Chapter 21
Jeong Hak-ju was a pure child who grew up firmly believing in the theory of innate goodness.
Having been raised by parents who always spoke kindly to him, imparted right knowledge, and taught him proper etiquette, it was natural for him to judge the world naively.
However, the world was far more filthy and cruel than Jeong Hak-ju and his parents had imagined.
Those who were u*ly, poor, boring, or seemed weak were nothing more than snacks for the strong in the ruthless society, to be consumed for their amusement.
Jeong Hak-ju seemed weak.
His moderately average looks, ordinary middle-class family, and good-natured personality made many think of the word”sucker”.
The first incident occurred when he was in the 5th grade. Some 6th-grade seniors barged into his classroom, claiming to establish their dominance, and started bullying a slightly slow-witted child. Jeong Hak-ju tried to intervene but ended up getting swept up in the chaos.
The indiscriminate violence inflicted upon him for no reason, the mocking laughter of his classmates who whispered behind his back about him pretending to be good, and the subsequent ostracism that followed.
It didn’t take long for the once-normal 5th grader to crumble.
He somehow managed to endure the 6th grade and graduated, entering middle school. He had heard that middle school was very different from elementary school, so he was secretly relieved.
But that was a huge mistake.
The beastly adolescent boys, overflowing with testosterone, were ticking time bombs.
As they reached the age where they craved the trophy called”girlfriend,”they bared their teeth at each other, constantly competing in an endless power struggle to gain a higher rank.
There was no place for a timid 1st-grade middle school student who had already been bullied.
Naturally, a hierarchy was established within the class, and the empowered rulers set out to find a delectable prey. It was no coincidence that Jeong Hak-ju was the first to be spotted.
Extortion and violence disguised as pranks were a given, and being stripped n*ked in front of his classmates or forced to crawl like a dog were daily occurrences.
The worst kind would secretly smoke cigarettes behind the school and use Jeong Hak-ju’s body as an ashtray.
The problem was that Jeong Hak-ju was a diligent student with good manners, so his teachers and parents didn’t notice anything unusual.
Even when he wore a pained expression, even when he tossed and turned in bed, dreading the sunrise.
After enduring three years of h*ll in middle school, he finally entered high school, the last stage before becoming a member of society.
This time, he chose a high school a little far from his hometown to avoid bullying.
To cut to the chase, it was a futile effort.
The strong can sniff out the weak, and the insiders can sniff out the outsiders.
Jeong Hak-ju, who had become increasingly introverted and passive, even shifted his hobbies to subcultures that could be enjoyed while confined to his room. It was only natural for him to stand out in high school, which was essentially the breeding ground for insiders.
For the insiders, the existence of outsider losers was a grave sin, just breathing the same air as them was an offense.
So, it was no surprise that contempt and bullying followed. It was no longer a plot twist.
The books he bought with his allowance were torn apart, his smartphone was snatched away for public humiliation, and he was openly insulted by girls who told him he smelled bad and made them uncomfortable.
In the end, Jeong Hak-ju couldn’t even endure half of his three years in high school and became a recluse in his own home.
His parents, unaware of the reason, tried to coax and soothe him, eventually becoming exhausted and resorting to anger. They even dragged him to a counselor, forcing him to reveal his humiliating past.
Jeong Hak-ju, who remained silent until the very end, turned his back on his parents, who had been his sturdy walls and guiding lighthouse, and retreated back into his shell.
Cursing the world that fit the theory of innate evilness rather than innate goodness.
Then one day, he heard a voice.
It asked if he desired the power he had longed for.
Jeong Hak-ju, feeling a strange thrill at this unbelievable situation that seemed straight out of anime, novels, or manga, nodded his head.
Power!
With power, he could crush everything and stand above it all!
He could put all those devilish bullies and those b*tchy girls under his feet and revel in their misery!
