How the Villain Lives

29. Unexpected parties.

'It didn't matter either way.'

I liked the year here much more than the 25 years I had on Earth. Even if you give it back to the way it was, Sung-hoon will refuse.

Most of my past life has been unrealistic in everything, like floating in the water, looking at characters beyond the monitor. I just live because I'm alive. Biologically, it's alive, but can we really say it's a living person?

However, since the first tutorial, Sung-hoon has survived on his own, wielding weapons against people as if possessed by ghosts. That was the first time I felt a terrible reality. I certainly understood the realization I had at that time, the realization I had learned without my knowledge.

"I was such a bad guy."

The lowest, worst human being who feels happiness or satisfaction when he/she uses the wrong method or becomes unhappy more than himself/herself. If I had lived on Earth, I would have lived meaninglessly, or become a criminal, like being swept away by the surrounding atmosphere for the rest of my life without realizing these feelings. Seeing others suffer, they take their own advantage without hesitation.

However, it does not mean that I do not feel the guilt of conscience at all. Even though his nature is evil, because he has education or experience in life so far, Sung-hoon also clearly feels sympathy when he sees a young child or someone in extreme situations. You can save them with momentary chances. But I value my gain more than sympathy. Empathy is more or less like an ordinary person, but on the contrary, it is a strange thing that empathy has little effect on actual behavior.

Jean Grande!

After completely breaking the half-broken window and landing lightly outside the school, Sung-hoon took off his bloody coat and began to unwind. Now there was a place to go.

"Are you the most likely parent? '

It was Sung-hoon who thought as he fled from the distance and fled towards the back of the student.

To put it roughly, it was likely that the person that the book was taking on here was the person closest to him or the person he could rely on the most. I wouldn't hesitate if I was looking at the guy next door who was totally fat. Whoever the opponent is, he will kill without hesitation. Rather, I was wondering now.

It is man who does not know his own mind, even though he can guess it in others' minds. Who really believes and understands who they are?

"Ugh…."

Ironclad!

After slapping the guard's head lightly, Sung-hoon began to climb the stairs without hesitation. I've searched everywhere I care. Now all I had left was my original home, and I didn't have to take the elevator because it wasn't on the high floor. Raise the keypad and press the familiar password. The door was opened with a slight electron sound.

At the door I saw my mother wearing an apron as if she had waited. However, in spite of a word, Sung-hoon dug forward and struck his jawbone and stunned him as he was. On the couch, I can see my father with a stupid-looking face without knowing the situation yet. Again, before speaking, I swiftly pop out and hit my chin like a comb. It's not killing, it's just shaking the brain and stunning it.

"Brother Sung-hoon?"

"Hah, in Miri and now to Eli?"

But Eli was much more realistic. Mirina would never call herself a senior, but Eli would normally call himself a brother.

"Let's just ask one question before that. Why are you here?"

Apparently Mirina was a junior in her school. So Ellie's in this house because of some sort of setup?

"Oh, it's my brother's birthday, so I wanted to prepare a meal..."

"My birthday? Hmm. Right?"

"Brother, what happened more than that? What is that blood? What is this?!"

"Hmm, Eli, go to sleep first."

After stunning Eli without a chance to react, Sung-hoon sighed and looked around the house. The fancy food on the table and Kate's birthday were definitely her birthday. The collapse has come, but returning to reality is a priority now. Once he raised the three fallen men and tied them to a chair, Sung-hoon began to search the house. I wasn't trying to find something grand. Just a simple tool is enough.

That way, Sung-hoon, who searched the place, found needles, nail clippers, small knives, and salt, and began to pile them up on one side.

"Urgh, urgh!"

"Huhu! Huhu!"

Knock, knock, knock!

"You'd better stay put because you're tied up and you won't say anything anyway. If you don't want to lose your strength."

