I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch - Chapter 233: Even Vagabonds Have Their Own Code Of Honor. (6)
Gyeongdamgan’s idea of supreme beauty was despair. He believed the reason for human existence was that gaze fallen into an endless abyss, with firm will dissolved by disappointment and frustration in humanity.
However, beauty is always precious.
The despair of weak beings who crumble with just a little torment is merely a momentary amusement, and even that no longer stirred much emotion due to his long artistic experience raising the threshold.
Yes. Just like now.
If not for the operation, he would have discarded this low-grade material long ago. But when equating hobby with work, ultimately the hobby has to give way, so he kept it around.
Amidst this, a material beyond premium grade, no, supreme grade came in, so how should he carve it to see an even more splendid despair?
This was all that occupied Gyeongdamgan’s mind.
For now, he had decided on the finish.
The moment a woman crumbles is usually in the face of brutal violence violating her chastity.
How would that child react if made to suffer humiliation all day in front of those vagabonds she tried so hard to protect?People break in different ways, so would the Divine Maiden Sect disciple cry, or scream in anguish? Or she could just give up like a living corpse with lifeless eyes, that would be fine too.
“Kuhuhuk.”
Just thinking about it excited Gyeongdamgan, who couldn’t hold back his strange laughter.
Now, how to torment her before that?
She’s a tough one who endured the parasite’s poison that makes anyone collapse in pain wracking their entire nervous system, so does that mean she won’t yield to physical pain?
Then how to gradually break her spirit? A method to make that soul slowly sicken while giving a thin thread of hope to keep her from giving up…
It was while Gyeongdamgan was having a good time with pleasant imaginings, his pants thrown off, that the door burst open and a subordinate rushed in.
“Vice Leader! You need to come out now, huk!”
The subordinate faced with cosmic horror from visual stimulation couldn’t continue his report.
“…You bastard!”
Gyeongdamgan flew over and grabbed the subordinate’s neck. The crime of interrupting this most pleasurable moment and the crime of peeking at a superior’s shameful state naturally warranted execution.
“Kuheok…”
The subordinate thought as he lost consciousness:
Fuck, with the hand that was just, fuck fuck, filthily, fuck, this impotent bastard who can’t even get it up, should’ve used a sword instead…
After throwing away the corpse that used to be a subordinate, Gyeongdamgan locked the door.
It was the fault of the bastard who didn’t lock the door before doing that in the first place,
Thanks to this, only the Blood Cult martial artists were troubled.
“When is the Vice Leader coming?”
“We sent the youngest, he should be here soon.”
“The youngest left ages ago, why isn’t he back yet!”
The youngest sent to call the Vice Leader didn’t return, and there was no news from the Vice Leader either.
“Aak!”
The Blood Cult martial artists could only stamp their feet helplessly and watch the situation.
The incident started with breakfast.
“Woman, get up!”
“Ugh. My whole body aches from sleeping on the cold floor. Uh, I couldn’t even sleep properly. What is it?”
Qing, who had slept soundly without waking once all night, grumbled. The guard martial artist who had to listen to her steady breathing and occasional cute snoring all night while guarding the cell was dumbfounded.
“Here. Breakfast.”
“Oh. Breakfast as soon as I open my eyes. I like this one thing. So, what is it? Is it something delicious?”
Qing was polite to the person giving her food.
Because if you’re rude to the person giving food, you never know what tricks they might play with the food next time.
“You’re so carefree. Do we not matter at all to you? Here. It’s a rice ball. Take it.”
“Rice ball…”
Qing examined the guard martial artist.
The size of the large rice ball in the guard’s hand was satisfyingly generous, but there was nothing else in his hands.
No soup in the morning…
Still, it’s something that they’re giving breakfast at all.
“I’ll eat well.”
Qing politely greeted and reached through the bars. Just as her beautiful long fingers were about to touch the rice ball-
Thud.
With a clearly intentional movement, the rice ball fell in free fall. The round-shaped rice ball fell and splattered on the cold underground floor.
“Huh?”
“Kukuk, did you think this was some restaurant? Look. This is your future.”
The guard martial artist stomped on the rice ball.
The poor rice ball was left as food waste crushed on the floor.
“This is all you have to eat. Kuhu, looking at it like this, you really are the world’s greatest beauty. I wonder when it’ll be my turn, kuhah, you’re going to eat that?”
As Qing reached for the rice ball, the guard martial artist mockingly asked.
Qing’s hand slowly stretching towards the rice ball suddenly left an afterimage as it curved, and the martial artist’s ankle was firmly grasped.
“Huh? What?”
While the guard martial artist was flustered, Qing stretched out her other hand and grabbed the other ankle as well.
“This bastard is playing tricks with food first thing in the morning. The thing I hate most is people who mess with food.”
“Le-let go! How can you be this strong…!”
The flustered guard tried to shake her off, but the firmly grasped ankles didn’t budge at all, as if planted in the ground.
Of course, given Qing’s strength, what could he do?
“Hey? What do you think will happen if I pull like this?”
Qing was sitting on the floor with her upper body bent, arms stretched out holding the guard martial artist’s feet. And between Qing’s arms stood one sturdy iron bar.
As the blood drained from the guard martial artist’s face, he drew the sword at his waist-
Qing bent her waist and lay all the way back.
The guard’s legs flew into the cell like cannonballs, and finally his crotch caught on the iron bar with a thud! as bone collided with metal.
The guard’s eyes rolled back and he foamed at the mouth.
But this was just the beginning.
As Qing kneaded the guard’s feet as if massaging them and moved up to his thighs, his bones crumbled with a crunching sound and went limp like octopus legs.
“Kyaaak!”
Qing shuddered at the sensation of finely crushing living bones.
