Chapter 10
Ja-geon slashed through the attacking raid team members.
Without even clashing blades, he precisely cut down his opponents. This was a murderous sword tempered in real combat.
"Being strong feels damn good, doesn't it? You get to trample weaklings beneath you!" Ja-geon laughed, shrugging his blood-soaked shoulders.
Justice, law, order—that crap doesn’t exist in this world. Only power and violence matter. Justice is power, and power is justice. Without power, you can enforce nothing. No matter how lofty the system or rigid the society, their foundation is violence alone. The truth of this naked world is a society built by stronger violence oppressing the weak.
Would humans maintain order without armies or police? Never. Ja-geon knew this truth more keenly than anyone. Without power, humans possess nothing. Violence—that’s the true source satisfying human desires.
That’s why I must become stronger.
A shiver of power ran down Ja-geon’s spine. Thump-thump. He heard his own heartbeat, intoxicated by excitement and pleasure. His distorted eyes gleamed wildly.
"Haaa… feels incredible. Scream before your betters, weaklings!"
Swish-thunk!
Ja-geon swung his demonic blade again.
What’s happening? Am I dreaming? The raid leader couldn’t process the situation, teetering on cognitive dissonance. He couldn’t comprehend how Ja-geon was effortlessly slaughtering level 30 raid members.
"I don’t think you’re bad. What’s wrong with the strong taking from the weak? Right?" Ja-geon walked toward the raid leader, who assumed a defensive stance with trembling hands.
"Shut up! What trick are you pulling? Damn it!" the raid leader screamed, veins bulging.
Ja-geon approached steadily, sword lowered. The leader didn’t dare attack first—he’d seen how his comrades died.
Defend… focus on defense. Attacking first means death.
The moment the leader tightened his stance, Ja-geon sprinted past him toward the rear support team.
"He’s coming!" The raid leader realized his mistake too late—his role was to block this very move. Even warriors hadn’t withstood Ja-geon’s blade; the rear guard stood no chance.
"Idiot." Ja-geon sneered as he shoved past.
The real threats were the mages and archers—their firepower was lethal if unleashed.
Clang!
Ja-geon angled his blade sideways, deflecting arrows and spells with surgical precision.
"Aaaah! Die!"
"You’re the one dying, bastard."
Ja-geon casually bisected an as flames engulfed the body.
"Good heat. Well done."
Chomp.
Ja-geon bit into the charred cheek, blood oozing between his teeth as he stared down the mage with feral blue eyes flesh and hurled an arrow from the quiver.
Thunk!
The dart-like projectile pierced the m struck.
"You’re weak too. Die."
age’s torso slid from his hips, vomiting blood as entrails spilled.
Flick.
Ja-geon blade. Only the raid leader remained.
"Uh… ah… AAAAAH!" The leader staggered back, comrades annihilated by a single man.
"Why? We’!"
Ja-geon spun his blade lazily. "Kneel, bastard."
Smack!
A backhand sent the leader reeling as he desperately raised his sword.-geon snorted and tossed his blade aside. Bare-handed,.
Crack!
The leader’s high at point-blank? Begging to die."
eyes. No remorse, no hesitation.
"You shouldn’t have touched what’s mine."
Thud!
Jageun grabbed the raid leader by the nape and smashed his face with a stone.
"That's enough."
Crunch!
He then kicked the broken arm.
"You have to be prepared!"
Smack!
A kick to the jaw followed.
"Damn right!"
Jageun adjusted his clothes while catching his breath. He sat atop a corpse, staring at the raid leader.
"Hey! Bigbo! Loot the dropped items."
Jageun called out to Bigbo who was trembling in the corner. Bigbo looked at Jageun with a face smeared in tears and snot.
"T-this is too much, Boss. You didn't... didn't have to kill..."
"Would you rather I died? Huh? You idiot, it's kill or be killed. That's what battle is. The defeated who survive always come back with blades for revenge someday. Just like I did."
Jageun wiped blood off while laughing. His crazed eyes whirled wildly.
"Please, just spare me. I'll do anything. Please..."
Thud! Thud!
The raid leader kowtowed desperately, seemingly unfazed by his broken arm.
"Sorry, but no. Whatever you say here, you'll eventually come for revenge."
"I swear I'd never! I vow I'll never seek vengea— mph!"
Jageun covered the raid leader's mouth with his hand, staring intently.
"No, no. I don't believe that. Humans lie to survive—we're animals that way."
Swiish!
Jageun drew his dagger and slit the raid leader's throat. The man collapsed without even a groan, convulsing as death approached. His hate-filled eyes locked onto Jageun.
"Why..."
Bigbo muttered while witnessing the gruesome scene. Jageun tapped Bigbo's shoulder, making him flinch and squeeze his eyes shut.
"Bigbo, this is how revenge is done."
Jageun's voice was unexpectedly calm as he lit a cigarette with bloodied hands, the madness in his eyes now gone.
"I never wanted revenge like this, Boss," Bigbo said, bracing for a hit. Jageun exhaled smoke instead of throwing a punch.
"...Become a sheep or become a wolf. Choose, Bigbo. There's no such thing as a good wolf."
His tone was almost brotherly.
Bigbo fell into indescribable confusion before giving up on thinking and began looting corpses. Tears streamed down as he gagged repeatedly at the sight.
I wanted revenge... but not like this. Yet...
He felt both satisfaction and disgust—and was shocked by his own bloodlust.
Jageun silently watched while chain-smoking an entire pack.
"You've entertained me well! Shin Jageun!"
The voice of Isaac, God of Chaos, boomed through the chamber. Bigbo heard it too.
"Ha. A perfect evil god," Jageun mocked.
"I hope to see more scenes like this often!"
"Bull-fucking-shit," Jageun retorted, bracing for an electric shock that never came.
Isaac's mirror fell to the ground.
Crash!
The mirror shattered—breaking Jageun's soulbound curse.
"Today, I feel unusually generous. Speak your wish, my servant."
"Give me back my original body, you bastard. Who said you could bodyswap me?!" Jageun whispered so Bigbo wouldn't hear.
"Impossible. With your old body, everything would bore you—even your revenge."
Jageun scowled. He knew. Gods were like that. This world was just their theater.
"Very well! I'll grant you a special class change. At level 21, your class should be locking in soon. I'll make yours unique in this world!"
Shin Jageun's eyes widened. Normally he'd become a warrior-class—likely Swordsman. At worst, Berserker or Barbarian. He'd deliberately fought like one.
"Receive my blessing, mortal!"
Isaac roared. Jageun's body was engulfed in darkness. Black smoke rose like burning trash.
"YOU FUCKING BASTAAAAARD!!!"
Jageun's enraged scream echoed through the boss chamber. He recognized his new class:
「Chaos Walker」
All his combat skills were warrior-based. But "Chaos Walker" was a mage class.
"ISAAAAAAAC!!!"
Jageun screamed with bloodshot eyes. No answer came.
Bigbo stood petrified in the corner.
