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The fury that spills out.

Violence carried out so lightly.

Technology developed alongside history has gradually evolved to kill people in simpler and easier ways, and now, in the present, it has evolved to the point where a mere twitch of the finger can take a life.

Just moving a single finger causes lives to perish.

What a scene overflowing with omnipotence.

Miracles that were once only possible for the gods of old have now become an everyday occurrence that anyone can enjoy.

It has become common knowledge that merely holding a weapon means one can use it.

*BANG!*

The finger that pulls the trigger.

Bullets spinning along the trajectory.

Piercing through a fatal spot as if it were something obvious.

The bullets born from anger paint an image through a small hole.

Flowers of blood bloom in the three-dimensional space of reality.

Despite the small entry wound, there’s an exit large enough for a fist to easily fit, revealing its contents, and after spilling fragments, it begins to uncontrollably vomit its insides. As if unable to withstand the disgust, it tries to empty itself out in this way.

*BANG-BANG!*

*BANG-BANG!*

Pulling the trigger.

Firing the gun.

Anger spreads like contagion, and the madness of the monster that went insane from the old full moon begins to rise deep within their bones.

Long ago, people expressed that those who saw the incomprehensible were cursed.

Those with multiple personalities were said to be possessed by evil, and those who couldn’t restrain their desire upon seeing something were said to be haunted by ghosts. Those born deformed were said to be cursed from birth or swapped with fairies, while those afflicted with rare diseases were considered a different race and shunned.

And among them were werewolves.

Unfortunate people bitten by animals with rabies.

People consumed by the rabies virus, with their emotions fluctuating, neck muscles moving like those of a beast, drooling, fearing water, and acting as if they had become a beast.

When people saw them, they said:

They are possessed by evil.

Cursed by an evil beast’s bite.

They have turned into beasts.

They have become a beast resembling a person that walks on two legs.

And these stories gradually gained flesh.

Those who were hairy from birth became solidified into the ‘two-legged beast-like form’ after being afflicted with rabies.

Unable to overcome their violent nature, they often harm humans, and rumors spread that they ‘lust for blood.’

Unable to control their symptoms, they are seen wandering around at midnight in a riot, and the narrative grows that they are ‘controlled by the power of the moon.’

Seeing their fear of water, people add their beliefs that ‘they are evil beings and fear holy water.’

Therefore it is said:

That cursed beast takes on a form that seems to mix a person and a wolf.

It can walk on two legs or crawl on four.

With red eyes, it drools, refusing the power of the moon.

It lusts for blood and possesses a violent nature, making it unable to coexist with humans.

That evil being has fallen into despair because of its curse, and thus people say: a werewolf.

They call it bρυκόλακας (vrykolakas).

People began to avoid those they considered cursed.

Those infected with rabies, those with congenital hairiness, those born with deformities, and even those resembling wolves. People began to fear and shun the illness caused by the virus, considering it a curse.

But the opposite of fear is awe and faith.

Fear and faith are inseparable.

In what is feared, there is a nobility dwelling within, and surely, there were those who longed and yearned for it.

And among those, there were, of course, shamans.

They wished to harness even a fragment of the power of the monster, the vrykolakas, which possessed strength beyond comparison to humans. And thus began the creation and use of magic derived from it.

Magic that transforms one into a werewolf to use the strength of beasts.

A spell that enhances regeneration by receiving the blessings of the moon.

A spell that allows one to mimic werewolves by wearing a wolf pelt, producing the scent and howls of wolves.

A spell that can temporarily inject a human with madness using the blood of a rabid person and a wolf.

A spell that can summon wolves with howling under the moonlight.

Numerous spells were born, used, and disappeared.

Among them, the one Park Jinseong used was a spell discovered in the ruins—with a slight modification added.

It could control the emotions of those afflicted with rabies, even if just a little.

It’s not something great.

By infiltrating the rabies virus, it meets the minimum conditions for the spell to activate, then contaminates and disrupts the cerebrospinal fluid with the narcotic substances mixed inside the bag along with mana energy, damaging the immune system and allowing contaminants to infiltrate the brain.

Additionally, it’s a bonus that parasites that also inherently carry mana are infiltrated.

