Chapter 532 – Nightmare.

A question arises.

Did we not actually kill this dog bastard?

That must be why we escaped from that space.

And as I digest that question, more questions multiply.

Since when did this dog bastard cling to my body?

In the midst of that, can my heart feel nothing at all?

As if it had always been a part of me, or had already become one with my heart.

Moreover, has it become quite difficult to speak at some point?

Why does my body use an overload I never intended?

I knew nothing at all.

Why?

Damn it?

How come?

Still, I decided to set aside the questions for now and take other actions.

For some reason, since this foreign substance is attached to my body.

I will somehow remove it and completely end this once and for all.

But it was impossible.

– “Didn’t I tell you before?!”

“What… the hell have you done…?!”

My body didn’t move an inch as I wanted it to.

– “Even if this body!!!”

“What… did you do…!!!”

My body, which had been moving just fine until a moment ago, felt no longer mine.

Now that I looked, thin tentacles originating from that face were spreading all over my body.

From halfway up my neck and above, the ominous black tentacles densely covered the entirety of my body.

Anyone who saw would likely misunderstand that I was infected by this dog bastard.

– “Even if I have to give up everything!!!”

“Answer me… you fuckin’ piece of shit…!!!”

It was likely because of that thing that my body wouldn’t move as I wanted.

– “I swear I’ll kill all of you!!!”

“Answer me… you dog bastard…!!!”

Only then did I start to kind of understand.

How we managed to escape the space called the realm of the gods.

What that face clinging to my torso in the pre-regression future was.

Suddenly, why my body could no longer move as I wanted.

For what reason did I point a blade at those gathered there?

Why did those who were stronger than me end up dead in my hands?

First of all, it was simple to escape the god’s realm.

This relies on the premise that what Piece said earlier was true.

At that time, Piece said that to get out of there, you had to either completely kill the owner of the space.

Or the owner of the space has to abandon the very existence of being a god.

This dog bastard seemed to lean more toward the latter.

Considering it just stated it would give up anything, that assumption gained more credibility.

It was quite miraculous that such a choice was made purely out of the desire for vengeance against us.

It was unlikely to obtain anything like regression again after falling from godhood.

At the same time, this also explains the events of the pre-regression future.

I had wondered why I attacked those present in the future before the regression.

Back then and even now, that dog bastard is still clinging to my heart.

And those tentacles emerging from that face had spread throughout my body.

In other words, it meant the control of my body belongs to this dog bastard, not me.

There was virtually no difference from possession.

Thanks to that, the overload I didn’t wish to use was triggered by this dog bastard.

However, while I seemed completely entranced in the pre-regression future.

Now, unlike back then, my mind was struggling with the dissonance with my body.

It likely was because the range of the tentacles hadn’t invaded my head.

Whether things got tangled up beyond recognition or if it was simply due to lacking sufficient power, I didn’t know.

Moreover, I could somewhat understand why I ended up killing all the strong ones in the pre-regression future.

Especially in this state of using overload, not counting the backlash that would come afterward.

I could unleash overwhelming power unbefitting of the moment for a short period.

And if those who were there were as exhausted as my current companions, I could certainly handle them.

No matter how much of a hunter they are, if they’re dead tired, they’re not much different from regular people.

But what’s important right now is not just that kind of explanation.

It was the fact that an unprecedented situation had arisen.

Only then did the heroines realize the anomaly that had occurred to me.

“Shinwoo…?”

“Husband! What’s wrong!!!”

“My lord! What on earth is that!”

“Is something strange clinging to Shinwoo?!”

Immediately, they each reach out with blood-soaked hands.

“What did that dog bastard do to Shinwoo!!!”

“Whatever it is, tear it apart quickly!!!”

“I cannot allow any NTR! Get away from my lord!!”

“Where the hell do you think you’re clinging onto?!”

To rip off that twisted face of the dog bastard attached to my heart.

– “Did you not hear me swear I’d kill all of you!!!”

“Stop, you dog shit…!!!”

But before their hands could touch, my body quickly moved and rejected their touches.

Swiping them away with my hands.

Pushing them off with my elbows.

Shoving them aside with my shoulders.

Even knocking them back with my knees.

I don’t know if it’s because they were already badly injured and slower than usual.

Or if they were completely exhausted from using up all their magical power.

Or maybe it’s just that I’m temporarily fine due to the overload.

Regardless, because of whatever reason, all their attempts returned in vain.

– “Did you think it was possible?!”

“Don’t…! Fuck…!”

And yet, they continued to rush in to save me.

“Shinwoo, I’ll save you…”

“Husband, just hold on! I’ll resolve this soon!”

“There might be some pain, but please understand!!!”

“I’m not accepting any married guys!!!”

Each time they did, my arms and legs struck even more mercilessly.

The techniques I honed to take down others.

I used them against no one but them.

And eventually, I managed to bring them down to the ground.

– “I can’t believe I lost to such bug trash…”

“Just… stop… you fuckin’ bastard…!”

I genuinely felt like shit.

I thought it was all over, and yet this situation arises.

That my body no longer recognizes its original owner and follows another guy.

That I have to listen to my body screaming in pain.

But.

More than anything.

I felt so sorry.

I had made them suffer, and yet.

Without being able to stroke and hug them with all my might.

That the only reward I give in return had to be violence was truly frustrating.

I felt incredibly wronged.

I wanted to live as long as possible with the reduced lifespan I had.

But the reality of throwing away that precious lifespan like this.

I didn’t have enough time to spend it with them as it was.

It was too painful.

The sight of them, collapsing powerless due to the violence I wielded.

The brutal, horrifying sensations vividly felt at my fingertips and toes.

The more I felt that sensation that wasn’t even mine yet felt like it was mine.

And it was utterly disgusting.

Not being able to do anything.

Submitting my body weakly.

That pathetic me.

Even if I tried holding my breath, it still breathed of its own accord.

I could barely speak, but I couldn’t even bite my tongue.

Is it because of fear of dying that it won’t grant me even that?

Now, I loathed myself beyond disgust.

The only thing permitted to me now.

Was to weep disgracefully, mixing tears with blood from my eyes.

And continue begging my unresponsive body.

If there’s a living hell, isn’t this it?

I felt like I was going crazy with guilt toward them.

I wanted to bear their pain in my stead.

If it meant hurting them, I wanted to just die.

I never struggled this far just to hurt them.

I wouldn’t mind going through the countless regressions again.

I’d be fine with enduring even more pain than I had before.

Living my whole life with a disability, or even losing my sanity.

No, I wouldn’t mind just dying in a miserable way.

I prayed, anyone, please end this moment.

– “I’ll kill every last one of you!!!”

“Stop…..!!!”

Yet contrary to my prayers, the situation plunged into the worst.

Those cursed arms, moving erratically.

Suddenly, they reached toward the fallen heroines.

Gathering starlight in their palms with everything they had.

– “First, I’ll take care of you!!!”

“Stop… it…!”

The starlight that brightly illuminated our path and devoured the darkness.

It began to reveal its luminous fangs once more.

Only this time, it was aimed at my precious people.

To conclude the story’s final moments with the worst ending.

To tell everyone that the destined future cannot be changed.

To completely sever the path that had been.

To snuff out the stars that were them.

– “Die!!!!!!!!!”

“Stop it, you son of a bitch!!!”

A nightmare.

So many people I could hardly count with my hands.

And even my precious ones I directly killed with my own hands.

I thought I had completely escaped, feeling relieved in my heart.

It was something I didn’t want to think about again, didn’t want to think of anymore.

That horrific nightmare was trying to be reenacted right here and now.

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