Chapter 1188

<Chapter 1188> Day 15

The yakuza ascended the stairs with killing intent radiating from their faces.

Thick beads of sweat formed on their menacing faces.

“Man, these stairs suck. They sucked when we climbed them in the cool morning, and now… ugh.”

Midsummer. And it’s blazing hot under the scorching sun.

Who in hell would climb hundreds of steps in weather where you’re sweating just standing still? It’s gotta feel like dying.

They’re probably cursing the boss in their heads right now. Totally predictable.

The bastards have already climbed more than halfway.

“C’mon, climb a little more.”

I calmed my trembling hands as I waited. It’s not time yet.

As the yakuza got closer, they shouted threats in hoarse voices filled with phlegm.

“You bastards!”

“Why are you making us suffer like this?”

“We’ll kill you!!”

I flipped them off while mocking them. Enraged, the yakuza charged up the stairs with murderous intent—but only for a moment. Their pace slowed again as they panted heavily, wiping away sweat.

“Almost 80% up… None of the yakuza have given up climbing yet.”

I fished around in my pocket and pulled out three Blood Pills.

Three pills—just enough to avoid life-threatening side effects.

After swallowing all three at once, my vision turned red, tears of blood streamed from my eyes, my senses sharpened, and my body felt lighter.

“If I take one more… damn, is this thing addictive?”

I reached behind me and wiggled my fingers. The man in black waiting nearby handed me a fresh door panel he’d just ripped off from the shrine.

“And may this sacred door panel bless me.”

I laid the door panel on the ground and stood on it, then slid down like riding a snowboard. Normally impossible, but using the slope of these stairs and my weight, it works perfectly.

The Door Board glides smoothly down the stairs. The yakuza panic, raising their weapons. I drew my katana from my waist. The first guy freaked out and leaped aside to dodge me.

The second one wasn’t so lucky. His body was slashed open, and he fell. I jumped off the Door Board, which continued sliding down, colliding with more yakuza. They lost their balance and fell backward. Behind them were more yakuza. A perfect human domino effect.

“Aaaaaaaaagh!”

The yakuza tumbled down the stairs, tangling with each other like a snowball growing larger. Though there was a limit—it stopped expanding at some point. Instead, many yakuza were crushed under the human ball.

The stairs quickly became a river of blood. More than half are now combat-incapacitated. A satisfying result.

Now comes the real fight.

The ones who avoided the human domino effect through luck or reflexes—they need to die.

“You bastard!!”

A katana-wielding yakuza charges at me. I easily sidestep his attack and slash with my blade. The edge grazes his neck as I pass. Grabbing the falling corpse by the collar, I use it as a shield.

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots ring out, bullets embedding themselves into the corpse shield. The thick…


The bullets couldn’t pierce through the corpse shield.

I clung to those bastards and fought. No retreating. I had to stick close to survive!

“Dammit! Stop shooting! You’re hitting us!”

“Stab their guts with knives!”

“That monster’s already consumed blood pills! We’ll take some too! Hurry!”

“What do you think consuming blood pills will change? Hah!”

I mocked the Yakuza while swinging my katana. Blood pills enhance physical abilities and grant an awakening effect – meaning they boost focus. But they don’t give you experience you don’t already have. The gap between me and these bastards is like the difference between Heaven and Earth.

“You really think you can beat me without guns? You pathetic fools?”

Cutting down anyone in sight, I descended the stairs.

The steps were slippery with blood, so I had to be extra careful going down. One slip and it’s game over.

And then I grabbed someone in front of me as a human shield – alive or dead, didn’t matter. A shield was necessary to stay safe from bullets. I don’t trust bulletproof vests much.

“Wouldn’t a live shield be better anyway?”

Because when your living comrade gets grabbed by me, you bastards hesitate.

“What the hell…?!”

“What kind of monstrous freak is that?!!”

The Yakuza were horrified.

I focused even harder on the fight. In this crimson world, all I see are enemies who need killing. Dodging their attacks, I claimed lives with the sword in my hand.

It feels like standing on the rooftop railing without a safety line.

So tense…

There’s no full recovery possible. Cooldown has over 2 hours left.

If I die here, it’s all over.

“Fun! How long has it been since I felt this rush…!”

A blade approached. It was shorter than my katana. The blade aimed for my carotid artery. I swallowed hard and tilted my neck. The blade grazed past, leaving a shallow cut and some blood.

With his attack finished, now it’s my turn. Faking a sword swing, I kicked his abdomen. He tumbled down the stairs, crashing into his buddy, sealing their fates.

Kill, kill, kill.

I slaughtered everything in sight while descending.

Wobble.

I almost lost balance. My body burned like crazy, muscles screaming at their limits. But that wasn’t why. I thought there were more stairs below, but I’d already reached the bottom.

“…You piece of trash. Are you one of KaminoYama’s modified humans?”

Kizaki stood before me, eyes wide, pistol aimed at me. Four Yakuza flanked him.

I quietly checked the surroundings. The five in front of me were all that remained.

“Do I look like some modified human like Shibata to you?”