The three men who were tied together in a chair stopped moving in response to the voice coming from behind their back. The legs, body and arms were tightly tied, so there was no problem turning the neck. There was the Holy Hun who was washing his sword in running water.

"I know exactly what you three are going to think about this situation right now. It's all fantasy anyway, so it doesn't matter what you think. So I'll just say what I have to say."

Open up!

The three of them scratched their shoulders as they scrambled to make a noise.

"I've really taken care of a lot of people since I got here. even those who were a little close, those who begged, those who fled, those who only knew their faces. I thought there were only two left to deal with. Oh, of course, Eli, you're the exception. I didn't know you'd be here."

As he rubbed Eli's hair slightly, Sung-hoon continued to speak.

"So once one of the three people here thinks the book is bound to be there? But the problem is from here. I don't intend to kill him normally. If I get recognized here and turn it into an ordinary item, I won't be able to pay for what I'm going through right now."

"Urgh, urgh, urgh!"

Eli suddenly starts to weep beautifully. The reason was one. It was because the needle that had been held in the hands of the Holy Hun had pierced her throat a little. A red blood drop on a white neck.

"What a possibility, but considering the possibility of not having one of these, I can only play for up to an hour per person. As usual, you two should start first, but since there was Eli unexpectedly, let's start with Eli first."

He lifted his struggling parents to their desks, put them in another room, and closed the door and released the branches of his clothes that were blocking Eli's mouth.

"Sung-hoon! What are you doing all of a sudden? Yes?"

"Just as you heard. Let's start with a light finger for now."

"Sleep...."

Seong Hun, who erected the needle vertically with no clearance to dry, pierced her index finger. And at the same time, the whole house started screaming.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!"

"I'm sorry, Ellie. I'm really sorry."

"Brother! Please, please wake up, this is real!!!"

"Sorry."

Cheer up!

Say sorry with your mouth and stick the second needle without hesitation. The peculiarity is that Sung-hoon is not enjoying this situation right now. He had a stubborn expression and even a slight tear. However, unlike his face, he did not hesitate a bit. Use the experience you gained while dealing with the Japanese to skillfully start torturing.

And the scream that filled the room was after an hour.

Ellie wasn't dead yet. Even though I screamed so much that my throat was rested and my body was egged like a picture of a cheap snuff film. Eli looks at Sung-hoon with a voice filled with energy.

"Oh, brother, please... I have a favor to ask."

"Tell me."

"Don't touch my brother or my parents, even if I die. Cool!"

Eli's words are for himself, even if it's too late. Everything, including her eyes, tone and attitude, had the heart to truly be for herself. However, I was not touched by Sung-hoon's appearance. Rather, he had a slightly disappointing look.

"I'm sorry, but I was wrong. If it was Eli I knew, he would never have tried to repent or die alone in order to survive here, because everyone else would have asked me to kill him more desperately."

"… Yes?"

"Let's get this over with."

Cheer up!

As I put the knife in my neck, the blood started to choke with the sound of the wind. Eli, who was shaking for a while like a fish out of the water, loses his strength and stretches his head. All that's left is the parents. However, I was uncomfortable touching you two, but the world suddenly began to collapse because I couldn't wait to move on.

His body with familiar furniture and items, and a book that looked like he was stumbling on the floor. The book looked at Sung-hoon with its colored eyes turned upside down and immediately said as he grinded his teeth.

"Have you seen this lunatic? How, how can you be mentally well after doing that?!"

"Mentally fine, what do you mean? I suffered a lot in my heart."

"Don't be ridiculous! Suffered?"

As the book felt, Sung-hoon never suffered a mental shock as he went through all this. Rather, I didn't see a slight agitation in the middle of killing people, even if I had something different in my mind.

'This guy is just like the outside, not a bit like everyone else. I don't feel the pain or sadness of others. No, even if you feel it, it's not affected.'

People who see a poor person or a sick person unconsciously share their feelings. In the meantime, I have compassion. Even the evil he's been through so far has been subject to sharing his feelings.

