Apocalypse Tyrant

“Hyung, where are you going! It’ll get dark soon as the sun sets.”
“Just going to get some fresh air to refresh myself.”
“Eh~ Real refreshment is in here.”

The department junior mischievously smiling with an almost naked body.

Bang Daehwa waved his hand with a bored face and closed the open door.

“Have a good trip~ I’ll tell the professor—”

Thud—!

The junior’s words cut off thanks to the door closing with quite a loud sound.

Bang Daehwa raised his right hand while scanning the 2nd floor of the College of Humanities gradually soaking in darkness.

Wooong—!

A faint ember blooming in his hand.

Bang Daehwa started climbing the stairs attached to the side quietly while holding that flickering light source in his hand.

The barricade full of chairs below coming into his view and someone’s bloodstains still deeply engraved on the wall.

Yeah—

It was much better to see things like this.

Because if he stayed inside anyway, he’d have to face the juniors’ ugly moans and faces he strangely didn’t want to see.

Bang Daehwa deeply furrowed his brows, reminded of his head strangely churning whenever he stayed in there for long.

Every time that happened, he just left his seat alone and visited the rooftop.

Because it became quite alright when he looked at the sky while breathing fresh air.

He knows this dizziness isn’t an illusion thanks to the repeated churning.

He has clear circumstantial evidence of whose doing it is, but—

Bang Daehwa had no intention of showing it or trying to reveal it.

Because he had no leisure or confidence to think of a better situation than now in this situation.

It was certain that this situation was relatively better for them.

Step— step—

Stairs climbed steadily while relying on the flickering ember.

Bang Daehwa looked at the elevator on the 4th floor with no power while looking at the walls blackened and distorted here and there.

And the completely empty store right next to that too.

“……”

He gently opened the rooftop’s iron door while passing by the now too familiar scenery.

Squeak—!

Fresh air wrapping around his nose inhaling vigorously along with the old hinge sound.

Even the quite stinging acrid burning smell in that was sweet.

Thud—!

Bang Daehwa closed the door carelessly and blankly bent his head up while closing his eyes for a moment.

It really felt like he could barely live now.

He quietly stared at the sky already painted black with his mind quite cleared.

Haah—

While deeply exhaling and inhaling again and appreciating the cool scenery given by the rooftop, he quietly turned his footsteps.

The snacks he deliberately left behind instead of sending to the 2nd floor.

He gently bent his waist while looking at one of the snacks now not much remaining.

“…Oh, Swing Chip.”

Pak—!

A rough flash suddenly lighting up his mind while picking up the Swing Chip placed on the chair.

Something swept under Bang Daehwa’s legs involuntarily shaking his body.

Splash—!

Bang Daehwa rolling on the ground with that force without time to resist.

“Keak—!”

Sparks flashed again as if the back of his head hit while rolling on the ground.

His breath choked and nose stung crazily, perhaps due to the impact on his head.

Eyes snapping open rather from the pain continuing in succession without time to react.

“…!”

Thanks to his open eyes, Bang Daehwa could see the gray object already approaching right in front of his nose.

An iron pipe with intense black like tar dried on it.

The iron pipe that had stopped as if about to smash his head right away moved away from him with a sreuruk— sound.

Step— step—

Only then did someone’s footsteps ring very clearly.

Someone who had been right in front of him lying down was quietly distancing themselves.

“……”

It was a man.

An ordinary man wearing a black tracksuit.

But the more he looked at that man, his head strangely churned.

Maybe because of the blood coating shining in the gradually revealing moonlight and flesh pieces stuck to the tracksuit—

Somehow he felt uncomfortable looking at the bastard.

Thud—! Thud—!

The man quietly looking down at him after distancing himself like that.

His dazed mind wakes up at those emotionless eyes and the iron pipe tapping his thigh in a regular beat as if provoking.

If the first emotion he felt was bewilderment, the second was anger.

“You, you fucking bastaaaard—!”

Wooong—!

Bang Daehwa hurriedly sprang up from his spot and stretched out both hands to the bastard.

The magical power pulsing throughout his body answers his will and spews out ability.

Whoosh—!

High-temperature flames spraying in a straight line through his outstretched hands.

Bang Daehwa smiled deeply while seeing the man blocking the flames with his iron pipe like instinct.

Whoosh—!

The flames soon pouncing on the target and spreading widely and—

Tang tang tang tang—!

The bastard’s blunt weapon rolling on the ground.

Zak—!

Then another flash burst in his head again.

“Keak—!”

His eyes widening as if about to tear even while staggering back again.

A stupid expression made by the blue question on his face not grasping the cause and effect.

There was a man picking up the fallen iron pipe and returning to his original position in his view hurriedly looking forward.

Sizzle—!

A sizzling noise heard from his grip.

“……”

Bang Daehwa’s eyeballs trembled as he placed his hand on his throbbing cheek without any words.

That man was just quietly watching him.

“Iiiik—!”

A snarl not refined into words burst out like stubbornness at that composed appearance.

Bang Daehwa stretched out his hand again with bloodshot eyes.

Not both hands this time, but one hand.

High-temperature flames focused only on firepower— to envelop the bastard’s entire range of movement—

Whoosh—!

The man facing the embers spreading— from Bang Daehwa’s right hand stretched out his right hand as if imitating.

Wooong—!

The golden light blooming brilliantly from his hand was slowly approaching while cutting through his flames.

“……”

Zak—!

The man approaching close and striking his cheek again.

This time Bang Daehwa, who had been looking at the ground for a while with his head hit on the cheek, slowly raised his head.

