Chapter 1172

<Chapter 1172> Day 15

I tore off the fallen guy’s mask. It was a middle-aged man.

A familiar face.

He was one of the guys who visited our lodging earlier today.

“Ah, so you came for revenge, huh? Did you come alone? Why?”

“Grrr… You… You bastard! I’ve come to avenge the disgrace you brought upon my father…!”

“Father?”

I blinked twice. I have no idea what he’s talking about.

Nakagami Lisa finally got the hatchet from me and spoke up.

“You’re talking about that old man whose knees you shattered and made eat mud, right?”

“Ohhh, Nakagami-senpai, sharp as ever. Can I call you Lisa?”

“Sure, go ahead. And I’ll call you Eugene whenever I want. Anyway, about this hatchet… can I try it out? Is it okay?”

“Don’t kill him.”

“I won’t kill him.”

“Then go ahead.”

Nakagami Lisa grinned brightly. She gripped the hatchet with both hands and approached the man. The man looked up at Lisa with eyes full of fear.

“W-Wait! I have something you might be curious about! I’ll tell you! Please, spare me, spare meee!”

“Spare me? This guy still doesn’t get the situation.”

“Haaah, haaah, haak…”

Nakagami Lisa’s breathing is rough. Cold sweat runs down her face, and her pupils are darting around. She looks like she completely lost her mind. If anything, it resembles the expression just before reaching an orgasm.

‘Earlier, she crushed his nuts so well…’

Well, chopping someone’s arm with a hatchet is slightly different. Maybe it’s a matter of preference. Perhaps she prefers harming people with sharp weapons.

“I’m doing it…!”

Nakagami Lisa drove the hatchet into the guy’s forearm. Blood splattered.

She didn’t completely sever the arm. She lacked the strength, and the angle wasn’t right either.

Still, she seemed satisfied with that alone, trembling and reveling in ecstasy.

“Haaa, haaah… What is this… feels too good…!”

Thud, thud, thud!

She kept hacking at the guy’s right arm with the hatchet.

“Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah! Y-You crazy bitch!! Aaaah! S-Spare me! Please! Ahhhh!”

The guy tried crawling away on the floor. I grabbed Nakagami Lisa, who was excitedly attempting to smash the guy’s head with the hatchet.

“Lisa-senpai, calm down.”

“Haaak… O-Okay. I was a bit too excited.”

“A bit? That’s an understatement.”

I approached the guy. His right arm was shredded. Blood was gushing, and bones were visible. I searched his pocket and found a knife. Thud! I stabbed it into his thigh.

“Aaaaauuugh!”

“Now, hold on. This knife seems interesting… Can I use it too?”

“Not now.”

I began interrogating the guy seriously.

“Tell me about this village.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“The secrets this village is hiding. In my opinion, it reeks like hell.”

“There’s nothing hidden here…! P-Please take me to the hospital! I-I’m really going to die if this continues!”

“Hmm. To me, you don’t seem like you’re dying anytime soon. Your eyes are blood-red, tears of blood streaming… Are you even human?”

“I-I am human!”

“Then why do your eyeballs look like that?”

“…”

“Not talking, huh? Senpai.”

Nakagami Lisa grinned widely and started poking the guy’s thigh with the knife.

“Aaaaagh… I’ll talk! Stop stabbing me…!”

“Blood Sect!”

“Blood Sect?”

“Talking hurts… Grr… Stop stabbing already…!”

I grabbed Nakagami Lisa’s shoulder. She licked her lips disappointingly.

“What’s this ‘Blood Sect’?”

“…It’s our village’s secret drug. When you take it, you temporarily gain immense strength… all fatigue disappears… recovery rate improves. If you catch a cold and take it, the cold…”


“Instant recovery.”

“Why do you get all the good stuff? Give me some! Where do you even get this?”

“That’s…”

“This brat is stalling again.”

“S-Simada! If you ask Simada, you can receive the Blood Oath!”

Simada.

The local police station chief of this village.

