Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 4)

Chapter 763: To The End (22)

The first thing I was worried about when I saw the future was whether Kim Hyunsung could harm me. I even made several assumptions on my own. If he couldn't stab me, I had to make him.

I was prepared to try everything, from revealing that Lee Kiyoung was really the masked hero to the situation in which I acted as the masked trash Lee Kiyoung in the first timeline. I even picked up a list of lines that could stimulate Kim Hyunsung.

They weren't just stimulating lines. They were lines that depreciated Kim Hyunsung in the first round, and insulted even his fellow adventurers.

It was a shame that I couldn't take it out, but...

I believed I was in a situation where I had to worry about other kinds of things.

It wasn't just about getting stabbed in the stomach and dying. Kim Hyunsung thought that he should kill Lee Kiyoung in the most terrible way possible. He kept thinking of cutting off my limbs in all sorts of insulting ways.

I even began to wonder if the bastard was too experimental.

'You can work as a heresy inquisitor... I'm not used to you like this.'

It was scary, not because Kim Hyunsung held my neck but because the hostility that transcended humans coming out of him was taking away my breath.

If Kim Hyunsung strengthened his grip, my delicate neck would break in an instant. No, it wouldn't only break. It would shatter, almost as easy as crushing tofu with his hand.

I noticed Kim Hyunsung was being careful, however. He was trying to subside his anger as much as possible. He would be trying hard not to accidentally put strength into his hands.

It didn't take long before I realized that he wasn't Kim Hyunsung, which I was thinking of so far.

"Fucking trash bastard. Do you know how long I've waited for this day?"

"Ke... Keck..."

"Disgusting bastard."

In the meantime, although I could see the limit of insulting language that he could say...

Crack.

"Ke... Kehek... Ugh..."

I felt a pain in my arm that momentarily made me stop breathing.

'Fuck... Fuck. Fuck... Really.'

I watched him smile.

'Motherfucker. Son of a bitch. Really... Really... You really hit me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'

Of course, I knew he should do that, but I suddenly started to feel sad about my situation.

'Guys, this bastard really hit me. Fuck.'

My legs were already numb, and my arms were worn out. It was difficult to think normally because of the tremendous pain.

I thought I was sane because of my high intelligence stat, but I honestly didn't know if I could get used to the agony. It was so different from Kim Hyunsung that I thought that it was unfair.

When I ran out of breath and reached my limit, I felt him let go of my neck. Naturally, my body rolled on the ground, and I grabbed my broken arm.

It was simply that painful. If I had the anesthetic potion, I could afford a little pain, but there was no such thing.

Not only was my whole body coated with sweat, but my breathing itself was abnormal. Tears kept filling up in my eyes, and I felt like a groan would come out as soon as I opened my mouth.

'Fuck. Crazy, mean bastard. He should be punished. Fuck. Fuck... Damn bastard. I'm really going to take revenge.'

"At least, try to make an excuse for yourself."