As one can understand from the mechanism, this spell is suitable for use against a majority of the weak rather than a few strong individuals. Those with the ability to resist the external energy—small amounts of mana—won’t even realize it and naturally defend against the ingress of mana, thus not falling victim to the spell from the start… In the case of extremely healthy and strong immune individuals, the most crucial link in the spell—falling to the rabies virus—may never occur, causing the spell to fail.

If they have tolerance to poison or narcotic substances, even if the spell succeeds halfway, there’s a high likelihood that no significant emotional disturbance will occur, and those with great mental strength could observe themselves if they fell under the spell and might control their emotions when detecting anomalies.

Yeah.

This spell has many gaps.

But.

It surely is a decent spell for targeting the weak.

Especially for causing chaos in a closed space where only enemies reside, even more so.

It was a prompt spell, much faster than simply using parasites or drugs…

And depending on conditions, it can even spread, often referred to as a massacre spell for commoners.

*BANG-BANG!*

“AAAAHH! AAHHH! AAAAAAH!”

People’s eyes turn red.

Saliva flows like they are in front of delicious food, and whether it’s because they bit their tongue or tightly clenched their teeth causing their gums to bleed, the blood mixes into their saliva, staining the ground pink. Amidst that, roars of fury come out, unable to withstand their rage, and those roars even make them forget the pain of tearing their throats and squeezing their lungs.

“Ugh—!!! AAAAHHH!!!!”

I simply can’t hold it in without screaming.

Everything wrapping around my body feels cramped.

Eyes turn bloodshot, and a warm feeling spreads across my face.

A tickling sensation on my face.

It itches.

*Scratch.*

*Scratch-scratch.*

Unable to withstand the itch, I rake my nails harshly across my face.

Then looking at my hand, a bright red color.

Did I scratch too hard, tearing my skin?

Is my fingertip torn and bleeding, oozing out that blood?

Or could it be the tears of blood that have flowed?

“AAAAHH!”

With faces drenched in blood, they roar.

Pain and anger, madness.

And with disgust and discomfort at the drool they’ve spilled onto the floor.

Their throats tremble, and they can no longer stand still.

*CRUNCH!*

So, I asked.

The mad bastard who’s clicking the trigger, oblivious to the empty gun.

Just looking at that face, just smelling that scent.

No, merely the fact that that damn bastard, now drenched in blood, is nearby makes it impossible to contain my rage without biting him!

“UUUUUURGH!”

*Grrh.*

*Grrhhh.*

“KELLERK! HACK! KACK!”

The blood forcefully rushes past my throat, stabbing into my lungs.

A cough escapes involuntarily, torturing me.

But at the same time, the white thread in my brain.

It feels like the parasite is ordering me to bite nearby people until they die.

No, it’s not an order, this is—

“Fuck! Get this goddamn light out of here!”

You damn bastards blinding me!

Where the hell are you lighting up the place from?

Don’t you know you shouldn’t shine lights right into someone’s eyes?!

Even closing my eyes, it’s still bothersome to the degree I can see it.

Light!

“Damn bastards!”

I run toward the light.

I have to extinguish that light and kill those bastards shining light into my eyes!

I HAVE TO KILL THEM!!!

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

A loud noise comes from beyond the closed shutter.

The sound of something hard striking the shutter.

The madness of intent to smash through the thick iron barrier is revealed without reservation.

“Z-zombies… Zombies…”

On the monitor stuck to the wall, images of people wildly swinging what barely resembles a gun at the iron doors come into view.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

A gun?

No, it has become so ragged it’s hard to even call it a weapon as they madly swing those scraps against the iron door.

Their eyes turned red, drooling, covered in wounds and soaked in blood, they keep rapping on that door.

What appears before me is a sight resembling the madmen from a movie more than people.

Not long ago.

Yes, just a few dozens of minutes ago, they were ordinary people you could see at the main gate.

Among them are even some familiar faces I had grown accustomed to, working here.

Now, their faces are twisted, letting out beast-like sounds as they bang on the door.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

[Open the door you bastards-!!!]

[I’m gonna kill you! If you don’t open the door, I’m gonna kill you!]

Like a predator wanting to devour a clam protecting itself with a hard shell.

They’re trying to break through the iron door protecting them.

To kill them…

 

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