A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 190



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Episode 190. Avoiding Eyes

On the way, I heard from an old man about a group called Black Arachne.

They were a group of ten trash people, and each and every one of them seemed to be strong enough to use mana.

It was almost certain that he would display incredible strength or speed that could not be achieved without using mana.

After finally curing a dying person, he came back with his comrades and started harassing the villagers.

It’s not just the demons that harass the helpless civilians.

People also bully other people.

In fact, it could be said that people are much more professional and malicious when it comes to bullying.

The devil is just busy eating.

Well… this is something that just makes me sigh.

Even though they may not be able to gather their strength to catch and kill the demons, they can still use that small amount of strength to harass other people.

There are too many people to kill.

If we continue to look after each person’s circumstances, only more innocent people will die.

When dealing with villains, you must be ruthless.

I carried the old man on my back and ran with Shushuruta, following the old man’s instructions.

After hearing the circumstances, I decided that it wouldn’t be a problem if another person died on the way, so I increased my speed.

How far did you run to the southeast?

We discovered a small village located near the foot of a low mountain.

“Is it over there?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The old man ran quickly and answered, panting as if out of breath. It seemed that just being carried had drained his energy, as he was getting older.

I unfolded my helmet, looked around, and then let the old man down.

There is still quite a distance to the village.

I spoke to the old man, who was catching his breath.

“Please wait here, I’ll take a look and come back.”

The old man waved his hand.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. And they have black spiders drawn on their necks, so you can tell them apart.”

“Who is the leader among them?”

“He’s a beastly man with hair that looks like it’s been grown out of order. You’ll recognize him as soon as you see him because his eyes are different.”

“Your eyes look different?”

“Yes. What should I say… Even when I glanced at him, his eyes looked like he wasn’t in his right mind. I was so scared that I didn’t dare look him in the eye.”

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

Eye contact reflects one’s mental state.

It seemed like he was pretty crazy.

Well, only a crazy person would repay the village that saved his comrades with enmity.

Shushuruta snorted.

“I met you today, my lord. I have never seen anyone with a more dangerous gaze than Ashvan.”

“Hey, that’s not bragging.”

After saying something to Shushuruta who was showing off his strange pride, I asked him again.

“Anything else unusual?”

“There is a large scar running diagonally from the neck to the chest. We are the ones who treated that scar, so we know it better than anyone else.”

“… … The guy who treated your wounds was the leader?”

The old man nodded his head solemnly.

“Yes. Our villagers have been treating him with sincerity for months, so it is truly bitter to see this happen.”

I let out a short sigh.

I too had a near-death experience.

The Hans family treated me.

Having received the grace of life, I risked my life and threw myself into the storm to save Hans’ family.

What was received was similar, but what was returned was completely different.

Good intentions don’t always lead to good results.

It was a bitter truth.

The old man exhaled, leaning back against the tree.

“There are few demons around here. Don’t worry about me and go.”

I nodded.

“then.”

I left the old man behind and walked towards the village.

For a moment, Blake’s old king’s words came to mind.

“The red-eyed judge will come.”

I don’t know why those words come to mind now.

‘This isn’t a judgment call.’

It is not a judgment to punish evil, but a simple request.

To do a favor in return for payment.

The only request is to take care of the trash.

“The Red-Eyed Judge will descend from on high. In one hand he will carry a broken longsword that will consume everything, and in the other he will carry a dagger that will serve as a key.”

This is just a request, and I am just an ordinary mercenary, not a judge or anything like that.

“The moment the Judge overcomes all trials, a new Lord of the Throne will come.”

Throw it away. I don’t know anything about that kind of thing.

“He who stands alone. He who awakens alone… … .”

Words I didn’t even know the meaning of kept buzzing and echoing in my ears.

The world began to turn red.

[Disciple.]

The soft voice of the Heavenly Horse chased away the auditory hallucination.

“Yes, Master.”

[Don’t be swayed.]

“… … .”

[Don’t try to look far ahead, but focus on what’s in front of you. The more you look at things far away that you can’t even see, the more blurry your vision becomes.]

“… … .”

[Do what you have to do.]

The coin’s infatuation has subsided.

The boiling emotions and the redness around his eyes subsided.

That bastard Simmaran was now coming in and out of my house without warning, as if he was coming in and out of my house whenever he had a chance.

I paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked to the side.

Shushuruta was looking at me.

“Are you okay?”

“It can’t get any better than this.”

“It looks like the condition is particularly bad.”

… … In places like this, you have to be quick-witted.

I changed the subject.

“Can you hear something?”

Shushuruta frowned.

“That sounds disgusting.”

“which?”

“It seems like he mainly harasses women.”

“hmm.”

That’s what all bad guys do. It was obvious.

But it’s not something you can just barge in on.

Because you might take the townspeople hostage.

The request is to eliminate the gangsters and rescue the villagers.

The emphasis here is on rescue.

Their safety had to be the top priority.

Just because you have high fighting prowess doesn’t mean you’ll be a great mercenary.

Because there are many times when you have to consider various situations like this.

Night comes quickly in the mountains.

Because the distance we had run was not short, the sun had just set and dusk was spreading across the western sky.

He said, watching the darkness fall in an instant.

“Night is coming. Let’s handle this quickly.”

Shushuruta nodded and said something unexpected.

“Ashvan. I have information about your companions.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll finish it quickly and let you know.”

“Let’s do that.”

I made eye contact with Shushuruta for a moment, then approached the village, hiding in the thick shadows without making a sound.

* * *

A town shrouded in darkness.

A woman’s screams and moans were mixed together and coming from a building.

A man who was listening to the sound outside said,

“Do you hear that? It’s a very beautiful sound.”

He was a man who looked like a beast.

His hair grew out in clumps like the mane of a wild beast, and the light in his eyes twinkled even in the darkness.

The heavily built man had a black spider mark drawn on his neck.

Although a large scar emerged from the chest, cutting the spider in half.

“Ugh… … .”

The man he was holding was covered in blood, and there was no sign of a wound because he had been squeezed so hard.

The man raised the corners of his mouth as he looked at the man.

“Why are you attacking me like that? If you had just stayed quiet and crouched like a bug, this wouldn’t have happened. Right? Are you that upset that your wife was taken from you?”

“Please, stop… … .”

The man’s eyes, which had once been filled with anger, were now filled with only fear.

The man slowly leaned over to the man and began sniffing him.

“Haa… It smells. It smells. It’s the smell of fear. This is it. I love this smell.”

The man could only remain still and tremble as the beast-like man continued to sniff around.

Because if not, I don’t know what will happen to me.

Other men holding torches nearby snickered.

Each of them had a black spider drawn on their neck.

“Captain. That guy is going to piss himself.”

“Our leader is scary, isn’t he?”

“I hate to say this, but I’m telling you, our leader is a real idiot.”

At this moment, a man suddenly stood up.

“I saved you from death, how could you do this! Are you really a human?”

Bam.

The man whose neck had been grabbed by the captain fell to the floor helplessly, groaning.

The leader of the Black Arachne raised his head and looked at the man who had bravely criticized him.

His hands were tied behind his back, but his mouth was free.

“Are you really not afraid of the heavens? Ketel is watching over everything.”

The corners of the beast-like man’s mouth curved into a curve.

He looked like he had found a fun toy.

He waved his hand.

“Bring it.”

The men dragged the man away, giggling.

The man had his hands tied behind his back and looked like he had been beaten several times, but he still stubbornly criticized the leader of the Black Arachne.

“When you were lying in the mountains, the villagers took turns nursing you through the night. Even in the dark, they went into the mountains with torches and gathered all kinds of herbs. Is this all they got in return?”

The leader of the Black Arachne snickered and said.

“You. What’s your name?”

The man answered with his eyes wide open.

“Billy.”

“Billy.”

puck!

“Cough!”

Billy’s back broke after being hit in the stomach without realizing it.

“Nice to meet you. I am Bakkar of Black Arachne.”

Bakar said, watching Billy croaking.

“People call me the crazy spider Bakar. Do you know why?”

“Ugh… gasp… .”

“I asked. You have to answer.”

puck!

Billy rolled around.

“Do you know how spiders hunt?”

“Ugh… … .”

“Spiders set traps. Webs, you know. And when they catch their prey… slap! They come and wrap it all up in their webs. They tie it up tight. They can’t escape. No one can steal my prey.”

Bakar got up from his seat and slowly approached the fallen Billy.

