Inside the silent carriage, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Everyone was looking at Jeong Yusin.
Kundal, after gazing up at Jeong Yusin, slowly turned his head to face forward.
The middle-aged merchant sat calmly, but his face was visibly trembling.
“…”
The silence continued amidst the mounting tension.
Jeong Yusin reached out and placed his hand on Kundal’s head.
“Ssssuuuuuu. Haaaaa.”
He deeply inhaled and exhaled smoke into Kundal’s face.
“Kelook. Kkulk.”
“Kundal.”
Jeong Yusin, stroking Kundal’s head, called out his name.
“…”
“Watch carefully.”
Jeong Yusin threw the cigarette from his hand.
The cigarette fell to the carriage floor.
For a moment, everyone’s attention was on the cigarette.
In that fleeting instant.
Pook!!!
Jeong Yusin pulled out a dagger and stabbed the man opposite him.
The long blade tore into the man’s carotid artery.
Phwoooaaaaaaaak!!!!
Blood erupted from the wound, splattering the ceiling of the carriage and drenching the people inside.
The assassins were taken aback.
Jeong Yusin didn’t stop there.
To ensure death.
Pook! Pook! Pook! Pook! Pook!
He wildly stabbed the man repeatedly, disregarding any part of his body — the intestines, neck, eyes, head, chest.
The man’s body became shredded in a flash.
Finally, the assassins regained their senses.
Blood was splashing, and screams filled the air.
“SHIT!!! Kill him!!!”
Nine men drew their weapons from their coats. But their bodies wouldn’t move properly.
“What, what’s this?!”
Jeong Yusin smirked.
It was going as planned. He had added paralysis herbs to the cigarette. He’d already used Venom Protection, so there was no need to worry. But judging by the movements of these men, it seemed the effects were weaker than if they had ingested the herbs directly.
Jeong Yusin grabbed the hair of the man next to him and plunged the dagger deeply into his chest.
The long blade pierced through the man’s heart.
“Keerrrrrrrk!!!”
The man let out a final death scream.
Next one.
As Jeong Yusin turned his head.
A dagger pierced through his coat, burying itself deep into his stomach. The sharp blade tore into his intestines. The pain was excruciating, his brain seething.
[Revenge]
The inscription activated.
Instead of a scream, Jeong Yusin smiled as he looked at the man who stabbed him. The face of the man with the goatish beard contorted in convulsions.
Jeong Yusin pulled the knife from his abdomen and plunged it into the goatish beard’s belly.
“Keeerrrk!!!”
The goatish beard screamed in agony.
Weapons of all kinds flew from all directions—swords, daggers, maces, hammers. Fortunately, having inhaled the paralysis smoke, their attacks lacked strength.
Jeong Yusin moved forward, stabbing with his dagger as he was hit.
Pook!!! Pook!!! Pook!!! Pook!!!
He stabbed without knowing or caring where—neck, chest, stomach, leg, eyes, head, heart. Anyplace visible was fair game for his dagger.
“Kkheheheerrkkk!!!”
“Kkaaaaak!!! Spare me!!!”
“Shit!!! Die already!!! You monster!!!”
The already cramped carriage turned into pandemonium.
As the carriage swayed violently, people lost their balance, writhing together like maggots.
Jeong Yusin joined in the chaos, stabbing wildly.
Blows landed blindly, and everyone wrestled in an indistinguishable mass of violence.
“Shit!!!”
“Kkaaaaak!!! My leg!!!”
“My eyes!!!”
Kung!! Kung!! Kung!!
People were knocked down and slammed against walls or pummeled. Shouts and screams filled the air.
A lawless fight where no rules applied. There was no space to swing swords gracefully.
The carriage, drenched in blood and filled with screams, became like a toxic jar where only the strongest and deadliest could survive.
In this blood-saturated hell.
Jeong Yusin entered a trance, stabbing and stabbing again.
For how long?
Until there was no movement left in the person before him.
“Haaaaaaak!!! Spare me!!!”
One of the men, unable to endure the slaughter any longer, grabbed the carriage door and opened it.
Was he trying to escape?
It wouldn’t work.
Jeong Yusin leaped and grabbed the man’s scalp.
“Keuerrrrrk!!!”
The man screamed in terror.
Pook!!! Pook!!! Pook!!!
