Chapter 462 – 462. Haruka 2
Haruka is embarrassed and doesn’t know what to do even though the situation she dreamed of has come before her eyes.
Hmm. It’s frustrating. Well, even if it’s frustrating, this may be normal.
Does this mean that there is still some humanity left? The uncle who raped her, the aunt who beat her.
There will be enough desire to kill. That kind of reason is enough to kill you.
But even if you think you’ve done it dozens or hundreds of times, it’s not easy to actually do it… I understand.
I understand. I understand, but it’s frustrating.
I go to what appears to be a kitchen and take a quick look around. Ah. There is too. There’s no way it doesn’t exist.
He took out a kitchen knife and threw it in front of Haruka.
Dangrang
A woman is startled by the clear sound of a blade hitting the floor.
And she couldn’t help but just look at her kitchen knife.
Under. It’s annoying. How much do I have to spoon-feed?
“You’re not going to do it?”
“Uh… Ugh. But…”
That’s wrong. There is no need for a child like this.
Even in situations like this, you hesitate, but at a critical moment, it’s even worse, right?
You will be like an elk facing a light. She won’t be able to do anything and her body will be stiff, and she will die.
“That’s it. What is an angel? If you can’t even do that, why did you come looking for that damn angel?”
As I muttered that and took out the machete, Haruka suddenly grabbed the kitchen knife from the floor.
And swung at her own uncle.
“Uuuuum!!!”
The uncle, who had been put to sleep with his mouth covered, suddenly wakes up and screams as soon as he is hit by the kitchen knife Haruka swings at him.
“No…”
A woman who impulsively swings and loses consciousness due to screaming and blood.
Ha. Is this okay? No matter how I look at it, it’s unsettling.
“Hey. Hey. Hey.”
Sing briefly and strongly and clap your hands to get the woman to focus.
He seems to have come to his senses a little from his dazed expression.
Looking at her like that, she speaks firmly and lowly.
“It’s not swinging. It’s stabbing. Hold the handle tightly with both hands and stab it here. Heart. Do you understand? You don’t have to worry about the blood. It’ll all disappear. Do you understand!?”
A woman nodding her head after hearing what I said.
Muttering something quietly with her mouth. The shape of her mouth is different, but it has a small ‘heart…’ Shape. . Stab… A sound like ‘.’ Is heard.
Ah. Now that I think about it, interpretation is being applied naturally. Of course, this passive is the best.
If I didn’t have this, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything, let alone information.
“Now. This is your last chance. Do it right.”
Haruka grabs the knife. Her eyes are different from before. Now I have some useful eyes.
I was quite hypersensitive to the word angel. Hmm. Is it a bit like an awakening keyword? Well, that can’t be possible.
There’s no such thing as a magic word, right? However, it seems to have a similar effect.
It’s like a word that can bring out all of one’s pain, sadness, and suffering.
Although it’s just a rough guess on my part.
“Profit!”
With a single, short moan, Haruka stabs the knife straight into her uncle’s heart.
The attempt was great. It’s just that I didn’t have enough strength.
Instead, in some ways, it is a good thing. It will hurt more badly than dying right away.
It would be a shame to kill him all at once. Let them feel the pain enough to feel it, then kill them.
Even though I stabbed him properly, he didn’t die, so he seemed confused for a moment, but he still seems to have the ability to learn.
Immediately after pulling out the knife, he holds it again and stabs it again.
This time, the thrusting posture was okay, but the position was a little off. But from the perspective of pain, this is actually a better thing.
You won’t die, but you’ll be stabbed in a very painful spot.
My uncle, who used to scream with his mouth taped shut, can no longer make any sound.
Drooping head. The fishy smell of blood. Haruka plunged her kitchen knife into her chest for the third time.
A flash of light erupted and the uncle disappeared. With all the fishy smell of blood.
“Good job. Did you see? All the blood disappeared?”
“Haa… Haa… Yes… Angel.”