“And… slowly, slowly, very slowly, you suck out that sweet fluid.”

Bakar, crouching down in front of him, whispered in Billy’s ear.

“You are caught in my web.”

Bakar said, slowly stroking Billy’s head.

“Why. You don’t like my hunting style? You wanted a reward for treating me? Here, the reward. Okay? It’s my kind of goodwill… Why, you don’t like it?”

“You crazy… kid… … .”

Bakar smiled brightly.

“That’s right. I’m the crazy spider Bakar.”

Bakar, who got up from the road, looked down at Billy.

“But you know.”

Suddenly his expression became distorted.

A sharp kick landed on Billy.

puck!

“Ugh!”

“Why! Are you coming out! Are you a fucking XX?”

Bakar trampled Billy as he fell.

“Who told you to open your mouth? Who told you to preach?”

The subordinates chuckled and shook their heads.

“He’s our captain, but he’s a real madman.”

“When I think about meeting an enemy… oh my, just thinking about it is terrifying.”

“Captain! Take it easy. If you do, you’ll die. Oh, is that what you were aiming for?”

The lame joke caused laughter.

Bakar burst into laughter with his men, humming a crude tune.

“Billy. Our brave Billy. Righteous Billy who stood up for his friend. But what can we do? The price for such temerity is death.”

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Bakar beat Billy so hard that he fell to one knee.

“Is he dead? He shouldn’t be dead yet.”

Bakar grabbed the fallen Billy by the hair and gestured to one of his men.

As his men brought the torch closer, Bakkar studied Billy’s expression.

And then he smiled with satisfaction.

“Yeah… that’s it. Those eyes.”

“… … .”

“These guys who used to act so cocky become really kind-hearted after I destroy them. I like seeing their kind-hearted eyes. Really. It’s fun to compare.”

Bakar grabbed Billy’s hair and made him look at him.

“Why? Why don’t you glare at me and talk like you did before?”

“… … .”

Billy averted his eyes.

Shiver.

His body was shaking slightly.

“Oh, devil.”

Bakar smiled at him, as if he was very happy.

“Hehe… Do I look like a devil to you?”

That was when.

The subordinate holding the torch suddenly fell down without a sound.

Naturally, the torch he was holding fell to the floor.

“what?”

Bakar let go of Billy, who he was holding, and then frowned and spoke to his subordinate.

“Why all of a sudden?”

The moment he said that and looked at his subordinates.

Bakar’s eyes widened.

The subordinate had already stopped breathing.

“… … !”

Bakar’s pupils dilated and his senses became very sensitive.

Now that I think about it, the screams and groans I’ve been hearing have stopped at some point.

It was quiet.

At that moment, a strong wind suddenly blew and extinguished the torch that was rolling on the ground.

Under the faint moonlight, Bakar slowly got up from his seat and looked around.

All the torches that had been lighting up the surroundings had gone out, and the subordinates who had been laughing along with me had all fallen to the floor.

As expected, he was out of breath.

‘When on earth?’

It wasn’t far away, it was right nearby.

But I didn’t notice.

It didn’t feel real. It felt like a dream.

Did a ghost visit?

Bakar spoke softly, picking up the weapon he had leaned against beside him.

“… …Who are you?”

A whistle was heard.

The sound of the whistle heard in the silence was terribly eerie.

In the distance, a man was walking slowly under the faint moonlight.

He had a sword slung over his shoulder, a silver sword broken in half that sparkled and reflected moonlight as he walked.

Bakar watched him and slowly drew his sword.

“You don’t seem like a knight. Are you a mercenary? A bounty hunter?”

There was no answer in return.

The man just walked towards me with a creepy whistle.

Bakar felt sweat forming on the hand holding his sword.

“Stop!”

He stopped.

It wasn’t too far, but it wasn’t too close either.

Bakar tried to see his face, but the distance was not close and the torches were all out, so it was dark and he couldn’t see his face.

Just then, clouds obscured the moonlight.

As darkness fell, something grew brighter.

Our gazes met with bloodshot eyes that flashed in the darkness.

“… … !”

A feeling of coldness throughout the body.

The red-eyed man said.

“What are you looking at?”

Bakar averted his eyes without realizing it.

The Thousand Horses Are Stuffed in My Head Episode 191