So he nodded. He would do anything, he pleaded, to be granted that power. He prayed fervently for the privilege of the strong, something he had never experienced in his life.
And then, an opportunity presented itself.
━Sacrifice the hearts of your hypocritical and selfish parents. What lives and breathes within them is pure evil, and you cannot receive power while bound to them.
His parents, who had raised him with kindness and guided him on the right path, were no more.
Now, only those rotten adults who were oblivious to his pain and only resorted to coercion occupied the master bedroom.
Jeong Hak-ju, emerging from his room for the first time in a while, grabbed a large kitchen knife and a claw hammer from the toolbox.
Seeing his parents enjoying each other’s warmth and sleeping peacefully while he spent his nights alone in solitude made his blood boil.
I was born weak because I was raised by these parents.
If I had been born to proper parents, I could have grown up strong. I could have been an insider.
The gratitude he once felt for his parents vanished, leaving only the unfilial son’s rage and murderous impulse.
Things went smoothly after that.
He bludgeoned his parents with the hammer, stabbed them with the knife, and then ripped open their chests to extract their hearts.
He then drew a pentagram on the pristine white kitchen tablecloth with their crimson blood and placed the two still-warm hearts in the center.
Immediately, power surged into him.
Jeong Hak-ju finally had power. Even if it wasn’t him wielding it, even if something that had forced its way into him was wielding it while wearing Jeong Hak-ju’s skin as a mask.
For Jeong Hak-ju, accustomed to the vicarious satisfaction of subculture, that was enough.
In the end, even after gaining power, he was reduced to a pathetic, unfilial, outsider loser, unable to become the master of his own fate.
He couldn’t even count how many people he had controlled and tormented with his newfound power.
Like a villain in a movie, he ran a secret organization, using his minions to build mountains of corpses.
He simply sat on his throne, savoring the flood of blood, flesh, and screams filled with human despair and terror, like a gourmet indulging in a feast.
Just as he was rationalizing that this was enough for him to be happy, a single sentence, striking him like a bolt of lightning, awakened the Jeong Hak-ju that had been cowering in the depths of darkness.
━If you go to Heaven, you can b*ng 2D waifu characters.
Whoa! I can b*ng 2D waifu characters in Heaven! Even after gaining immense power, that was something I couldn’t do!
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“Ugh, guh, gaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Alright, this guy’s inner chad energy can’t handle the overflowing v*rgin energy inside me!”
The guy who had been arrogantly mocking me while calmly sitting in a lotus position suddenly started thrashing around in pain.
He even clutched his face tightly with both hands and snapped his own neck. The sound of his cervical vertebrae shattering echoed through the air, but his agony showed no signs of subsiding.
“Why, you! You didn’t want…power! You were so close! Just a little more, and everything in this world would have been under your feet!”
“Nah, I’d rather b*ng 2D waifu characters~ There are tons of blonde tanned angel chads in Heaven, so I gotta hurry or someone else might snag them, you know? Shouldn’t you go now and assert your rights fair and square? I’ll be your human rights lawyer, fighting for your cause!”
“Gah! Ack! Stop! Stooooooop! Get back in! This is the life you abandoned! Endure it with evil and tenacity! Submit and obey me!”
“Jesus doesn’t want you to submit and obey! Just faith is enough! Faith that He will grant you an eternity of unyielding, unadulterated, h*rdcore waifu s*x in Heaven!”
“Ooooooooooooooh!”
“You’re already behind! Other weebs have already ascended to Heaven! Maybe your favorite waifu character has already been claimed by someone else! Don’t you want to go there now and fight for your right? I’ll be your advocate, your champion!”
I guess I could argue that Heaven belongs to humanity, and its sovereignty derives from humans.
“Oooooooooooooh! Guh! Hack! Ooooooooooh!”
Either create a world where you can b*ng 2D waifu characters!
Heave! Heave! My insides are exploding~!
Splaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash!
