Apocalypse Tyrant

Age of Rationality (2)

“Come to think of it, isn’t it almost the same position as back then?”

I mean where you’re standing now, Han Segye.

The professor’s snake-like whisper responding to my empty laugh with a faint smile.

His words very naturally remind me of myself that day.

The first day of hell when I was resting my chin with a bored expression looking at everyone’s backs.

“When standing on the podium, you can see even things you don’t need to see.”

He slightly turns his head and calmly scans the front of the lecture hall as if imitating my gaze from that day.

Just like back then when I was blankly teasing the female students’ backs while killing time.

“Ah— There she is.”

The slender back his gaze points to.

“Our Areum.”

A long ponytail bouncing as if answering his gentle call.

‘Ah, yes! I’m Kim Areum, 2nd year in Early Childhood Education!’
‘Ah— Carl Sagan. A really good quote.’

Her flyaway hair fluttering at the professor’s positive response naturally came to mind.

I quietly fixed my gaze on her flyaway hair still stimulating a strange part of men.

“She’s the prettiest girl here. A girl you can now play with however you want.”

Originally—

The professor calmly continued speaking while briefly looking down at Bang Daehwa pinned under me.

“I was going to give her exclusively to our Daehwa, but Daehwa strangely didn’t touch her, as if she wasn’t his type. Well—”

Now it’s a blessing in disguise like no other blessing in disguise.

“Thinking about it now, he was such a timid disciple. If you threaten to cut off the medicine, probably any play you want is possible?”

A voice blatantly scratching at dark and deep male desires.

I quietly stared at the ponytail located in the very front seat just like that day and answered his words.

“I don’t have a taste for fucking dead corpses, but can’t you wake her up from that state?”
“…Hmm— Why bother?”
“I want to see all the women here in their right minds, not just Areum or whatever.”
“……”

Sung Jonghyun tilting his head without answering my words.

I slightly shrugged my shoulders while watching his eyes gradually narrowing.

“It seems I have a lot to ask around since it’s apparently a popular supply item.”

Whether she’s a virgin or not.

“Well— Most probably aren’t virgins, but if not, how far her ex-boyfriend’s work progressed.”

The more my words continue, the more deeply his eyes narrow instead.

“If you gave her as a reward but she’s a wooden block worse than an onahole, it would be a huge loss of face for me, right? Well, it’d be fortunate if some bastard is even more crazy about that aspect.”
“…Huh.”

The professor finally bursting into laughter and chuckling at my words.

He shook his head side to side while shaking his shoulders noisily.

“Ha— No, no. It’s a bit unfortunate in that aspect, but this is now those children’s true selves. I’m not into the idiotic act of deliberately creating a way out, you see.”

…Is that so?

I nodded my head and closed my eyes at the professor’s last words.

Wooong—!

Golden Royal Authority immediately answering my will.

I took a deep breath while feeling the brilliant light fully dyeing my entire body.

Seuuup—!

Air suddenly refreshed as if using a filter.

Haah—

I held back another empty laugh at the reverse sensation I could feel so clearly.

Now that abilities have become reality.

Not a single question should be taken lightly.

Bang Daehwa answering he came up to the College of Humanities rooftop alone because he somehow felt bad inside the lecture hall.

Too many scented candles just for the purpose of lighting the lecture hall.

And the professor trying to drag out the conversation in a gentle attitude somehow.

The clues were more than enough, and my small experiment ended with this.

“…So this is how it feels.”

A pleasant scent making me keep sniffing even while conscious of it.

A generous and tolerant mind becoming relaxed without realizing.

Plus words and thoughts operating strangely one beat slower.

“Keuheut—!”

I opened my closed eyes and ground— Bang Daehwa’s head pinned to the floor once more.

Bang Daehwa clearly exposed to that pleasant scent much longer than me.

Perhaps due to its aftermath, he acknowledged this professor’s bizarre domination system, but—

He didn’t touch that Areum or whoever girl—

Maybe this bastard Bang Daehwa also unconsciously realized something would end if he very naturally touched that woman.

For example— A self-resistance to the ability obtained upon becoming an ability user?

Though still a hypothesis— the possibility wasn’t small.

“…Hmm?”

The professor uttering a questioning sound at my appearance like that.

A mental contamination ability very fatal to ordinary people, but requiring quite a long time and effort against ability users.

It seemed that’s how it could be summarized.

Well— If that had worked very fatally even on Bang Daehwa or me, it would be such an easy win.

It seemed a very— very long time would be needed to contaminate ability users with that ability.

Even after deliberately being exposed, I still validly thought about killing the bastard.

Just— waiting became very generous.

Okay— This seems enough to suck out everything I can from the first mental ability user I’ve encountered.

“Hey, professor.”

I spoke again to the professor slightly frowning his expression while looking at me.