“Is there someone above you?”

“Huh?”

“Who do you take orders from?”

“Ah, I take orders from no one.”

“But why did you all swarm here today?”

“I merely moved together because Simada asked for help!”

“Did Simada tell you to kill me?”

“No! I was trying to avenge my father!”

“Are you lying?”

“Why would I lie in this situation?! Please spare me! The hospital… if I don’t get help…”

I asked the guy a few more questions.

He answered diligently. That part made me even more suspicious.

“Alright. I’ll take you. Where’s your house?”

“…Why my house? I need to go to the hospital.”

Nakagami Lisa, standing next to me, chuckled.

“You’re an idiot. You’ve been saying ‘take me to the hospital’ since earlier, which is suspicious. There’s probably a trap set up at the hospital.”

“R-right. That’s exactly what I wanted to say, senior.”

No, honestly, I hadn’t thought that far.

I just wanted to punish this guy who tried to kill me and his family for attempting to slaughter mine.

“Speak.”

I tore off the guy’s ear with a knife. He opened his eyes wide and firmly shut his mouth, clearly determined not to talk.

After torturing him for about five minutes, he still didn’t speak. Then, he suddenly died. Looks like there are limits to this “Blood Oath” thing or whatever it is.

“What are you going to do? Chop him up and bury the pieces?”

“Why bother? Just leave him.”

“Where?”

“At the convenience store. This town is small, so everyone knows each other. The old lady at the convenience store probably knows where this guy lives.”

“I’ll be back. I’m gonna… practice a bit.”

Smash! Whack! SmashWhack!

Nakagami Lisa started hitting the corpse with a hatchet. Since he’s dead, she’s not as into it as before, but she seems to be enjoying herself somewhat.

I entered the convenience store. The lights were off and the door was locked. I kicked it open and went inside.

“H-Holy shi-?!”

An old woman jumped out from the inner room in shock.

“You, you…! A-and why are you here again… huff!”

The old woman was startled by the sight of me covered in blood. She trembled with fear.

“There’s something I want to ask. Middle-aged man… messy beard…”

I described the guy’s face in words.

“…You mean Junichi from the Yamamotos? Surely nothing happened to Junichi…”

“Tell me where he lives.”

“…”

“Please tell me.”

I approached the old woman. She stepped back and fell over. She had been holding a smartphone, which I snatched from her hands. She was trying to make a call.

“G-give it back. P-please.”

Her legs gave out, and she crawled toward me to retrieve the smartphone. I kicked her shoulder and unlocked the phone without much trouble—no pattern or password. Flipping through the contacts, I called the number most recently dialed.

The ringing continued for about twenty seconds before someone picked up.

“Hello? Mom?”

Since I’d already set the speakerphone, the woman’s voice filled the convenience store.

I looked at the old woman. Her face had turned deathly pale.

“What’s up calling so late? Mom? Why aren’t you answering?”

I nodded toward the old woman, signaling for her to respond.

“Y-yes. I just missed you and decided to call.”

“Your voice doesn’t sound right. Is something wrong?”

“A-ah, no, everything’s fine, you old hag. Tokyo’s a mess, isn’t it? Are you okay now?”

“I’m at a shelter right now. There are aftershocks happening. Tomorrow, I’ll leave the shelter and head home. Sigh. Will the insurance guys pay up easily? It pisses me off so much.”

I gestured to the old woman again, this time telling her to hang up.

“Ah, got it. It’s late, so I’ll call again tomorrow.”

“My mom called first…”

Click.

I hung up.

I continued fiddling with the old woman’s smartphone. She anxiously watched me, her eyes full of unease. I found some photos in the gallery—a family portrait with the old woman, a middle-aged couple, and a pair of kids in school uniforms.

“Old lady, is this your family? Do they live in Tokyo?”

“P-please…”

I tossed the smartphone to her. Barely catching it, she began crying.

“Old lady, I’m not going to kill you.”


“Why? I’ll be back here again tomorrow.”