Wow. It’s been so long. This is, really, truly better than I thought, better than I remembered, wow, this is life.
Qing smiled fiercely and joked:
“Shh. Customer. There are a lot of knots in your legs. If I don’t loosen them well, you’ll keep walking or running. Should a person be walking around standing up instead of lying down or sitting?”
“Aaaak!!!”
Finally, as the guard martial artist’s leg bones were finely ground like sand, Qing twisted his legs into a knot.
“Gyaaak!!!”
The guard martial artist, his voice hoarse in less than one ke, still screamed.
Blood Cult martial artists quickly gathered at those terrible screams.
“Wh-what are you doing! Let go, let- aak!”
The Blood Cult warrior who tried to pull the guard martial artist away in shock had his wrist grabbed.
After hitting his head hard on the iron bars, his arm softened by Qing’s bone massage was wrapped around the bars twice, pulled inside, and clumsily tied.
So the rest of the Blood Cult martial artists didn’t dare approach the cell, and among them the youngest who was kicked in the shin and told to bring the Vice Leader immediately ran off and disappeared.
And now.
“Do you want your hostages back? Then I’ll relay my demands. One plate of stir-fry with lots of meat, two bowls of freshly cooked rice. And for soup, hmm, should we go with something light and clear? What’s your cook good at making?”
“Shut up! Now…”
“Hey, this place’s customer service is really something. Then clear soup, one bowl of refreshing soup with freshwater fish simmered well. Then I’ll return your hostages. That’s all. I’ll relay it again. One plate with lots of meat, two bowls of rice, one bowl of clear fish soup.”
Qing seemed to hear two hallucinations in her ears.
The Blood Cult bastards’ dumbfounded voices.
And the sound of stomachs bursting.
“That, crazy, where did they catch such a crazy bitch, where’s the Vice Leader?”
“About that, the youngest’s corpse is in front of the door…”
The second from the bottom, now the new youngest warrior, reported this fact.
“Is that the issue right now!? What are you doing not bringing him immediately! Go fly over there right now!?”
Fucking bastard. Telling me to call him.
The youngest warrior swallowed his curses and ran out again. But he had no intention of knocking on the door, planning to just stand in front and report when the door opened on its own.
So there was no news from the second youngest either.
“My. How long has it been since I ordered? Is the cook planting rice seedlings? At this rate, I’ll become an old lady.”
“Just, shut up!”
“Ah. So scary. I’m so scared my hands and feet are shaking and my fists might fly out. Wow, look at how my hands are shaking.”
Qing said this and then grabbed the hair of the martial artist with tied arms and slammed his head against the iron bars.
“Ak! Ak! Ak!”
The screams bursting out in time with the thudding sounds were truly fun. Then feeling a cracking sensation, Qing thought “oops” and let go.
The iron bars glistened red in the lamplight.
“Wh-what should we do, the Vice Leader…”
“Damn it! Give her what she wants! Bring it to her!”
And so finally they ended up giving her a satisfactory breakfast.
Qing, who had neatly placed the tray that came through the feeding slot inside the cell, approached the two Blood Cult warriors tied to the iron bars.
“Still, thanks to you I had fun. In your next life, you should live a kind life so you don’t suffer like this.”
Qing’s hand turned black, and bam! The head of the Blood Cult warrior with tied arms was smashed like a watermelon.
The headless corpse slid down the iron bars it was tied to by the arms.
The crippled eunuch guard half-sitting on it shrieked hiiik and squirmed, but couldn’t even scream from the pain in his legs and just gaped his mouth.
“St-stop! You clearly said you’d release the hostages!”
“Did I? I just asked if you wanted your hostages back, didn’t I?”
Qing said this and then squatted down and raised her Black Slaying Demonic Palm high.
The Blood Cult warrior with twisted legs made eye contact with Qing and begged:
“Please, please spare me…”
“Three hundred fifty points.”
“What does that-“
Bam! Similarly, the headless corpse slumped its upper body while its legs were wrapped around the iron bars.
Qing started to wipe her face but stopped her hand, then used the inside of her elbow sleeve to wipe off the foreign substances that had splattered on her face.
“Ah. So refreshing first thing in the morning. You really need to exercise for food to go down well, it’s a bit much right after waking up.”
Then she went to the tray neatly placed inside and started eating breakfast.
Even amidst this, Ximen Surin-style beauty shone through, so the sight of the world’s peerless beauty sitting demurely and eating was truly beautiful.
The Blood Cult warriors could only stare blankly at Qing’s figure.
Dumbfounded, speechless, and pretty at the same time.
Gyeongdamgan appeared just as Qing was almost finished eating.
As soon as he showed his face, he activated the parasite instead of greeting, and Qing, who was about to reach for the last piece of meat she had saved, frowned deeply at the rising alcoholic sensation.
Shit. Even a dog doesn’t bother someone eating.
Qing quickly chewed and swallowed the food in her mouth, then lay on her side and rolled to the opposite side of the tray.
“Aheuheuk…!”
It was a slightly unnatural sight.
Gyeongdamgan was enveloped in a strange sense of discomfort that something was off, but the moan-like groans tickling his ears soon made him miss it.
“Stop, stooop…”
At the pitiful pleading, Gyeongdamgan satisfactorily controlled the parasite to stop spraying poison.
“I hear you caused trouble first thing in the morning? How can a young lady from the orthodox faction have such cruel methods?”
“Don’t you remember I said I’m from a vagabond background? Is grandpa already getting dementia? Wait! Stop the parasite! I said stop. Jeez. Heuuu…”
Qing was getting tired of pretending to be in pain.
Since they say you don’t even scream when you’re really in pain, now I should just bury my face and shake my body without making noise, she thought.
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