It’s a little crazy. What an angel. Even though I said no, am I already an angel?
“Okay. This time it’s this girl. Be good.”
Haruka catches her breath and collapses with solemn eyes as she looks at her aunt who is still asleep.
Puuk
Unexpectedly, Haruka picks up her kitchen knife and stabs her in the stomach first.
She was surprised. Why did she immediately kill the uncle who raped her?
It is said that she was stabbed in the stomach, but she wasn’t stabbed very deeply either.
No matter how prepared she is, there is something called psychological resistance.
People are like that. A person who knows that it hurts to be stabbed cannot stab others carelessly.
Because there is such a thing as empathy. Of course, if the resentment and anger are large enough, the ability to empathize is quietly dented.
My aunt wakes up from her sleep when she gets stabbed in the stomach.
Her eyes widen when she spots Haruka holding a knife. Even though she feels pain, she desperately shakes her head and looks for help.
And Haruka laughed when she saw that.
Hey. Okay. That’s right.
You should smile. Her own situation. Current situation. Their relationship changed.
If you knew that, you couldn’t help but laugh. Okay. That’s normal.
Haruka held her kitchen knife upside down. I glanced at her well-tied aunt’s bitch and this time stabbed her in the thigh.
“Ugh!!!”
Nice. How well did she cover her mouth to make her scream sound this quiet?
As expected, I am confident in the quality of the tape. Hehe.
Haruka poked her thigh a couple more times and looked at her aunt’s face.
Then he grabbed her hair with her hands and started cutting it with her kitchen knife.
Rough touch.
He violently grabs her hair and continues to cut off her hair as he catches it.
Hey… What on earth is that doing? Why is her hair?
Is this like a Japanese custom? Or is it just a local superstition in Hokkaido?
I, who didn’t know much about such things, was watching in silence.
The aunt was in pain and muttered something, but Haruka’s touch was unstoppable.
And I only noticed when her head was half shaved.
Ah. Okay. Sheep. He was a shepherd.
It reminded me of a sheep with beautifully shaved fur.
I see He’s shaving his hair now. Just like shedding wool.
After realizing that, the current scene felt a little different.
When shearing sheep, you won’t cut them in such a rough and rough manner.
I will cut it carefully and carefully so as not to hurt the sheep.
But right now, it looks like someone is cutting it so roughly that it hurts.
Hair probably wouldn’t be cut with a knife like that. There must be a dedicated tool.
Rebellion… I think it’s the same.
A taboo that I couldn’t normally do. Things you should never do.
That’s what you’re doing. To me, that would be the greatest rebellion.
It’s just my guess, but I think so.
And I think it’s childish for rebellion.
But I guess I was quite relieved.
My aunt’s hair was a real mess because she had been cut and cut haphazardly.
And I also realized that hair is more important to women than I thought.
It’s just that his hair looks like that, but he looks like he’s twenty years older.
Moreover, her head was full of scars because she had cut it without care with a kitchen knife. The same goes for Haruka’s hands.
A wound on my stomach and a wound on my thigh. And the cut hair.
My aunt’s appearance could be seen as miserable.
And then Haruka started kicking that aunt bitch.
Sides and thighs. Arm.
Umm. I understand this too. That’s where she got hit.
Haruka, who kept kicking in just three places so persistently, eventually got tired of her horn and was panting.
As she catches her breath, she grabs her kitchen knife again, this time strongly.
Is it over now?
Holding her kitchen knife upside down, she raises her arms wide.
And then he stabs her defenseless exposed chest.
“Big…”
Her aunt also became a light, leaving only a brief death.
Now there are only two people left in the family.
Haruka is startled when her coin is sucked in.
“Give me your hand.”
“Eh?”
You are surprised by my words. As she tries to put out her hand, she realizes that she is still holding on to her knife so that her hand is yellow, so she quickly throws away her knife.
Dangrang
And shyly holds out her hand. After all, it’s like this.
