infodatos Chapter 85: Around Louisville (5)
Chapter 85: Around Louisville (5)
As I climbed up the pipeline, I pondered.
If thousands of people were all dragged to a nonexistent district, could I stop the psychic without killing them?
‘Don’t think of it as killing a human.
Think of it as vanquishing a monster that devours people.’
It feels like this voice is echoing within me.
Should I affirm this voice?
A surge of anger stirred in my heart.
It was the same anger I’d felt since the Pyeon Station.
The rooftop is now coming into view.
What will I see from up there?
Will I see a hidden path leading to the nonexistent district? Or will I see monsters lurking in that nonexistent place?
Will I encounter killers who only find thrill in “agonizing” murders, unable to feel any emotion from ordinary killings? Or perhaps the crazed games of lunatics who fancy themselves gods?
“Help, please… someone save me.”
“No! No!!! My baby!!!”
The memories of that delivery to the nonexistent district surfaced.
My heart grows cold.
“I am… I am actually…”
‘I’ll kill them. I’ll definitely kill them.’
My mind goes completely blank.
“Do you hate psychics?”
Yes, is this my essence?
Is my hatred toward psychics my core vow?
“Is this my essence?”
My core murmured.
Even if I stain my hands with blood. Even if I get devoured by Mara’s enlightenment. Even if I someday regret this path, kill them.
The shaman’s hand that performs incantations, sever it. The shaman’s tongue that utters bizarre words, slice it off. For the necromancer who’s shed their human guise, strip away their filthy hide and end them.
Thus, I ascended to the rooftop.
Now, witness it. The Heavenly Demon of the Last Days…
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In front of me was the sight of the wicked psychics.
And then I saw it.
A boy, dressed as if cosplaying a hero, standing against hundreds of gangsters blocking the alley.
The boy was drenched in blood, but he didn’t stop forming seals.
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Cho Heuk-seok, Director of the Black Stone Clan, mercilessly beat the boy with all his might. Yet, the boy wouldn’t easily fall.
“You seem to have talent. And guts, too.”
Cho Heuk-seok spoke, barely containing his rage. For this random brat to block the path leading to the nonexistent district…
With every second crucial to the success of the operation, he had to somehow coax this kid into leaving.
“You’re too valuable to die here. Why don’t you join us?”
“…Justice does not compromise with evil.”
As the brat said that, the kids they had brought as offerings cheered from behind.
“Booster Man!”
“Sniff… Booster Man really exists!”
Cho Heuk-seok’s face twisted in irritation. Even he knew about those so-called “heroes.” They were the psychics who gained popularity with the public through NewTube.
However, the Director of the Black Stone Clan, Cho Heuk-seok, knew that even the most famous so-called “heroes” ultimately became “VIPs” at Big Hand Casino.
In the end, all those heroes were merely actors. Just content creators making money off views, subscriptions, and ads in psychic exorcism content.
Feigning calmness, Cho Heuk-seok spoke.
“With all that fighting, you should have enough footage for decent content. Edit it well, and you might finally escape being a small-timer. Just back off now.”
“Justice doesn’t vanish before evil is eradicated.”
The brat struck a pose again.
“Booster On!”
With those words, the power levels of nearby machines either spiked or plummeted. The power surge affected the cars parked along the street, while the power drop hit the computers and TVs maintaining the hidden path to the nonexistent district.
“Damn it!”
A car revved up and lunged at Cho Heuk-seok.
Of course, Cho Heuk-seok tore the car apart with his bare hands, shouting as he did so.
“Then die. Divine Resonance.”
Cho Heuk-seok resonated with the black stone.
Even the asphalt paving the road could resonate with black stone. And black metal was also a target for resonance.
This was why every gun owned by the Black Stone Clan was black.
The asphalt writhed as if alive and swiftly transformed into sharp tendrils. The entire road, stretching for dozens of meters, was now under Cho Heuk-seok’s control.
If a shaman could exert a consistent power of 1, a psychic could fluctuate between 1.5 and 0.7, depending on their instinct that day.
And a divine medium, like Cho Heuk-seok, could range from 3 to 0.3, depending on their environment.
Even Nayu, known as the strongest shaman, could lose to an upper-tier Celestial Immortal in a place completely severed from the sky.
But if she fought in the vast skies, overlooking the earth, she would be the strongest among the Three Revered Ones.
Even Kim Sojin, regarded as half a step ahead of the other Three Revered Ones, had no choice but to remain on the defensive,
“My hero…”
Then the boy fainted.
With him slung over my back, I spoke.
“I’m no hero…”
And then I ran with him on my back.
The wounds inflicted by asphalt, a tangible substance, didn’t heal well with Black Sheath.
It seemed I had realized too late that this was real psychic damage.
To treat him, I’d need to head to the side-dish shop.
– – – The End of The Chapter – – –
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