I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch - Chapter 232: Even Vagabonds Have Their Own Code Of Honor. (5)
The title “Condemned Demon” means a mad demonic adept focused on lamentations. It refers to a crazy pervert bastard who is obsessed with others’ despair and grief.
This was precisely why the Blood Cult was dangerous.
The reason the Blood Cult disturbed the world wasn’t for “righteous” causes like dominating the martial arts world or revenge, but simply based on individual motives.
In any case, what the Condemned Demon was most obsessed with, his very reason for existence, was the supreme pleasure of pushing others into complete despair and savoring their breaking expressions.
And among these, there was the best material.
Those who are fundamentally kind and righteous, and yet unbreakable, not losing their will, possessing that brilliant emotion called nobility.
And now, the Condemned Demon was overflowing with ecstasy at the thought of obtaining one of the finest materials of his life.
“Kuhuhuk! Hehehuk! Yes, amazing, truly amazing. Loyalty? To think a child would stake their life on loyalty! Isn’t this a masterpiece!”
Gyeongdamgan burst into mad laughter.
“Yes, what, what should I do with this child? How can I make it even better?”To thoroughly break that dazzlingly beautiful child, finally pushing her into a pit of black despair until she screams cursing the world, how joyful, unparalleled in the world, huk, he must calm down, calm down.
Gyeongdamgan barely spoke with a distorted expression, unable to hold back his laughter:
“Well, a promise is a promise. You vagabonds, get lost now. If you clumsily try to remove it, you’ll die in agony, so if you obediently follow my orders from now on, you can continue preserving your lowly lives. Of course, you’ll have to follow my orders for life.”
How ecstatic it is to threaten by holding someone’s lifeline and forcibly make them follow orders.
The rotting expressions of the vagabonds who sensed their fate enthralled Gyeongdamgan.
And the Divine Maiden Sect disciple who glared at him with an unwavering expression even amidst this pleased him even more.
Yes, you must be strong.
Be firm like a brilliant and hard diamond.
“Aak!”
Screams spread through the room again.
The Divine Maiden Sect disciple also fell to the floor, bending her knees and waist, as the parasites all spewed poison at once.
“Didn’t I tell you to follow orders? When this old man says withdraw, you withdraw, and when I say come, you come. Like obedient dogs.”
At that moment, the Divine Maiden Sect disciple stammered:
“I, I’m fine so please withdraw now everyone. I’ll find a way somehow…”
“Kuhuk, Miss…”
At this, the vagabonds left with red-rimmed eyes, unable to say anything else, perhaps out of shame.
What a splendid sight this is!
Gyeongdamgan felt a ticklish sensation in his lower parts that had been numb for life.
Meanwhile, Qing had roughly grasped the situation.
Hmm. It feels hot when this thing spews poison.
It seems the bug doesn’t die after entering the body.
The spewed poison is harmful, but the bug itself doesn’t seem particularly harmful just being in the body.
If the parasite or whatever was completely digested like a piece of chicken gangjeong, or if there was no feeling when it spewed poison, she wouldn’t know when to pretend to be in pain.
Fortunately, just when her solar plexus felt hot, suddenly all the vagabonds screamed at once.
Qing also pretended to be in pain in time, and the Demonic Adept had a very satisfied expression.
“Kuhuhuk! Child. Yes. I need to let you know your situation. For now, yes.”
The old man chuckled and said:
“Take off your clothes. Let’s see your body.”
Qing frowned deeply.
What a crazy perverted old bastard. If you’re going to eat your age, eat it gracefully, eating that age. Hm?
Qing suddenly remembered, wasn’t the portrait of a middle-aged man with a remarkable nose? Why an old man?
Separately from that, Qing had no particular reason to obey those words now that there were no hostages.
“Your dreams are big. If you pay fifty thousand gold taels, I’ll take them off, payment in advance, customer.”
“Kuhuhuk! Good! There should be some resistance at first! It’s no fun if you tremble and obey docilely. But, shouldn’t I punish a child who doesn’t listen?”
And then her solar plexus felt hot as if she had drunk strong liquor, as the parasite spewed poison.
