[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 110

“Hi?”

“Ugh.”

“Damn kids, you scared me.”

“What the hell.”

He naturally pulls a knife from his waist. That’s not the skill of someone who’s done this just once or twice.

“How did you know I like this place and gathered here like this?”

They’ve gathered in the wide storage area, probably thinking it’s perfect for surveillance.

I give Albert a look, and the iron door of the storage area, always left open, slowly starts to close.

—Creak. Thud!

<Han Gyeoul has started broadcasting>

[What’s up, Room Master?]

[Why did Gyeoul suddenly log in?]

“Why do these kids talk like that? Are they from North Korea?”

[????]

[What’s going on?]

I put on the mask I got from the convenience store where we first met.

[What’s with those guys holding knives?]

[What the hell is going on?]

“Hey, you.”

“I’m k-secret weapon, Winter.”

While the enemies are dazed by the smooth introduction, the one who seems to be the captain steps forward.

“Put the knife away. The Great Mother said not to cause any wounds.”

“Did that crazy old hag send you?”

Seeing him flinch at my words, I guess I hit the mark.

[Is she talking about that old lady from the boat party?]

[She mentioned the Great Mother, so it seems like it’s her.]

[Oh crap, call the cops! That’s where Ga-eul had her bread meeting!]

“Watch your mouth.”

I glance at my phone and see that my face isn’t showing, so everyone’s freaking out.

“Hello?”

[Oh crap, you scared me!]

[What’s with that mask?]

[Is that an Imetal mask?]

“Good viewers, just watch quietly. Got it?”

[Is the Room Master really crazy?]

[Ga-eul, stop joking and call the cops!]

“Just follow us quietly. If you mess with us, you won’t live long.”

[Her tone sounds like a Joseonjok!]

“I don’t know who Ga-eul is. I’m k-secret weapon, dildo master. Winter.”

[Oh crap, it got even longer!]

[I knew the Room Master was shady since the toxicology days.]

I adjusted the mount’s legs so it’s visible just right.

“You’re standing in front because you want to die first, huh?”

“You’re annoying. If you don’t want your fellow countrymen to get hurt, follow quietly.”

Five guys reeking of blood.

They came in numbers.

As I approach the one in front, the tension thickens.

“Your tone makes me want to slap you.”

“Ugh.”

I can’t kill them, so I need to control my strength.

“Wow, you’re pretty up close.”

The guy leans in, and a rotten smell wafts from his mouth.

—Whack! Crack!

“Ugh.”

Thud.

His neck and knees snap at the same time from the slap.

“This is the preemptive k-ear slap.”

[????]

[What the hell?]

“Your captain’s dead, huh?”

The guys who hadn’t grasped the situation quickly pull out their knives.

They really love their sashimi, even on the boat.

“Damn it! Don’t kill them!”

“Screw you.”

They charge at me with their well-sharpened knives.

Thanks to all the wooden dolls I’ve broken, my left hand naturally gains strength.

Thinking they’ll die if they stab, they slash from left to right.

Swish!

I duck, and the wind whistles above my head.

“Groin kick!”

—Crunch!

“Ugh.”

The sensation of something crumbling spreads from the tip of my foot.

Ding!

《A portion of your guilt has been erased.》

“Two.”

It seems the third one won’t work, so they stab at me.

Even so, they move like a slug crawling in a slowed-down world.

“Ink stab!”

Thud!

It feels like jelly bursting from the tip of my hand.

“Gaaah! My, my eyes! My eyes!!!”

“Three.”

Ding!

《A portion of your guilt has been erased.》

I gather strength in my foot and kick the ground, sending dirt and sand flying.

Taking advantage of the moment they cover their eyes, I drive my knee into them hard.

“Knee kick!”

—Crack!

“AAAAAH!”

Their leg bends grotesquely from the kick.

“Your home is now Aiur, you Protoss bastard.”

Ding!

《A portion of your guilt has been erased.》

The fifth and final one is quiet.

“Hey, brat, aren’t you coming?”

“….Hah, I surrender.”

“Got it, come here.”

—Thud.

The hesitant one slowly approaches, seeing my clenched fist.

“Back of the head slap!”

—Whack!!

The one who got hit hard on the back of the head collapses to the ground without a sound.

“Five.”

Ding!

《A portion of your guilt has been erased.》

[What the hell did I just watch?]

[Is that even allowed?]

[Did Ga-eul arrange this?]

[That’s nonsense, their leg bent backward, how is that arranged?]

[Damn, they’re fighting dirty lol]

[Is this Street Fighter?]

—Click, click.

“Phew—. Good kids, that’s enough for today.”

[Wait, hold on]

[Room Master!!]

<Han Gyeoul has ended the broadcast.>

This should be enough of a warning—or maybe a provocation—for the old man of Hongmun.

As I blow out cigarette smoke and end the broadcast, I sense movement behind me.

“Young Lady.”

“Yep.”

“I’ll handle the cleanup.”

“It’s not over yet. Can you gather them in one place for me?”

You’d think Albert would be surprised seeing me, who looks so delicate, causing this chaos, but he keeps a stoic face.

Amidst it all, he silently drags over the guys who are face-down in the dirt.

Three with crushed eyeballs and testicles, and knees bent backward.

Two with broken necks from slaps and knocked out from hits to the back of the head.

“Phew—”

As I smoke and wait, the two knocked-out ones slowly start to wake up.

“Ugh. My, my leg….”

“Your spine’s broken, so your leg won’t move.”

“Ughhh. You damn bitch, die!!”

The one who seems to be the leader suddenly pulls out a handgun from his pocket.

—Crunch.

