands and me, dropping her lips in confusion.
”Ugh, ugh!!”
As she experienced extreme pain as her muscles and blood vessels were torn apart,
I admired the agent for her wits as she picked up her pistol and lifted it up after she had dropped it.
If you are conscientious, you will be crushed to the floor, but I never thought you would shamelessly get up again.
“Crack.”
Paddeuk-!!
This time the shoulder blades.
Her right hand, which had been trying to raise her gun, completely shattered her shoulder.
Drops of blood and bone fragments bounced once again, and the agent’s screams tore through the ears.
‘Crack’ and ‘repair’ are repeated on a woman who falls and rolls on the floor.
Every inch of her finger, silence followed, ribs, flesh and muscles.
It’s a painful pain that wouldn’t be strange even if I died of shock, but it doesn’t kill me.
Even before she stops breathing, the pain she felt just now is immediately restored.
“Stop, stop it!! Please help me!! It hurts, it hurts!!”
The timing of restoration after dozens of cracks.
A woman crawling to me with her tear-stained face begging me.
Her belief in holding up her weapon, saying she had to stop me, was easily broken like this.
Her father died because of her beliefs that were so easily broken.
“Fuck…”
He spits out a laugh mixed with tears of futility and pushes away the woman hanging from the bridge.
“Hig…!! Mom…!! Please save me…!!”
The woman, who fell to the floor with a faint moan, changed her direction and took her flight.
Her emotions began to fluctuate even more when she saw her crawling ugly and trying to get away from me.
A wish and desire to torture someone to death, to kill them.
An unknown type of emotion that is different from anger but similar to sadness.
In this situation, I don’t know whether to cry, get angry, or laugh.
At this moment, I couldn’t figure out what was going on, and my body was moving as it wanted.
“Aaaaah!!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry…! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, please…!!”
She strides up to the crawling woman and pulls her hair.
Dragging the woman, unable to resist, for fear of her suffering coming again,
She dragged it to the fountain in the apartment park at the starting point of the walkway.
“Don’t move.”
“Hee, hee hee…!! Please, please forgive me…!! Whoop?! Grumble?! Grumble…”
The woman’s head is plunged into the murky water of the fountain.
A woman’s body struggling violently with bubbling air bubbles.
When the number of her bubbles popping on the surface of the water decreases, take her out again.
“Puhaa!! Haa, ha…!! I was wrong!! I never meant to do that!! Really…!! Uppubub?!”
Even if I hear excuses, receive apologies, or see people suffering, I don’t feel comfortable.
I keep thinking of my father who died and surrounded me, and my breathing becomes increasingly difficult.
This just isn’t enough.
“Die, damn it…!!”
She had to kill this woman to get out of this hellish feeling.
I pray for her painful death with all my heart and everything I have.
She smashes the woman’s head into the water with both hands so that she can never raise her head again.
The woman, who struggles even harder even though it is probably at her limit, is even suffering from incontinence.
Convulsions on the verge of death, if not the tremors of my hands.
I shed tears as the trembling clings to me like old oil.
She cries out in sorrow as something becomes more and more frequent in her hands.
At that time, a light shock hit the back of my head.
The hands that had been so strong were released so easily,
My legs, which had been stiff from tension, collapsed into a sitting position.
I couldn’t kill the woman who killed her father, I lost it.
The thing that hit my head and fell to the floor was none other than a soccer ball.
It belonged to children who were playing ball on a remote trail.
There were children who stiffened, perhaps because of their own mistakes or because of my appearance.
Looking at her woman spitting out her water with the sun on her back and her me almost killing her.
“…”
He watched me silently and kicked the ball towards the children.
The kids, who may have seen everything, bowed their heads and disappeared.
Strangely enough, the pain that had been squeezing her chest had suddenly disappeared.
All I have left now is vivid sadness.
An unconscious woman with a pistol at her feet.
I could kill him now, but his hands didn’t move.
Instead, he gets up from his seat and trudges over to his fallen father.
I sat down in the seat left by the twins who were looking up at me with dark expressions.
I wipe the blood flowing from my dad’s nose with my sleeve and hug him quietly.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, Dad.”
Now I am bigger than my dad.
It’s been so long since I’ve hugged you like this, I didn’t know.
“Really… Sob, I’m really sorry, sorry? Sob, dad, really…! I love you…!!”
When I was young, my relationship with my father was not good.
My father, who went to work every week and came home once in a while, was unfamiliar to me.
Dad, who didn’t know how to express affection when he came home, all he did was watch TV and newspapers.
Even if we lived in the same house or sat at the same table, my father never had a single conversation.
My father was difficult and scary to approach, and I envied my friends’ fathers.
The father of my friends who hugs me right in front of me and says ‘Son!’ When I leave kindergarten.
While attending kindergarten, I had never been greeted by my parents.
Mom and Dad, I can understand because you are both busy with work!
I think I consoled myself like that, but that wasn’t the case.
I secretly hated my father who never once warmly called out, ‘Son!’
When you can’t express your disappointment in your young heart, and your pouting lips keep getting longer and longer.
The night before my birthday, I suffered from a high fever.
What was in front of my eyes, which I couldn’t even see because I was in so much pain, was my father’s shadow.
Dad, who was restless and didn’t know what to do, was giving me fever reducers and changing my wet towel.
He was the father who carefully woke me up after a day of sleepiness and fed me white porridge that he had cooked himself.
When I opened my eyes again after a night of vague memories, it was my birthday.
The robot toy placed by the bedside was a toy that was so popular at the time.
It was so popular that you had to stand in line in front of the supermarket from early in the morning to get it.
There was a letter from my father attached to the toy gift that my friends didn’t receive.
A short letter saying ‘Happy birthday, son.’
Mom said something to me who was jumping up and down with excitement.
My dad is like a teddy bear, so he’s quiet and slow.
He doesn’t say it, but he says he loves space as much as his mother.
I was misunderstanding my father.
Dad was just wondering how to approach me, who was so small.
After that, I naturally had more conversations with my dad.
When I wake up in the morning and go out to the living room, if my dad is there, I say, ‘Good night.’
Then my dad said, ‘Did you sleep well?’ And smiled a little.
Days where we gradually narrow the distance between us and resolve each other’s misunderstandings.
Dad’s birthday is coming soon. As I received a big gift, I also wanted to do something called filial piety.
So, I asked my dad what gift he wanted to get…
He said, ‘100 points for dictation.’
That’s about it.
The day before my dad’s birthday, I got 100 points on the dictation test.
For the first time, my dad smiled broadly and patted my head.
The birthday present my dad wanted was always like that.
‘First place in class’, ‘First place in relay race’, ‘Winner of soccer competition’
‘Make a girlfriend and bring her home’, ‘Go to the college of your choice’
The older I got, the more years passed, and the more unfilial I became.
This was because the birthday gifts she had promised to give to her father were becoming more and more difficult.
‘Going back from the military’ and ‘having a drink with dad’ were easy, but…
This year’s birthday gift was the most difficult.
‘I must have been in the military, I can do my part as one person’
I think I’ve done a good job so far…
How should I do this? By what standard will my father be satisfied?
…
First of all, becoming a ‘murderer’ is not something I can do.
To make sure I do what is given to me and what I am capable of.
I think my dad helped me give the gift properly this time.
If it’s something like that, just say it out loud. Dad finds it really funny too.
“I really love you dad…? Ugh, really, I love you…!”
Please tell me the way I did, there was no need to go this far.
…Thank you Dad, I love you.
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