Qing immediately collapsed on the floor and imitated painful groans, huk huk, as best she could.
However, while Qing’s real pain sounds are like kuheok eoeok kkeok, choking and gurgling with a scratchy voice, her fake groans were more like ahuk heuheut ahuk, closer to sensual moans.
Of course, Qing prided herself on being perfect as an actor since no one could record and play back her performance, but.
Qing thought while making these lewd-sounding exaggerations:
This feeling of heat when the bug spews poison is really convincing, like drinking alcohol? If you can feel drunk without drinking, isn’t this a total win? It’s like unlimited free alcohol.
Thinking of her favorite alcohol, Qing’s thoughts sharpened for once.
Unlimited? How can it be unlimited?
No matter how much poison such a tiny creature makes, there must be a limit to the amount, right?
And since it’s a parasite after all, it has to eat something to make poison and won’t spew out poison for everything it eats, so there must be a limit to its reserves, right?
Since Qing was immune to poison anyway, this wasn’t such a useful deduction.
However, separately from that, she thought if these parasites were so useful, everyone would raise and use them together, so there must be some big disadvantages which is why I’ve never heard of them before.
Because Qing’s thoughts were a bit long, she didn’t notice that the parasite had stopped spewing poison and was catching its breath.
At this, Gyeongdamgan chuckled,
“How long are you going to exaggerate? You spoke so boldly but now you’re squirming like a worm. Kuhuk.”
“Ah. It’s over. Whew. Is this all? It’s not much. If you want me to take off my clothes, be a bit more generous. Now it’s starting to hurt a bit, heuheut.”
Damn, the person is talking.
Qing immersed herself in acting again, focused on the alcohol-like heat rising inside her.
“Over? Eh. Ahuk.”
“Will I take off my clothes for this? Originally it’s sunlight rather than wind, you need to treat me warmly to hwaaat.”
“Stop! Stop! I get it! Ah, you tricked me? The parasite isn’t much either. Aheuheuk!”
“Really, really stop! I get it! Ah. But what am I supposed to get? Heuheut.”
Qing gently provoked to make the parasite spew poison.
It was completely different from the scene Gyeongdamgan wanted to see. He wanted to see her trembling in fear, taking off her clothes and bowing her head, but while she was going crazy with pain, she provoked him to do more when he stopped.
The biggest victim, no, victim bug at this moment was the baby parasite inside Qing’s body.
Damn humans! Let the parasite rest too!
In the end, with its poison sac completely empty and exhausted, the baby parasite drooped and ignored the queen parasite’s signals.
“Hmm. Looks like the parasite used up all its poison. Is this it for today? What a shame, I could have made you take them off if we did a bit more. Try harder tomorrow.”
“…Your mouth is alive despite rolling around so much.”
Gyeongdamgan’s voice trembled strangely.
Although Qing was the one who rolled all over the floor saying she was in pain, strangely, the one who felt bad was Gyeongdamgan.
No, is this even the right attitude for someone who swallowed a parasite? Something seems a bit different from unbreakable will, a bit too relaxed? How dare she?
As Gyeongdamgan gritted his teeth at this, Qing continued to spout whatever came to mind. Since not everything that comes out of the mouth is words, the expression “spouting words” would be accurate.
“Then, can I go now? I just come when you call later, right? There’s no point in trying to make me do strange things since it won’t work.”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Huh? You let our vagabond friends go, didn’t you?”
Qing asked back as if saying “What are you talking about?”
Wasn’t he going to plant parasites and take their lives hostage to make them do various bad things?
“Come on, let me go. I have to go fight in the top 8 matches, and if I don’t return, my master will worry. I’ll keep my mouth shut and come running when you call later, so let’s end it here for today. How about it? What’s the opinion of the age-eating pervert bastard?”
“Such an audacious woman. You’re surely planning to remove the parasite once you leave. As if I’d let that happen.”
Damn, why won’t he let just me go?
If he planted a parasite or whatever, wasn’t the plan to send me off saying “You’re a Blood Cult spy now!” and then force me to do some shady things?