“GAAAAH!”

“What are you gonna do with that toy?”

I crush the hand holding the gun, and shattered bone fragments splatter, staining their wrist with blood.

“Alright, let’s start over. Hi?”

They’re in too much pain to respond, just groaning.

“Why aren’t you greeting me? Should I pluck out one of your eyes too?”

“Guh. N-nice to meet you!”

“Good, you’re well-behaved.”

I put out my cigarette and approach, their pupils dilating in fear.

“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”

“I didn’t even ask you anything yet.”

I grab their cheek firmly as they flail on the ground in terror.

“Ugh! Ughhh!”

“It’s okay. Ah, hey.”

“Look, ah─”

“Ugh!”

He brought his hand to the teeth visible between his parted lips.

Perhaps because of the curves, it wasn’t as easy to grab as he thought.

No matter how hard he tried, it kept slipping, so he had no choice but to dig his nails into the teeth.

─Crack!

Every time his nails dug in, the teeth shattered, and he struggled in pain.

“Ahhh!! Jeba!!”

“Uh, uh. Patient, if you keep moving, you’ll get hurt.”

“Ahhh!!!”

─Snap!

“Patient! I’ve lightly anesthetized the back of your head. Please stay conscious.”

“Ughhh.”

The struggling stopped, but he kept making incomprehensible crying sounds.

“Patient! Judging by the strong smell coming from your mouth, your teeth are rotten. I’ll extract them!”

“Ughhh!!!”

─Rip! Rip!

It felt like pulling out stubborn weeds.

The extracted tooth had a sharper tip than expected.

“Guhhh.”

Ding!

《A portion of your guilt has been erased.》

Ding!

《You’re starting to become numb to sin.》

《Mana absorbs fear.》

“Did you not eat well? Why do you keep dinging?”

“Huuuh. Ughhh.”

“Phew! Customer, no, patient. If you keep acting up, I’ll pull out another one, okay?”

Even in this situation, he frantically shook his head, seemingly accustomed to pain.

“Let’s see. The healthy ones.”

The ones with intact legs were the eyeball, testicle, and the back of the head.

“You, you, you. Step forward.”

The gazes of the three pointed toward the one with the missing tooth.

Still not enough.

“Ta-da! Guess what this is.”

“I, I don’t know.”

Maybe because he lost a front tooth, his answer came out with a whistling sound.

“It’s pleasure.”

Grabbing his collar and shoving him, he flailed his upper body and fell over since his legs didn’t move.

“Your pants aren’t expensive, right? I’ll put it in.”

Aiming for the anus.

“Ugh, no, don’t.”

“It’s fine, you won’t die.”

Stepping on the back of the dildo and applying pressure, the pants began to tear with a ripping sound.

“It’s the hard type, so it might hurt a bit.”

Thud. Thud.

“Please, please, please.”

Thud.

It was a specially summoned dildo, so it was quite thick.

Thanks to that, Pascal’s teachings were well followed.

Plop!

“Ahhh!!”

The dildo, tearing through the pants, finally went all the way in.

Seeing his pants stained with blood, it seemed his anus had torn.

“Three of you.”

The ones who met my eyes trembled.

“I won’t insert it into you.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah. So come here.”

They reluctantly approached slowly.

“Hand.”

“H-hand?”

“Palm up.”

I handed a grenade to the one who first opened his palm and locked eyes with him.

Sizzle─!

Power surged into my right eye, and a disgusting feeling, as if massaging his brain, enveloped my entire body.

“You’re a fragmentation grenade. Somehow, shove it into that old woman, Daemo.”

“Huuuh…”

“That’s the dream you’re chasing.”

“My, my dream…”

As the illusion seeped in, he muttered to himself as if losing his mind.

“Next.”

The next one, meeting my gaze, broke into a cold sweat.

“I, I can’t.”

“Then…”

“Let’s dig in.”

“Uh, we’re just small fries. We can’t possibly meet the big boss.”

“No, you can do it. Even if you have to ram a big truck into where she lives and bust in. If that doesn’t work, throw it at her closest aide.”

They handed over a cute grenade with a yellow skull drawn on it to the two people.

“Albert.”

“Yes, child… Gasp! Wh-what’s with the eyes?”

They turned to look at Albert and were startled.

“Huh?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. Must have been a mistake.”

“The police seem to be targeting us specifically, so please handle this.”

“Understood.”

“And can you send them back?”

“Possible. I’ll send them through the port.”

“Yes, please take care of it.”

My left eye has been throbbing since earlier.

Leaving Albert to handle the rest, I stepped out of the loading area, and Baekseol wriggled out from my chest.

“Master.”

“Yes.”

“Call.”

Baekseol’s sudden remarks weren’t new, but this time, it was just as incomprehensible.

“What do you mean by that?”

Baekseol poked the air with her cute front paw.

It’s an action I’ve seen somewhere before.

“Huh, what?”

The world flipped upside down.

As my vision returned from the darkness, what appeared was a spring of water gushing up from the ground.

Lotus flowers covered it again, and a Bodhi tree grew on the land.

The fragrant scent of grass grew stronger.

“The Mandala is rising.”

“The Absolute Divine is preparing to descend.”

“The Holy Demon Land is shaking.”

“The Divine prioritizes the safety of Cheondo.”

“Lowering the Divine Rank.”

“Sealing oneself.”

“The first disciple of Tathāgata descends.”

“Saripul of Infinite Wisdom descends!!”

My chest was in turmoil, making it hard to even breathe.

Something enormous, beyond sight and comprehension, began to slowly descend.

Caution is needed.

Like an elephant worried about stepping on an ant.