“Not a modified human, huh? Do you really think what you’ve done is possible for an ordinary human!!”

“I took blood pills.”

“Don’t joke around! There’s a limit to what blood pills can do!”

“That’s probably your limit.”

I raised my blood-soaked katana.

Kizaki hesitated mid-shout, then spoke calmer.

“…I don’t want to eliminate talent like you with my own hands. Join us. We’ll treat you well.”

“Hmm? That sounds like an offer I want. I accept.”

“Is that so.”

Kizaki pulled the trigger, and I raised my left arm to protect my head while charging at him. He clearly had no intention of letting me live. Nearly a hundred Yakuza died by my hands. And they wanted to recruit me? Ridiculous.

He was an excellent shot. My left arm was shredded. Thanks to the blood pills, it didn’t hurt, and I doubt I’ll die from shock either.

Kizaki’s gun aimed lower. Smart guy. Knowing he couldn’t hit my head, he aimed for my chest protected by the bulletproof vest.

“Don’t just stand there! Stop that bastard!!”

“Yes sir!”

The four Yakuza charged simultaneously. My heightened concentration hadn’t dropped yet. Their movements seemed slow to me. It felt like I was in a momentary time-slowing state.

In that brief window, I swung my blade. The four collapsed, clutching their necks.

Kizaki stared at the incomprehensible monster…


The observing eye stared at me.

“What the hell are you…!?”

I considered responding, but decided against it. After all, he’s a goner anyway.

The sword slashed through the air and reached Kizaki’s neck.

“AAAAAAAAAAH!”

I had intended to sever his head in one strike, but the blade must’ve been damaged as it failed to even cut halfway through. I discarded the sword and lunged at Kizaki. Grabbing his head, I smashed it into the ground with all my might. After a few repetitions, his skull shattered.

‘It’s over.’

I collapsed onto the floor.

My heated body slowly began to cool down.

Though I loosened my grip, I didn’t completely let go of my tension. There might still be survivors.

‘Those who pretend to be dead will likely keep pretending till the end, or flee into the mountains.’

I glanced at my left arm. It was all tattered. Full recovery in 2 hours.

‘I’ll have to endure using Blood Pills.’

As soon as the effects wear off, I plan to consume another Blood Pill. There might be side effects, but I only need to hold on for 2 hours.

After some time, the Shrine Maiden, Nakagami Lisa, and Hagawa Ryouko approached me. The Shrine Maiden’s loyal subordinates were busy disposing of the corpses.

The Shrine Maiden looked at me with a faint smile. Unexpected. Though we haven’t known each other long, I know she isn’t one to openly display her emotions.

“Sung Yoojin. Your abilities have been confirmed. They’re truly… fantastical.”

“I’m glad my skills impressed you.”

Hagawa Ryouko watched me with complicated eyes. She came closer and administered first aid to my tattered left arm. Thanks to her, I might not need to use the Blood Pill after all.

“This is absurd. What’s your real identity? Are you even human?”

“I’m human. But I didn’t expect you’d help me. Don’t you desire my death?”

“15 days. I’m different from you. I keep my promises.”

“Hah hah. You stopped calling me ‘Jo-sen-jing’?”

“T-Tch, shut up, Jo-sen-jing.”

I glanced at the quiet Nakagami Lisa. I was surprised by what I saw. She was trembling with a smile on her lips. More shockingly, her hand was inside her pants, moving roughly.

“I can’t… hold on any longer…!”

Nakagami Lisa abruptly stripped off her pants and underwear. Her smooth, quivering white thighs were exposed. Stumbling towards me, she forcibly removed my blood-soaked pants and started stroking my member. My erection was immediate, and she quickly mounted me.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Nakagami Lisa climaxed instantly, wetting herself. She didn’t stop. Ignoring my ejaculation, she continued grinding her hips. I used my right hand to remove her top and fondled her bouncing breasts.

I wanted sex anyway. Nakagami Lisa’s actions were quite welcome. The thirst for blood transformed into sexual pleasure.

“…”

“…”

The Shrine Maiden and Hagawa Ryouko’s gazes were peculiar.

“Ugh, ah! Aaaah!”

Squish squish.

Nakagami Lisa and my lower halves were soaked in clear, sticky fluids. All of it was her vaginal juices. Its strange scent overpowered the smell of blood.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Nakagami Lisa screamed as she fell backward. However, her lower half remained defiantly raised. In front of everyone, she convulsed, spraying lewd liquids everywhere.

‘What an incredible woman.’

Impressed by Nakagami Lisa, I looked at the Shrine Maiden and Hagawa Ryouko.

“Take off your clothes too.”

“I, I…”

“Yes, understood.”

Hagawa Ryouko hesitated, while the Shrine Maiden confidently stripped and approached me. Just like Lisa, she began grinding her hips, enjoying my member.

‘Her vagina is already soaking wet. Is this woman like Lisa?’

In comparison, Hagawa Ryouko seemed normal.

I intensely stared at Hagawa Ryouko, and she bit her lip while removing her clothes.

“As agreed…,”

The 2 hours passed in no time.