The World Turned into a Game After I Woke up
The World Turned into a Game After I Woke up - Chapter 35: Hyungjae Loans, Part IV

Chapter 35: Chapter 34: Hyungjae Loans, Part III

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Editor’s remarks: Yessir, them loans were taken out properly, they were. The paperwork is ALL in order…

Translator: HunterW

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“I won’t repeat myself, so listen carefully. I’m about to send that Oh Hyungjae guy in there to the gates of Hell. If you don’t want to follow him, then you better come up with ten reasons why I should spare. If you can’t, well, I’ll leave that to your imagination.”

The level of violence used when fighting against monsters and humans was obviously different. Monsters came into this world differently than humans, and when you killed monsters, they gave you experience and drop items for you to pick up. In other words, you were supposed to go all out on monsters. But you can’t, and really shouldn’t, against humans.

This was the first time I really wanted to go all out against mortal humans. I had never done this to anyone before or after my return to the past.

“I am your judge, jury, and executioner.”

I had no thought of becoming some sort of superhero that set out to protect society and the weak. Still, since there was trash in front of me and it wasn’t going to require much effort to clean up said trash, wsn’t it be my duty to do so? That was how I felt about Oh Hyungjae right now.

He wasn’t even recyclable.

“Save…save me, please!”

“Kyaahh!” As I was staring down at the manager, the woman employee had come in with the coffee and dropped the tray as soon as she saw what was going on.

“What the hell is going on out there!?” Oh Hyungjae opened his door after hearing the screams of Manager Kim and the woman, and came out with his lackey.

Because of his demonic reputation, I recognized his face instantly. It was the exact same face I remembered.

“Good to see you, Oh Hyungjae.”

“Who the hell are you? Do you know me? Who the hell do you think you are to be raising Hell in my office?”

“Me? Gee, I wonder. I might be a deva in need of some cash.” I raised my left wrist to show him that my token of knowledge was gone.

“Oh my…this world has really gone to shit! There are so many shitheads crawling around now. Fine! Say you’re a deva. You think you got some balls now that you can’t die?

“You little shit, where do you think you are to just come barging in like this? You think you’re something now that you’re a deva? I just found out that there’s nothing special about you devas besides not being able to die. Do you have any idea how many devas I’ve killed?” said Sledge confidently.

“Don’t you know that devas feel pain too? Do you want to be tortured endlessly for a month? A year?”

“HAH!” I could only laugh at Oh Hyungjae’s and his lackey’s threats. It was all so amusing. They only went up against level 0 devas.

Right now I was as strong as twenty devas; I was probably as strong as I was before I jumped in the Sea of Reset.

Right then, something crashed behind me.

“Move! Get out of the way!”

“Boss! Are you alright?”

I thought it was the woman making a break for it, but she must have called Oh Hyungjae’s lackeys and soon, eleven of them piled into the room.

“Are you here to die, you shit?”

“Who sent you here? You better tell me while I’m asking nicely.”

“Where do you think you are, you punkass?”

Three lean and fit looking lackeys came forward, each drawing a sashimi knife.

“Boss! Should we bury this punk right now?”

“This guy’s a deva, so there’s no point in trying to bury him. Just beat him to a pulp. And take Manager Kim…oh boy. Hurry and take him to the hospital,” Oh Hyungjae replied casually, as if he was ordering a burger. He went back into his office and sat down on his leather chair, propping his legs up on the desk. He was acting as if this situation was taken care of.

“Oh ho. So this guy’s a deva, huh?”

“You think we haven’t dealt with devas yet? You might be immortal, but you’re all still the same.”

“You picked the wrong place to mess with.”

The three sashimi-wielding lackeys scoffed at me and lurked forward.

The rest of the lackeys thought that the situation was handled and hurried over to the manager while one began cleaning up the room.

Oh Hyungjae was comfortably leaning back and watching what was going on.

“Die!”

The very front lackey gripped his knife in his right hand and stabbed at my thigh.

I knew that if I let him stab me I wasn’t going to take much damage, but I didn’t want my clothes to get torn. I reached out with my hand and grabbed the knife by the blade.

“You ought to be using this on fish. Why are you carrying it around? Are you trying to become a sushi chef?” I squeezed the blade and the metal protested as it folded on itself.

“!!!”

“!!!”

At that moment, the lackey trying to move the manager and clean things up had dumbfounded looks on their faces.

“What…in the world are you?” my attacker could only mutter. He just saw me stop his knife with my bare hand and break the blade without as much as a scratch.

“How many times do I need to tell you all? I’m just a deva who needs some cash.”

I stomped on the confused lackey’s knee the same way I did to Manager Kim. I was rewarded with the sound of bones breaking.

“Gahhh!”

This time, rather than the knee bending the other way like Manager Kim’s, the lackey’s shin bone pierced outside of the leg and he began bleeding profusely.

“Ahhhh! My…my leg!”

“Sungchul!”

“Sungchul! Bro!”

The other lackeys broke out of their stupor when the Sungchul guy cried out in pain and called out to him.

“You piece of shit, you must really want to die!”

“What the hell is up with this guy?”

“What kind of shit are you up to?”

The lackeys that were tending to the manager left him and came to surround me. They were obviously still confident in their numbers.

“Attack him at the same time!” Oh Hyungjae shouted at his lackeys, sensing it wasn’t going the way he expected.

“Die, you piece of shit!”

“I don’t know what kind of shit you pulled, but you’re dead, you son of a bitch!”

The rest of the lackeys rushed at me at once, but I didn’t feel afraid or threatened.

It was like they were moths, and I was the fire drawing them to their deaths.

“This is fine, too. I don’t have much time, so let’s finish this quick.”

These mortals were probably weaker than the orcs of the Bukhan Mountain dungeon.

“Ah! My hand!”

“My leg!” They were hurting themselves trying to attack me. The more strength they put behind their attacks, the more pain they felt, and they ended up collapsed backwards.

My attacks were plain and simple. A knee kick here, a stomp to the knee there, and an occasional low kick. They fell like dominos as I literally kicked out their kneecaps.

“I’ll have to break your wrists for coming at me with your sashimi knives.” I grabbed the three guys by their wrists as they writhed on the ground in pain.

“Gahh! My wrist!”

“Spare…spare me.”

“Forgive me.”

It was too late for them to beg for forgiveness.

The writhing bodies of lackeys were soon strewn across the office floor.

I walked over to the woman, who had slumped to the floor and pissed herself in fear.

“Spare…spare me! I’m not involved with them. I just…worked for them!”

“If you had run away before, I would have believed you.” I wasn’t going to let her go just because she was a woman. It was obvious she was in on it all based on her actions.

“Please…please. I’m a woman…Ahh!”

I stomped on her knee before she could finish. It was only fair!