I saw that she cut her own hand while cutting her hair earlier.
All the aunt’s blood disappeared when she died, so the blood on Haruka’s hands now is all hers.
I bought a potion at the store.
Perhaps the sight of me creating her potion out of thin air will seem like magic to her.
And when I lightly poured the potion on her hand and rubbed it, the light scratches healed completely.
Haruka looks at me in amazement as she sees her hands, which have washed away the blood and returned to a clean state.
This isn’t really a big deal… It won’t look that way in this woman’s eyes, right?
This… I think it will accelerate the theory of angels.
“Are you relieved?”
“Huh? Yes… Uh… I think so.”
It seems that the venomous appearance disappeared with my aunt’s death. She became a slightly goofy-looking woman again.
Ha. I still can’t make an accurate judgment about this woman.
Should I keep him alive? Can I do what I’m asked to do well?
“It’s not over yet. There are people in the village who ignored your pain and took the side of your uncle and aunt.”
Haruka is slightly startled by my words.
Hmm… Don’t you have any grudges from the villagers?
I was planning to bury it secretly so that I could learn how to kill people properly.
Tsk. That would be impossible. I guess I should just let them observe.
If you see what this woman does, it will take a long time to kill her. She doesn’t want to procrastinate like that.
“Follow me.”
I said one word and immediately went outside.
A woman who follows me.
As I leave, I immediately ask Haruka.
“How many coins did you get after killing two people?
“Three thousand… Four hundred and twenty.”
“You originally had five hundred?”
“No… One thousand five hundred…”
“Fifteen hundred? Oh, that’s right. Your parents?”
“Yes…”
Hmm… So, about 1,900 for the two of you? Umm. Is this the average of the village people?
It looks like there are at least a hundred people. Then it won’t be less than 100,000.
Good. Decided. Let’s kill all the villagers and save this woman when it exceeds 200,000.
What if I can’t get over it? Just kill it. How can you live in this harsh world without even a single useful skill?
At least I need to learn transparency.
But the good news is that the growth skill is a master.
As long as you have coins, you can use the next skill.
Besides, growth is at least useful, right? There will be no problem making a living anywhere.
So he started killing the villagers one by one.
It’s not that difficult unless you’re the ones floating in the sky. There is no need to use phase out.
I know the village’s level to some extent through memory reading. Roughly on the level of those who were castle serfs?
These guys have few attack skills. Those who have two skills and none.
I use invalidation because there may be a reflection. No matter how crappy it is, you have to be careful.
Find the location through detection and attack right away.
Go and sleep on the wide area skill invalidation. Read the memories about the mask and the machete.
Simple and monotonous work. But the numbers are too many. After I killed everyone, it was already past midnight.
“Oh, it’s hard.”
This woman seems to be half out of her mind because she killed the villagers with Haruka so close.
She faced countless deaths right before her eyes, so to be honest, she probably wasn’t normal.
Was it too rough for a forced level up? What. If you can’t endure it, there’s nothing you can do.
Catch and kill the last guy and turn to detection. There is no one other than Haruka within a 760-meter radius.
Ah. I feel refreshed. As expected, this is neat.
While I was there, Haruka looked at me with her blank eyes.
Hmm… It would have been nice if there had been a more plausible and cool way to kill him. I was so ignorant.
“How many coins do you have?”
Now it’s time to decide your fate. Will this woman survive?
“Eh… Nose… Coin?”
“Uh, coin.”
“Just twenty days…”
“Oh…”
You’re lucky. My life was saved.
Well, as I was reading the memory, I predicted that the number would be over 200,000 somewhere in the middle.
They weren’t very clean.
Well, where can there be a clean person in a world like this?
Besides, it’s funny that others criticize me for being clean.
“Congratulations. Then… You have now been reborn.”
“Yes?”
The expression of a dazed woman. Well, you’re probably wondering what on earth I’m talking about.
