Chapter 48 - Dark Side (2)

Dark Side (2)

I had apparently eaten rotten meat, suffered from high fever, and lost consciousness for a week. No earlier memories surfaced at all.

Struggling to rise, I looked in the mirror. Though nothing else came back, my own face felt strangely familiar.>

Thud...! Thud...! Thud...! Thud...!

I regained consciousness to the sound of someone violently pounding something. Forcing my heavy eyelids open, I saw Dusty angrily punching his combat suit.

"Ghk, kheuk, don't interfere! Get off me!!"

Could this bastard not remove his own combat suit?

It seemed Dusty had tried to rape me while I was unconscious, but laughably failed to remove his suit, rendering him powerless.

Pathetic fucker.

Low grass and surrounding trees came into view as I lay there. The familiar scenery suggested we were still near Firenti Village. My neck still ached from being choked, but not enough to worry about. No restraints bound me - fingers and toes moved freely.

Enraged by his suit's malfunction, Dusty kept pounding it. I rapidly simulated dozens of strike trajectories against his exposed neck. Vivid images of his severed head hitting the ground flashed through my mind.

As I drew Hardcore Saw and prepared to lunge, he suddenly screamed in terror:

"A-Axion!! I'm sorry for hitting you! Please don't! Just not the witch! Please!!"

His suit seemed to be malfunctioning. After begging Axion tearfully, Dusty collapsed to the ground.

"Sh-shit... The witch is coming..."

Dusty trembled like a haunted man, boosters glowing red as if preparing for aerial escape.

I predicted his trajectory, calculating sword angles until the image of his decapitation became crystal clear.

The moment his feet left ground, I propelled myself with minimal motion. My blade arced toward his neck in one clean stroke.

Koo-woong-!!

His boosters roared. Feet left earth. My turn.

My body executed the rehearsed motion perfectly. Hearing Hardcore Saw's draw, Dusty turned - too late. My sword moved with lethal speed he couldn't evade.

I could practically see his vertebrae. The blade would sever them cleanly, ending this.

Death's shadow filled Dusty's eyes as he turned. In that instant, he seemed to accept his fate.

Our stats were similar - mine slightly higher. Having exposed this fatal opening, Dusty couldn't avoid the strike.

My unconsciousness had been his only victory chance. But his absurd struggle with his suit turned opportunity into crisis.

Certain of victory, I swung at his neck. Hardcore Saw's rotating blade raced toward its target.

Die.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng-!!!!

My perfectly calculated strike halted. Unbelievably, a purple-haired nun had stopped Hardcore Saw's blade barehanded.

"Hik! K-Kalia!!"

Dusty crashed headfirst into dirt, boosters out of control.

Who is she?

The woman called Kalia smiled leisurely while gripping my sword. Though nun-attired, nothing about her felt holy - more like a viper in sheep's clothing. Dangerous energy radiating from her made my fingertips tingle.

"X, analyze her status."

[Cannot analyze opponents with significant power disparity.]

Damn. As I suspected - formidable. Maybe Baek Wol-hyang tier?

Kalia beamed like meeting an old friend:

"Exodus, long time no see. Why must you fight every meeting? Shouldn't you get along by now?"

She knows X?

"X, you know this woman?"

[System access denied. Unknown.]

Kalia stared at me - no, at X - then sighed disappointedly.

"Judging by your pathetic state, you haven't unlocked much power or info yet. Another dud, huh."

Dud? Me?

Fury rose at this sudden nuisance. Worse, she'd blocked my full-power strike like swatting a toy. I growled warningly:

"Let go."

She feigned exaggerated surprise, voice dripping mockery:

"Oh my~ Just holding it lightly. Can't you pull free?"

"Grrk."

Extremely dangerous. If I don't strike first, disaster awaits.

Kalia sneered at my trembling sword hand.

No need to hesitate. Her guard's down - aim the minigun at her forehead for victory. Even monsters take damage from this. At point-blank range, even powerhouses get headshot.

Like with Dusty, I simulated aiming at her forehead repeatedly until movements optimized. The moment perfected, I instantly leveled the minigun between her eyes.

Click.

"Huh?"

She stared cross-eyed at the barrel.

"Who are you? What do you know about X?"

Lowering this gun means death. Extract X intel, then kill immediately.

"Pfft."

Kalia answered with mocking laughter.

"Fucking bitch."

I unloaded into her face.

Ratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatat!!

Ting! Ping! Pingpingpingping!!

Bullets ricocheted off incomprehensible runes materializing before her. The magic circles kept appearing, nullifying all attacks.

With those, my minigun couldn't touch her.

Kalia gripped the smoking barrel, hypnotic gaze locking onto mine:

"Want to shove it in me?"

Before I answered, she began licking the muzzle. Frozen by her sudden lewdness, I couldn't move.

"Haa, hng, slurp, hng, hng."

She tongued the barrel like performing fellatio. Her obscene tongue work and breathing felt disturbingly real - as if sucking my vanished cock and balls. My clitoris instantly hardened, kinky sensations flooding my lower body.

"S-stop that."

"Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp."

Ignoring me, she kept licking every crevice. Warm love juice trickled down my thighs.

Pausing, she gazed dreamily:

"Fuck me with it."

Then violently shoved the barrel into her mouth. Though large, it barely fit.

For a moment, she resembled a lover swallowing my glans - until I remembered this was a gun barrel, not cock.

Battling this psycho might drive me insane too. Must kill her when possible.

I asked the drooling woman:

"Really want it?"

She winked playfully.

"Then die, bitch."

Ratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatat!!!!

I fired into her mouth, concentrating bullets against the palate to pierce her brain. Acrid gunpowder filled the air.

As ammo depleted, her grip weakened on my weapons.

Did I finish her?

Retreating, I watched black smoke pour from Kalia's nose and mouth. The haze obscured her face. No creature could survive such point-blank fire. Her perversion caused this.

As smoke cleared, her expression emerged - still smiling leisurely. Mocking my victorious expression, she opened her mouth to reveal mangled bullets and unharmed flesh. After chewing theatrically, she swallowed them all, then stuck out her clean tongue.

"Whew~ Satisfied? Your bullets taste nasty - hard to swallow."

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