But.
Remove the parasite?
Saying he won’t let me go means I can remove the parasite if he lets me go.
He let the vagabonds go because they can’t do it.
Wealth? Skill? Background? Doesn’t it mean there’s something I have that vagabonds don’t that can remove it?
Qing was brilliantly using her head for her own safety.
However, in fact, if she had just asked a wise person like Jegal Ihyeon once before, she wouldn’t have needed to rack her brains to deduce.
This was because information about parasites wasn’t some secret that was difficult to obtain.
This is why people need to learn.
“Fine. Let’s see how long you can act so carelessly.”
Gyeongdamgan said this and tapped the floor, and after a moment, an exquisitely hidden lid opened, revealing a secret passage.
The lid was manual, of course.
Qing’s eyes lit up when she saw the hand opening the secret passage lid on the floor.
There are Blood Cult guys down there!
Wow! Blood Cult! Wow! Bad guys!
“Now, go in.”
Gyeongdamgan ordered like that.
Qing obediently went down the stairs leading underground.
As she entered the dim landing, the ominous purple light in her two eyes finally revealed its color and glistened.
—-
While Qing was being defeated by the terrible parasite and kidnapped to the evil Blood Cult’s terrifying secret base-
Or while the evil, terrifying, and terrible Qing was digging into the Blood Cult’s secret base with an alcohol bottle-type parasite installed inside her-
During that time, Cheon Yuhak wasn’t just watching and playing around.
As soon as Qing and the vagabonds broke down the door with good momentum, a figure quickly escaped to the roof and fled.
“Tsk tsk. Really.”
His disciple’s finishing was sloppy.
Cheon Yuhak clicked his tongue and flew off, and if Qing had known, she would have argued about who exactly was sloppy.
—-
How can there be such good underground facilities in the primitive ancient Central Plains? Aren’t underground levels something developed in that modern era?
Of course not.
Underground construction was one of the specialties that all humans below medieval and pre-modern times, that is, primitive humans about halfway between chimpanzees and monkeys, were good at.
And cities along big rivers in the Central Plains basically had a history of repeated floods burying cities in sediment and building new cities on top.
Therefore, it had a structure where underground levels kept appearing under the ground, so using the ancestors’ legacy made it very convenient to build underground bases.
Thus, in an underground prison without a speck of moonlight, Qing lay down peacefully inside the dimly lit iron bars with just a small oil lamp the size of a fingernail.
The prisoner treatment here is really not good.
How can they not give even one blanket? I’m not even asking for a pillow, but shouldn’t they give at least one ragged blanket?
How can they throw someone in a place like this to sleep where it’s cold, hard, and uncomfortable?
Exactly half a ke later.
Qing snored loudly.
And inside Qing, the baby parasite that had collapsed from exhaustion finally came to its senses.
Plants originally produce their own poison.
But poisonous animals, venomous creatures, need to eat things that can become poison to make poison.
The same was true for parasites.
Originally, parasites started as beneficial parasites that lived in human bodies and selectively ate harmful things, but only after methods of handling specific species emerged did they develop into vile tricks to control others.
Meanwhile, poisons don’t affect Qing’s Constitution as a human with Blood Poison, but that doesn’t mean she purifies and eliminates poison like some mythical artifact (in modern terms).
The ingested poison just stays in the body without causing harm, and over time, poison that decomposes decomposes, and poison that leaves leaves.
And the poisons that remain in the body just stay there without going anywhere.
So the baby parasite that came to its senses wriggled its hungry stomach and wandered through Qing’s internal organs looking for food, for poisonous things to fill its empty poison sac.
It was truly a poison-eating parasite, a parasite in itself.
Then it entered a certain point and tasted a drop of bile, and lo and behold!
There was the crystallization of a heavenly poison liquid it had never tasted in its entire parasite life.
The parasite wagged its tail and frantically craved the poison liquid.
As the parasite sucked up the bile like that, its color became very slightly, very minutely more reddish.
Of course, this was something neither Qing, who couldn’t see inside herself with her eyes, nor the parasite, which had no eyes to see colors, knew.
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