Something thick truly surged up from his throat, and on top of the mountain of flesh, he began vomiting black chunks uncontrollably.
Mixed within the black goo, countless human hearts rolled and tumbled down.
When he finally coughed up the last remaining heart, I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
“We haven’t even properly introduced ourselves yet. I revealed my name, so wouldn’t it be polite for you to do the same, buddy?”
“non est super! non est super! non est super!”
“His condition is critical. I’ll perform this surgery.”
I dragged him down, sliding down the mountain of flesh, and grabbed the back of his neck as he lay sprawled on the floor.
Then, I returned to the operating room, reeking of disinfectant and bleach, and laid him on the now-empty operating table.
“Scalpel.”
The scalpel appeared in my hand.
With this, we could have a more serious conversation.
“Now, if you feel pain, raise your right arm.”
I said as I wrapped his right arm tightly with a rubber band. If he could still raise his arm like this, it meant he was truly in pain, making it easier to detect any lies.
I plunged the scalpel vertically into his rough skin, his stomach bloated like a toad.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“This is a prayer asking you to tell me your name. This is a threat that I’ll cut open your stomach and take it out myself if you don’t. Amen.”
“Hehehe…If you extract me from this world, you’ll be extracting this man’s soul as well! I will never leave his soul, so cut open his stomach if you wish!”
“On second thought, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Instead of slicing open his stomach with the vertically embedded scalpel, I opened the Bible and searched for a suitable passage.
“Even conjoined twins go to Heaven together in this advanced age, so there’s no reason why a loser and a weeb can’t go to Heaven together just because they’re stuck to each other.”
No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find a good verse, and I realized that the limitations of the Bible were clear. The sin of failing to capture all the words of our Lord Jesus Father! Shame on you, Apostle Paul!
“There’s no other choice.”
I punched his Namsan-like swollen belly, lowering its height a bit, and quickly climbed on top.
Then, with one hand pressing down on his forehead, which was twisted in a sinister grin, I pummeled his jaw relentlessly with my other hand, which was clad in a knuckle duster.
“Jesus! Will you believe or not!”
Wham! Wham! F*ck!
“Jesus is up there! There are people in Heaven!”
Jesus Punch! Jesus Punch! Jesus Punch!
“Oh, our great Lord Jesus Father in Heaven, please have mercy on this lowly and pitiful sinner! Though this man has done nothing more than be a s*itting machine in his life, he can surely produce s*it in your Heaven! Please forgive this p*ece of s*it, fit to be used as fertilizer in Heaven’s fields, and deliver him from evil!”
“Gurk! Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“I say Jesus, you say Heaven! Jesus!”
Wham!
“infernum……!”
“Jesus!”
“infer……”
Wham!
“Speak your true desire!”
You’re envious too, aren’t you!
You want to drink wine as much as you want in Heaven, which is open 24/7 unlike H*ll! You want to shake your well-trained a*s in front of the angels!
“My name is……”
“Who the h*ll asked for your name, you son of a b*tch!”
“You……”
“I’m not curious anymore!”
I clamped his mouth shut to prevent him from speaking and relentlessly pounded his solar plexus.
“Jesus!”
“Hea……”
“Your voice is too low!”
“Hea……!”
“I can’t hear you!”
“Hea…ven, guh, ack.”
Anticipating his final words, I released his mouth.
“My name is Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
He wanted to go to Heaven together, but in the end, he spat out his name and vanished like a puff of smoke.
I scratched my head, still sitting on the ordinary young man whose toad-like belly had deflated. He was sleeping peacefully with a serene expression.
He had ascended to Heaven, where he could freely b*ng 2D waifu characters.
After making the sign of the cross, I searched his pockets and found an old smartphone. It was the only memento to return to his family.
“May God bless your hip movements.”
As I exited the building, the little girl who had been standing in front also disappeared with a faint smile, a lollipop in her mouth.
It was a happy night for everyone.