Jeong Yusin held the man’s head with one hand while stabbing wildly at his neck with another. It was as if a god had possessed him—despite the assassins all around him striking and stabbing wildly, Jeong Yusin paid them no mind, continuing to jab until the man’s neck resembled a rag.
He dragged the blood-foaming man back inside the carriage, closing the door.
The carriage swayed violently once more.
Kutangtangtangtang!!!!!
Jeong Yusin fell to the floor, the blood-soaked ground slippery. His leather coat had been drenched in blood long ago.
In an instant, three men pounced on Jeong Yusin, trying to pin him down with their weight.
“What, what’s going on?!?”
The driver’s hatch opened, and the carriage driver shouted.
“Stop!!!”
The men yelled in unison.
“Keep going!!! The assassins have betrayed us!!!”
The man lying on the floor shouted.
The driver looked confused. Kundal, slumped in a corner covered in blood, was shaking uncontrollably.
‘Is this bastard being attacked?’
Jeong Yusin opened his mouth and bit down on the nose of the man above him.
“Kkaaaaak!!!”
The man screamed in panic and flailed his arms but it was too late.
Jeong Yusin’s teeth tore the man’s nose, complete with the bone. Jeong Yusin chewed it a few times before spitting it onto the man’s face.
“Aaaaauuugh!!!”
“Hhaaaaaak!!!”
The blood and torn flesh entered the eyes of another assassin, who screamed as he covered his face.
“Hurry, kill him quickly!!!”
Another man who seemed relatively uninjured swung a mace directly at Jeong Yusin’s head.
Jeong Yusin swiftly turned his head aside.
Kwaang!!!
Wood splinters flew everywhere, and part of the carriage floor collapsed inward.
Jeong Yusin threw his dagger.
Teeeeekk!!!!!
Kwaaaaak!!!
“Geok!”
The dagger penetrated deep into the chest of the mace-wielding man, embedding itself in his heart. The man let out a final scream before collapsing, dying instantly.
Now unarmed, it didn’t matter.
Jeong Yusin used his fingers to stab at the man’s eyes.
“Shit!!!”
The man trying to pin Jeong Yusin pulled away, shouting curses. The pressure eased momentarily.
An opportunity.
Jeong Yusin swung a heavy right hook into the man’s face.
Baaaaaaaaak!!!
Jeong Yusin’s light hook connected cleanly, snapping the man’s jaw.
“AAAAHHHHHH!!!”
Clutching his shattered jaw, the man screamed.
Jeong Yusin locked eyes with the last man pinning him.
The man was sobbing, repeatedly stabbing Jeong Yusin’s chest with a dagger.
“Die!! Die now!! Why won’t you die!!”
Chak!
Jeong Yusin extended his hand and snatched the dagger.
“Stop it already. I’m full. Shit, how many times will you stab me?”
“Kheu…kheuk!!!”
The man’s face turned ghostly white.
Puuk!!!
Without hesitation, Jeong Yusin drove the dagger into the man’s abdomen.
“Kheuuuuu…”
The man’s eyes widened. The expression one makes when the blade pierces their intestines. He anticipated death and stared vacantly at Jeong Yusin’s face.
Jeong Yusin gave him a small smile.
In an instant.
Baaaaaaaaak!!!
Jeong Yusin’s head was slammed into the carriage floor by the man with the broken jaw, who had mustered all his strength to strike him with a club.
“Kheuk. Kheuk.”
The man clutched his broken jaw, breathing heavily.
Jeong Yusin raised his head. A long stream of crimson blood ran down his forehead.
“Hhheu.”
Jeong Yusin smiled at the man.
The terrified assassin attempted to strike Jeong Yusin with his club again.
Chak!
Jeong Yusin extended his hand and blocked the club, delivering a powerful punch to the man’s cheekbone, shattering it.
The staggered man collapsed back onto the seat. Jeong Yusin pulled the dagger from the corpse and stabbed the man.
Pook!!! Pook!!! Pook!!! Pook!!!
“Keuuuuk! Keuuk!”
He stabbed and stabbed and stabbed. Each time the dagger pierced the man’s body, the man thrashed like a fish gasping for water.
How many times had he stabbed?
Jeong Yusin finally stopped, his trance broken. The man leaning against the chair was motionless.
The carriage had come to a stop.
He looked around. The carriage, completely drowned in blood, was indescribably horrific and eerily silent.
All were dead. No, there was one remaining.
