Chapter 214
The New Kyo
"P-Please...
I beg you... Just kill me..."
The voice came out distorted and broken,
Closer to the whimper of a dying animal than the voice of a human.
The man's body trembled before Son Jo-Woo's eyes—
A body that no longer showed any sign of life.
His eyes had become glassy,
Empty...
As though his soul had left him long ago.
The color had drained completely from his body, leaving it devoid of warmth.
His tongue had been torn apart from screaming so much.
His teeth had shattered.
His jaw trembled without end.
Son Jo-Woo continued using
Hell Drain
For only three minutes.
But to the man...
He had lived through three entire years of torment.
In the end,
The hatred surrounding Son Jo-Woo slowly began to fade,
A clear sign that Cain had finally calmed down.
He stopped the technique.
At that very moment,
Blood burst from the man's mouth and eyes,
And he collapsed without moving.
| Arthur |
"I'm fine... I'm fine... Don't worry."
But Cain knew the truth.
Son Jo-Woo was not fine.
Only moments earlier,
He had completed the fusion of the Private Space Cloak with his body.
The unbearable pain had nearly shattered his consciousness.
Then he came out to find
Astaroth severely wounded,
And Kyo missing an arm.
On top of that...
He had felt Cain's hatred,
His pain,
And his rage.
The greatest problem—
Was the Hell Drain technique.
Despite its terrifying power,
It required:
A stable mind,
An enormous amount of magical energy,
And a sturdy body capable of enduring collapse.
It worked on the weak at a high cost.
It also worked on the strong...
But at an even more horrifying price.
And Son Jo-Woo—
Was in a mentally unstable state,
Because of Astaroth's injury
And because of Cain's hatred.
His magical energy was low
Immediately after the fusion process.
His body was strong...
But it still did not meet the technique's requirements.
Even so—
He did it.
Not for himself.
But solely for Cain.
He used the technique
And maintained it for three full minutes,
Until Cain's anger subsided
And his hatred settled.
Cain knew—
If Son Jo-Woo had wanted,
He could have captured them alive,
Tortured them intelligently,
And prolonged their suffering...
Especially for what they had done to Astaroth.
But he didn't.
Instead,
He used the worst technique he possessed,
Only
To ease Cain's resentment.
| Arthur... I truly— |
"Don't you dare, you bastard!
That damned fool hurt Astaroth!
How could I possibly stay silent?!"
Son Jo-Woo wiped the blood from his mouth,
And a small, weary smile appeared on his face.
A few moments later,
He gathered his strength and stood up.
He looked at Kai No.
He was dead.
He had died
Covered in his own urine and filth,
From the sheer terror
That Son Jo-Woo had planted within him.
He let out a quiet sigh,
Then swept his gaze across the hall.
Every one of Kai No's men...
Was dead.
"M... Master..."
"Speak."
"I apologize...
You told me to run away if the situation became dangerous...
But because of my ignorance...
Astaroth was injured."
Son Jo-Woo looked at Kyo.
He was still holding the potion,
He had not drunk it yet.
His hand...
Was still nothing but a complete skeleton.
'Has he started feeling guilty?
Didn't I tell him to shut off his emotions?'
| That's the effect of the pill. |
'What do you mean?'
| The pill that was used to enslave him places him under your complete command... and has another effect. |
| It purifies the soul...
Of both evil...
And goodness. |
'Huh?!'
| Simply put...
Because of you, he became like this. |
| If you had treated him cruelly,
Beaten him,
And tortured him,
He would have become a cold and closed-off person. |
| But you didn't. |
| You trained him,
Fed him,
And completely changed his appearance. |
| His soul...
Changed. |
| He became unbelievably loyal
And devoted. |
'I never got the chance to torture him.
It's not like I didn't want to.
Well... I suppose that's a good thing.
At least,
It wasn't just his appearance that changed...
Even his soul changed.
Wait...
Does that mean if I ordered him to open his emotions,
Nothing would happen?'
| Correct.
Huangbo no longer exists...
There is only Kyo. |
Son Jo-Woo sighed in frustration.
'Damn...
I didn't torture him enough.'
| Arthur |
'I know... I know...
Alright.'
Son Jo-Woo cleared his throat.
"Kyo...
This isn't your fault.
Drink the potion now,
Clean up this place,
Bring me the corpses,
And check that bag."
Kyo's eyes shone
With pure, sincere light.
"Yes, Master."
He swallowed the potion.
In an instant,
His hand returned to normal—
Completely restored,
As though nothing had ever happened.
He and the skeletons moved
At terrifying speed.
The corpses disappeared.
The area was cleaned.
Nothing remained except
The destroyed ceiling...
And the black bag.
"Kyo,
Take the corpses to the storage room
(The house storage room, not the system storage).
Feed some of them to Astaroth
So he can recover faster.
And take this as well."
Son Jo-Woo tossed him a blood-red scroll.
Written upon it were the words:
| Blood Demon Technique |
"Learn it."
"Thank you, Master...
I will never disappoint you."
Kyo moved,
Carrying the corpses along with Astaroth,
And left.
Son Jo-Woo remained
Alone in the hall.
He looked around,
Then snapped his fingers.
The skeletons vanished
And merged into the darkness surrounding his body.
"The fusion...
Really is something amazing."
He smiled with genuine happiness.
In the past,
He had been forced to wear the Private Space Cloak
To summon his soldiers...
And put it on again to hide them.
Now?
One snap of his fingers.
And it was done.
"Alright...
Let's see what's inside the bag."
He calmly walked toward it—
Then stopped.
The bag...
Moved slowly.
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