“…”

“Lately, I’ve only been eating Japanese food and I’m sick of it. I want Korean food. Grandma, prepare it.”

“Hmph, I don’t know how to cook Korean food…”

“That’s not my problem. I’ll come around lunchtime tomorrow, so have it ready.”

“…Yes.”

“Grandma only needs to know two things.”

“Two things…?”

“If you report this, you die. If it tastes bad, you die. If you put anything strange in the food, I’ll boil you in a pot and feed your broth to that girl… Ah, now that I think about it, that’s three things. Whatever, I’m leaving anyway.”

Before leaving, I didn’t forget to grab two cans of beer.

The moment I left, I saw the old woman’s pants getting wet. It wasn’t a pleasant sight, so I erased it from my mind.

I approached Nakagami Lisa. She greeted me with a smile.

“You brought beer too? That’s thoughtful.”

Her blood-soaked self popped the beer can and took a swig.

“I found his place. Let’s go.”

“…Do we have to? Seems unnecessary.”

“What are you talking about with that eager face?”

“Hehehe. You know what? I’m soaking wet down there right now.”

I looked at her hotpants. The white ones had blood stains on them. I focused on her crotch but couldn’t tell if she was wet by sight alone.

Judging by her excited eyes, I unbuttoned her hotpants and slipped my cold beer-holding hand inside. She shivered.

“Ughn…”

Her pussy was hot and sticky. My fingers brushed against her labia. Carefully, I massaged her drenched virgin pussy.

“Senior. No hair down there?”

“In summer, I take lots of swimsuit photos. Maintenance is essential.”

“That makes sense.”

“Ah, feels good… This is its own kind of… Huhn… I want sex. Right here, right now?”

I almost shouted YES immediately. But I held back with superhuman patience. I wanted sex in a brighter place so I could properly enjoy her body.

“Let’s do our business first. It won’t take long.”

With my hand still in Nakagami Lisa’s lower half, I walked forward. The highly aroused Lisa reached climax three times before we arrived.

“Three houses ahead with a big ginkgo tree. The house with the brown gate in the middle… Here we are.”

We smashed through the front door. There was a middle-aged woman and a young man. The mud-covered old man wasn’t there; seemed he’d been hospitalized. After killing him, we stepped outside to find ten people surrounding us, wielding knives and farming tools turned weapons. They all had bloodshot eyes streaming with tears of blood, having consumed some sort of drug.

“You damn bastard!”

“You killed Mr. Yamamoto?!”

“We won’t forgive you!!”

“We must kill you to soothe Mr. Yamamoto’s spirit!”

I pushed the frozen Nakagami Lisa back inside and closed the door.

“Yoojin?!”

“Stay there for a moment. This will be quick.”

I charged toward the young man nearby. My goal was to take his katana.

Thud. Thud, Thud!

Had I underestimated these guys?

They all rushed me at once, stabbing into my body. Knives, spears, pitchforks pierced me. Enraged by this shit situation, I gritted my teeth harder.

Thud. A katana pierced through my neck.

[Death Resistance has activated. You cannot die for the next 15 seconds.]

[Remaining Death Resistance time: 15 seconds]

I moved my hand forward.

“Aaaaaaah!”

The guy who stabbed me with the katana screamed in terror and retreated. Clearly, anyone seeing someone survive such a fatal wound would be scared.

Grabbing the hilt of the katana piercing my neck, I pulled it out. Looking around, they were all within a meter of me. These terrified bastards were waiting for me to fall.

[Remaining Death Resistance time: 10 seconds]

What to do…

My Death Resistance still had 10 seconds left.

I pulled out all the weapons embedded in my body and dropped them to the floor.

[Complete Recovery is being used.]

Pain surged as the wounds vanished. I gave the bastards a toothy grin.

“Mo, Monster!”

Hearing their terrified breathing, I raised the katana.

“Ah, this cool and weighty sensation… It was a short and painful time… Now it’s time for Heavenly Horse Sung Yoojin to return.”