Jeong Yusin turned his head toward Kundal.
Ddatdakdakdak!!!
Kundal’s teeth chattered ceaselessly, tears streaming down his wide-open eyes.
Jeong Yusin glanced at the blood-soaked floor.
He picked up the paralyzing herb cigarette, now damp and soaked with blood.
He stuffed it back into his pocket and sat beside Kundal.
Tureok.
Jeong Yusin placed his arm around Kundal’s shoulder.
Slowly healing thanks to the Revenge inscription.
Jeong Yusin opened his mouth.
“Kundal.”
“…”
Kundal began to convulse. Regardless, Jeong Yusin continued.
“Why do you buy and sell people? Do you love money that much?”
“…I, I, I just transport…”
“Isn’t it the same thing? Even with a changed appearance from the inscription, inside we’re all human, so what reason is there for these people to be sold, used as playthings, and then sacrificed for leveling up until death? Enlighten me.”
“…”
Kundal couldn’t say a word.
Jeong Yusin looked up at the carriage ceiling.
Annoying bastards everywhere he looked.
Jeong Yusin picked up the aming sword that had fallen to the floor.
“May you rest in peace.”
“Hheeeeert!”
In that moment.
“Oi, Osvald’s lackeys, hurry up and come out.”
A voice from outside the carriage.
Jeong Yusin’s head turned to the side.
“Osvald’s lackeys? Kundal, could you open the door please?”
Kundal, still clinging to Jeong Yusin’s shoulder, struggled before finally managing to open the carriage door.
Keeeek.
Jeong Yusin peeked out.
Plip. Plip. Plip.
The summer rain drizzled in a quiet forest clearing.
There, ten men stood armed with crossbows.
And at the center stood a male dark elf, clad in black leather armor, a rapier in hand.
‘Quelinn Kalhide.’
The leader of this transport and abduction operation.
His inscriptions: Fast Weapon, Crow Sight, Hyper Sensitivity.
Not an easy guy.
Jeong Yusin waved his hand.
“Thanks for the effort. Since it’s raining, why don’t you sit and rest for a bit?”
“…”
The assassins stared blankly at Jeong Yusin.
The dark elf frowned.
“Are you in your right mind? Has Osvald gone mad? Or are you someone trying to cut in for a share?”
“Dark elf, your thoughts aren’t exactly admirable right now. Does having dark skin also darken your heart?”
The dark elf’s veins bulged visibly.
“Clown with a little makeup, look at you—your face is covered in blood. Is your heart as bloody as your face?”
‘Kid’s got some nerve.’
Jeong Yusin, having no quick comeback, glanced down at Kundal. The pitiful middle-aged man, shaking like a baby bird while clinging to Jeong Yusin’s shoulder.
“Kundal, this dark elf is falsely accusing me. What do you suggest I do?”
Jeong Yusin asked, but Kundal remained silent, trembling even harder.
“How did you kill so many assassins?”
The dark elf questioned.
“Used poison.”
Jeong Yusin answered frankly.
The dark elf looked at Kundal.
“Yes, yes. This man used strange poison, making their bodies unable to move properly!”
“Madman. Come out.”
Jeong Yusin dragged Kundal out with him. Kundal still clung tightly to Jeong Yusin’s shoulder.
Tak.
The blood-soaked boots stepped onto the clearing.
Jeong Yusin swept back his hair and glanced around.
“Is Kundal your hostage?”
“…”
Jeong Yusin ignored the dark elf’s question and glanced around.
A familiar feeling.
It reminded him of the first situation when he was dropped into this world.
It had been an open space. Captured people.
Back then, he was unknowingly captured by slave hunters, nearly dying.
Had he grown stronger compared to when he was first here?
He didn’t know.
But unlike back then, he no longer felt the need to harden his heart or pretend to be composed.
Had something changed?
People likely change as they tumble through a new world.
New wine requires new wineskins.
Jeong Yusin gave the dark elf a small smile.
The dark elf’s face stiffened seriously. His grip on the rapier’s handle tightened.
“Are you laughing right now? You’re not one of Osvald’s minions. Who are you?!”
Jeong Yusin released his grip on Kundal’s shoulder and bowed his head slightly.
“Hello there. Your love, my love, children’s love, Kael.”
The forest dripped with rain.
An absurd introduction.
Everyone around Jeong Yusin trembled in fear.