“Listening to all this, your words sound quite arrogant for some cheap real doll wrapper.”

Thud—!

The professor forcibly seated in the chair by the long outstretched iron pipe.

I smiled slightly while looking down at the professor hurriedly trying to cover up the bewilderment about to burst out on his face.

My mind was so clear thanks to the drug thickly spread in the bastard’s home ground being neutralized.

I widely looked around the lecture hall with female students seated as if imitating the bastard.

“There’s an overflowing amount of that kind of stuff if you search the drawer corners of the kid’s room you shat out.”

Low quality onaholes degraded to dolls, not even human.

“Ah— If that’s his daughter, I wonder if there’s a dildo bigger than her father’s dick?”

Sung Jonghyun trying to stand up from his seat with a slightly reddened face as soon as my words ended.

Thud—!

The iron pipe lightly pressing down his shoulder again.

“Shhhh—”

Perhaps thanks to the shushing sound, or thanks to the pressure of the iron pipe subtly pressing down his shoulder.

The professor looking up at me with eyes not understanding this situation.

“Listen to the end.”

I listened to your story to the end too.

“Why is the professor so rude?”

Thud—! Thud—!

The iron pipe moving from his shoulder and lightly hitting his face.

The professor hurriedly opened his mouth while frowning his face at that dull and unpleasant strike.

“I don’t know why you’re suddenly acting like this, Han Segye student. Wasn’t our conversation going well?”
“Well— Kind words bring kind words.”

Thud—! Thud—!

Noisy pupils alternately looking at my entire body dyed golden and the iron pipe hitting his face again.

“It seems you’ve made some serious misunderstanding now.”
“Well— It doesn’t matter if it’s a misunderstanding or not—”

The professor hurriedly spoke as soon as my nonchalant answer ended.

“No—! No, no—! We must clear up this misunderstanding!”
“…Why?”
“Because we can’t ruin the greater cause due to momentary impulsive emotions! Because there’s not a single reason you need to kill me—!”

Thud—!

The bastard’s spit urgently spraying in all directions from his neat face.

I spoke while rubbing his face harder with the iron pipe to block that spit.

“Don’t look for reasons when a person is dying.”

It’s that kind of era now, isn’t it?

Thud—! Thud—!

The bastard’s handsome face being rubbed all over following the iron pipe shaking messily here and there.

Bang Daehwa continuing to be pinned under my feet and satisfying me.

“An era has come where even adults with higher age and social status beg for their lives at insults mentioning family.”
“…Wait—! This— This is really nonsense!”

Sung Jonghyun desperately opening his mouth even while his face is being unsightly crushed like that.

He looked up at me and continued speaking urgently.

“Think rationally instead of such reasons that aren’t reasons! I don’t know why you’re suddenly acting like this, but you really don’t know at all how important my ability is!”

Han Segye—! Listen to me well—!

“If you keep surviving without dying, the people with you will keep increasing. The land you manage will also increase. The only thing decreasing is food—!”

How long do you think that food will last—?!

“Farming?! Huh— Hunting?! Fuck all that! The female students I manage now are already approaching 20! But relying on uncertain methods like farming or hunting for the gradually increasing survivors?! That’s absolutely impossible even if you die and come back to life! You’re not going to make the idiotic statement that you’ll buy all the food with points, right, huh?!”

The bastard’s face looking up at me, his shouts, increasingly spit out that color deeply.

“But if I’m here, you’re freed from all those problems! Look at those girls now—! I don’t know how many days it’s been since they ate, but they’re still breathing and quietly sitting in their seats—! What’s the problem at all?!”

I’m helping you—!

“I’m making you king—! You’ll be at the very top and I’ll take care of everything below—! I’m offering my loyalty—! You— Youuuu—!”

He tries to spit out some curses but holds back to the end as if grasping the last string of reason.

I quietly waited until the bastard’s face about to burst red calmed down.

The bastard’s gaze looking up at me again after roughly catching his breath several times, perhaps due to the aftermath of pouring out so many words at once.

“Come to think of it, Sung Jonghyun, I haven’t heard your nickname yet.”
“……”

The professor furrowing his brows at the completely irrelevant words.

I smiled brightly— at him while looking down.

“Why? You said you’d tell me when there’s a chance. I want to hear it now.”

…You know?

A very gentle whisper pressing in.

“We might start from the nickname and talk about our future again step by step.”
“……”

The bastard’s pupils faintly trembling at the subtle voice were clearly visible.

I can clearly see his faintly moving lips gradually opening.

“…Dde-Ddeolpali.”

A not very proud baritone quietly flowing from his mouth.

“Right— Professor Ddeolpali Sung Jonghyun.”

I called his nickname and continued speaking.

“You did Ddeolpali things because you’re Ddeolpali.”

Thud—!

“This bastard did bed-wetting things at night because he’s an arsonist.”