There was only one such person: a child's parents, friends, lovers, family, acquaintances, subordinates. However, Sung-hoon is different. It is hard to see a poor person and share those feelings. But that is the end.

"By the way, I misjudged Eli for sticking around."

"What are you talking about? Wouldn't she be the one you can understand and trust the most?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"I can't read your memories, but I've combined your unconscious and revealed memories to make up the body of the hardest person to kill. In your heart, Eli trusted and relied on her more than anyone."

"What nonsense... You might see it that way."

Sung-hoon, who was about to argue, kept his mouth shut.

It was as the book says. Eli was the only one who truly knew. Just as she knew her ugly insides, she could also read Eli's filthy insides. I know that each other are evil, so I know that emotions and thoughts that cannot be revealed to others are generous.

"I'm sorry, but you made the wrong choice."

"What?"

"Eli is definitely the one I can trust the most, but on the contrary, that's the one I'm most reluctant to be? I wouldn't hesitate to put a knife on Ellie's back if I had a guaranteed benefit or an opportunity. Of course, Eli would think the same thing about me."

Of course, such an opportunity will not come easily. because they know each other's usefulness and utility.

"In a word, Eli is the one I can trust the most and open each other's minds to, but on the contrary, the one I can't trust the most?"

"What the hell is that?!"

"I agree, but honestly, I can't explain it like this. Now, is this the end of the test?"

"Boom!"

Looking at Sung-hoon, who was building a rotten house, the book shut its mouth for a moment. However, the outcome was set.

"Yes. Whatever the process, you have become my master."

"Is that so? So it's okay if I do something with you?"

"Yes, the power I have is different from ordinary tools! I…."

"Okay. Can you change your appearance for a second?"

"Why do you look like this?"

"I feel bad because you have the same face as me. Huh?"

"If you want it, you can change it as much as you want, but I have one thing to say. What we're changing here..."

"I've got a detailed explanation. Come on."

The book, which hesitated for a moment, cluttered like mud and began to change to a new look. That's how it turned out, in a word.

Beauty, it was an overwhelming beauty that could not be easily found either. The dark hair and the moderately protruding flexion and body blended together to exude a strange charm. Slightly large eyes and red lips.

The peculiarities were the light borate skin that seemed clearly distinct from humans and the two horns that protruded slightly into the head. I was not a human being, but rather a more heterogeneous charm. Such a beautiful girl who can take all a hundred people's gazes when they pass by. I didn't think the book would look like this.

'I'm going to have to stick to something like this and corrupt it slowly. He says he's crazy, not normal, but he's still a man. If you are tempted by the appearance of a woman, you will surely have a chance.'

A beauty made by a combination of many beautiful women who have seen heroes, warriors, villains, and so on. It wasn't a particularly beautiful place. It was only average or above if you tore them apart. However, when the whole was in harmony, it was charming and tinted so much that it could not kneel down compared to any beauty.

"Master, no master. Please use me at your disposal."

"I was going to, but I'm not too happy to show such passion. Now, bite your teeth tight."

"Right here... Yes?"

The book that tried to show the teeth by removing the hair that covered the body as if it could not win was forced to stop talking because of something strange that he heard.

'What did you say?'

"Teeth?"

"Yeah, well, I won't die, but even if I bite my tongue, it'll hurt me so much."

Something's wrong.

Why are you wearing gloves when the beauty of total slavery is in such an absolute obedience? Why are you loosening up? "

"Lord? I am your servant. So if you use it as you like.."

"So I try to use it at my own pace. It might be a little hard to start, but it's my taste, so I hope you understand."

Cuckoo!

Ah, suddenly I'm worried..

Do you want to write a 19-blind scene or not? But it was originally free and developed into something that everybody could see. I haven't written it so far. Suddenly, it would be awkward to put in a scene like that, and now it would be too late.

Should we just keep going to this sound content?