That man was waiting for him at his original position again.

Thud—! Thud—!

His head churns at the rhythm of that iron pipe tapping his thigh.

His cheek beaten severely was already just hot with no sensation.

Bang Daehwa just stretched out both hands again as if by instinct.

Whoosh—!

Desperate embers blooming from his hands.

This time that man slightly stretched out his foot.

Wooong—!

The embers disappearing without a trace at the golden light blooming from his foot.

He withdrew his outstretched foot and gently thrust his shoulder towards the flames.

A gesture examining the tracksuit wrapped in golden light and bizarrely intact.

“……”

Bang Daehwa just stared blankly at the man slowly approaching.

Zak—!

This time he couldn’t get up.

Bang Daehwa stared at the man looking down at him while just slightly raising his head while fallen.

“…I expected it, but seeing fire spewing from hands is really amazing.”

An extremely calm tone as if talking about everyday matters.

Thud—!

He nonchalantly crushed his body.

A heavy weight felt on his chest.

“…Looks like you mainly allocated Intelligence—”

A low whisper flowing in from point-blank range impossible to avoid.

“Flame? Fire-type ability user.”

He saw the man slowly pulling back his right hand as he murmured about himself.

Zak—!

And his face suddenly whipped— around at once.

He opened his mouth while feeling his cheek sensation now almost numb and just unbearably hot.

“Keheuk—!”

Red-stained saliva splashes on the rooftop floor as if his mouth burst.

Zak—! Zak—! Zak—! Zak—!

However, as if that didn’t matter at all, the palm mercilessly striking his cheek.

Bang Daehwa’s opposite cheek pressed the ground several times without time to raise his head again.

“Keheuk—! Keureuk—! Keuk—!”

His body reacted before his thoughts at the too severe pain.

His head moving back and forth unsightly trying to somehow avoid the palm and legs shaking desperately.

Wooong—!

His ability hurriedly popping out to protect himself.

Whoosh—!

The flames sprayed from his hand while fallen had no effect on the man crushing his body.

“…Eueuh—!”

The man’s palm finally stopped, perhaps thanks to the resistance.

He asked while watching the golden light dyeing his entire body slowly fade.

“Name.”
“Keureuk—! Twe—! Ba-Bang Daehwa.”

His own name barely uttered while spitting out blood filling his mouth like overflowing.

The man waiting for his words while tilting his head swung his hand again.

Zak—!

“Name.”

And asking the same question.

“Ba-Bang Daehwa! It’s Bang Daehwa!”

Zak—!

“Name.”

However, his question continued like a repeat sign.

Bang Daehwa now felt absolutely no sensation in his cheeks.

Just the blood constantly pooling in his mouth only informed him the situation wasn’t very good.

“Name.”

His words asking again along with white light spreading in his mind like a flash.

Bang Daehwa desperately shook his legs with a crazy feeling and shouted.

“It’s Bang Daehwa, you fucking crazy bastaaaard—! Stop nowww—! It hurts—! It fucking hurts, you fuuuuck—!”

Cough— cough— twe—!

A small blood puddle clearly visible to the head turned to spit out blood by now.

Zak—!

And the palm swung again made his face plunge into that puddle.

“Name.”

The acrid taste of blood touching his lips already half numb and hot liquid filling his nostrils.

“Name.”

Tears involuntarily welled up at that question now driving him crazy.

The blurry image of a large palm coming into view after barely turning his head again.

He just tightly closed his eyes while looking at that grip pulled back to strike him again.

“Eueuuuuh—!”

A groan leaking out without realizing and thick tears flowing down the side of his face.

Bang Daehwa just trembling violently moved his numb lips while shaking more intensely at the flash still not sparking.

“Ple-pleeeease—”
“Name.”
“Please— really please— It’s Bang Daehwa. It’s Bang Daehwa. It’s really Bang Daehwa, not a lie. My name is unusual so I really can’t lie— Please really—”

Drip—! Drip—!

Thick tears falling countless times from his eyes as if expressing his pitiful feelings.

The man withdrew his outstretched hand for the first time and asked him.

“If you’re an ability user, you must have killed zombies too.”
“Ye-yes I’ve killed them—! Points—! Yo-you’re the same right—?! Po-points I mean—”
“Then have you killed other ability users?”
“…Huh?”

Bang Daehwa’s mouth stopped while desperately answering the calmly continuing questions.

The man quietly looking down at Bang Daehwa only able to stupidly ask back at the question stretched his hand back again.

“I haven’t killed one yet either.”
“……”

His breath caught at the man’s laughter not fitting this situation at all.

His hand rising straight up like a guillotine.

The man’s whisper came again to Bang Daehwa only able to open his eyes wider.

You know—

“You know too? Why I’m scaring you like this.”

I could have killed you right away if I had just struck your head with the iron pipe at the very beginning.

“You know too. What I’m going to ask next.”

Tears welled up again while listening to his gentle voice.

Bang Daehwa just desperately shook his head and shed thick tears at his question.

“Euh— eueuuuuh—!”

The man’s grip giving a slight recoil to swing towards him again.

Bang Daehwa shook his entire body and let out a groaning scream through his swollen mouth.

Tuk—!

His grip firmly— grasping Bang Daehwa’s mouth like that.

“Home.”

The string of reason already frayed to the limit.

His cheeks too hot and already swelling up.

The sticky blood constantly wrapping around his tongue and tears fully pooled in his ear canal already fallen.

Even amid that, the man’s voice rang very clearly.

His own terrified face is reflected in the man’s pupils unavoidably met.

“Where’s your home?”

Plunder.