Bang Daehwa’s messy hair obediently under my foot.

I playfully point the iron pipe that was rubbing the professor’s face towards myself.

I.

“Then what do you think I’ll do?”
“……”

The professor unable to answer quickly to the low question.

I opened my mouth again while looking askance at the bastard’s blocked mouth.

“I’ll let bastards I like live, and kill bastards I don’t like.”

That—

“Reason that isn’t a reason you mentioned is the reason you’re dying.”

In short.

“I’m saying I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”

The bastard’s face not responding at all to my involuntarily held smile.

I continued smiling while looking down at the bastard’s face stopped— for the first time as if caught on something.

“Still— A few things you said seemed to make sense, so I’ll answer a bit seriously.”

Thud—!

“Is there anything more dangerous than two people managing one group from the start? Wasn’t there a lot of fighting in the old days saying there can’t be two suns under the sky?”

Isn’t that right, history professor?

“……”

He had no answer even to my long drawn out question.

“Plus, even if the group is managed the way you said, people are dependent on your medicine, not loyal to me, you bastard.”

Thud—!

The iron pipe pushing the bastard’s face long— and urging his answer.

“This is completely saying you’ll eat all the good stuff yourself and I should just act crazy outside. I can hear the sound of your little brain spinning all the way here, professor.”

Thud—! Thud—!

The bastard’s mouth remained unmoved even at the iron pipe lightly hitting his temple.

In contrast, his pupils moving parureu— left and right very urgently.

“Look at this— You should have just died earlier. Then you would have had something to whine and tattle about to the King of Hell.”

I slowly looked down at the bastard’s body that started trembling dal dal— as if sensing the end.

That trembling is vividly felt amplifying sharply every time the iron pipe thud— thud— touches the bastard’s body.

But— Killing him like this somehow didn’t fit my style.

I quietly bent my waist and approached the bastard’s ear like he did to me.

“Just think you had really bad luck. Forget everything I said earlier and just remember this.”

The reason you’re dying is—

“You’re dying because your words were too arrogant, your actions were too petty, and what you’ll do later is too obvious.”
“…Euh— Eueuuh—”

A faint groan heard in my ear and the sensation of wind from shaking his head left and right desperately creaking.

And actually—

I whispered to Sung Jonghyun staring at my face intently from the corner of my eye.

“That’s right.”

The bastard’s lips trembling— trying to hurriedly open his mouth as soon as my words ended.

My hand grabbed his neck tightly before he could open his mouth between his pale white face.

Tuk—!

I slammed the bastard’s body seated in the chair right into the wall while tightly squeezing his neck fitting perfectly in my grip.

Splash—!

Sung Jonghyun flying to the wall in an instant and smashing spread-eagled.

Swish—!

Before his body could be affected by gravity—

Splat—!

A gray pole pierces the bastard’s heart and embeds in the wall.

“Keureuk—! Keureureureuruek—!”

The sound of bloody phlegm boiling leaking from the bastard’s face distorted in all directions full of pain.

Bright red blood flowed jureuruk— from the bastard’s mouth as he desperately moved his hand towards the iron pipe piercing his chest.

Thud—!

And Sung Jonghyun immediately drooping his body chuk—.

The blood the bastard vomited on the iron pipe piercing his chest beaded and slowly dripped thuk— thuk— to the floor.

Ding—!

[All remaining points possessed by ‘Sung Jonghyun’ are transferred to ‘Han Segye’.]

[You have obtained 0 points.]

A message updated like a confirmation kill after the bastard’s death.

I frowned for a moment and stared at the message for the reward that was more— no, couldn’t be more petty than expected.

“……”

The status window message entering silence again with no reaction even after quite a long time passed like that.

…Huh.

I kept letting out empty laughs in my mind while looking down.

There I saw Bang Daehwa trembling his body more severely than before and turning his head.

Sung Jonghyun’s end clearly visible in his turned gaze.

Yeah— Why would I bother arguing with Sung Jonghyun.

It was for the bastards listening.

Gaining various benefits with one act was the basis of efficiency.

“Hey.”

The bodies of the trio standing in front of the podium bounced greatly at my short question.

Even so, Sung Jonghyun’s corpse embedded and not leaving their pupils.

It’s a moment of clearly understanding why they commit acts like festivals gathering everyone when killing a king or lord.

As a rule, the leader of every group must die symbolically for the effect to be dramatic.

I alternately stared at Sung Jonghyun stuck dead somewhere like the world’s best bestseller and the trio, then waved— my hand at them.

“Come here.”

I quietly looked at the trio tottering over while desperately moving their frozen legs at my gesture.

Ding—!

Along with that appearance, the status window sent a message saying they ‘very strongly’ submitted to me with a noisy notification sound.

I moved the message messily cluttering my view to one side and faced them again.

Now it was time for full-scale cleanup and farming.