I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

I quietly followed the men who were dragging the kid into the back alley. They entered through the back door of a rundown building, and seeing a guard at the door, it was clear that this was the kidnappers’ base. I could have just stormed in and taken them out, but using magic or subduing them directly would cause a commotion. So, there was only one option.

I kicked a half-broken object nearby. It made enough noise to be heard inside the building, but not loud enough to alert everyone. The guard, of course, came to investigate the source of the sound.

“Surprise, you little shit.”

In a Western movie, I would have said, “Surprise, motherfucker!”

I covered his mouth with my left hand. I could have killed him by choking or breaking his neck, but it would have taken too much time, and there was a risk of him making noise.

I didn’t like taking risks, so I quickly and efficiently ended his life by piercing his neck with my right thumb. He struggled at first but soon went quiet and collapsed.

“In your next life, don’t do this kind of work.”

I entered the building and found an abandoned warehouse instead of the children. I didn’t like this development, but it seemed there was no second floor, indicating a basement. This was what magic was for.

I gathered the moisture on my fingertips and flicked it, causing the droplets to flow towards the path I wanted to find. Following the droplets, I discovered a rotten wooden box. When I lifted the box, the entire floor lifted, revealing a shallow trick.

Under the floor was a gray staircase covered in moss, leading to a sewer. The stench was overwhelming, but what surprised me even more were the lanterns hanging on the sewer walls. These lanterns didn’t last long, indicating that someone was regularly maintaining them. It seemed these kidnappers had been here for quite some time, which meant many children had been kidnapped.

The memories that kept coming to mind made me feel dirty.

Just then, the men who had taken the children were walking towards me. They seemed to be returning to get more children.

They saw me and silently drew their weapons. They intended to use long swords in such a narrow space, and I wondered if they had rocks in their heads. Using long weapons in such a confined space was suicidal. And I granted their wish.

“Lightning, crawl towards me.”

Only three of them attempted suicide, while the fourth lost his will to fight after seeing his companions turned into well-done electric barbecue.

I approached him and stomped the ground, using the Zhen Jiao technique I had used earlier to capture the pickpocket kid. The interior seemed unstable, causing the floor to vibrate strongly. I decided it was best to avoid using large-scale magic in this situation.

“You fucking bastard!”

“Hiiiiii…”

The man made unintelligible noises and wet his pants. He seemed to have never been potty-trained.

“Where are the kidnapped children?”

“I don’t know! Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you!”

“Is that loyalty? Not bad.”

There are some people who don’t understand their situation and act foolishly. I knew very well how to deal with such fools.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Huh?”

“Take off your shirt if you don’t want to die.”

I wasn’t particularly interested in men’s bodies. If a man tried to seduce me naked, I’d gut him.

The man was trembling in fear, so I helped him by tearing off his shirt.

He thought I was going to rape him, but I wasn’t interested in a bandit-like man like him. I sliced his back skin instead. I didn’t pierce deeply, just enough to peel off the skin thinly, and I drew a square, leaving one side open.

Then I grabbed the dangling skin.

“Aaaahhhh!”

This was the ‘Shirt Removal’ torture used on captured terrorists in the Middle East.

“Shut up and guide me. If you make noise or fail to guide me, I’ll rip this off. Understand?”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll guide you! Just spare my life!”

Personally, I hated these kinds of trash. I’d at least close the eyes of those who endured torture without breaking. But this guy spilled everything after a little taste of pain.

I followed the man into the depths of the sewer, and as I walked through the maze-like tunnels, I came across a massive door uncharacteristic of a typical sewer. Perhaps it was intended as an emergency shelter? The layout was complex, and the presence of this room suggested that it was indeed used for that purpose.

When I opened the door, a putrid smell wafted towards me. It was a horrific sight I couldn’t even describe in words. Children were locked in narrow cages, crying, while others who resisted were dragged to a corner and brutally beaten.

“You fucking bastards…”

Among the beaten children, I saw the pickpocket kid’s face. He collapsed after being hit, and the memories of my past ‘facility’ that I didn’t want to recall kept flooding back.

The men beating the children didn’t pay much attention to me, assuming I was with the man who brought them. And the man who brought me spoke quietly.

“I… brought him as you asked…”

“Lightning, crawl towards me.”

I electrocuted the man. Oh, fuck…

When I electrocuted him, the two men beating the children realized I was an attacker and rushed towards me. A thick iron bar aimed at my head, and if I used magic, they might dodge and hurt the children.

So, I pierced their limbs with my fingertips instead. That disgusting, sticky, and warm sensation of blood, a feeling I always hated. And the temperature of the blood splattering on my face.

I always hated that feeling.

The men died instantly, and I rushed to the beaten child. As expected, it was too late, and the child had already passed away.

“Damn it… Damn it…”

Breathing became difficult. The sight of the children’s corpses made it hard to breathe. That’s why I never took jobs involving killing children when I was an assassin. It always made me feel dirty, especially when I had some connection with them.

My body grew hot, and my heart started beating faster. The thing I had been suppressing came rushing back. But at that moment, I heard that voice again.

[Haa… You’re acting foolish again.]

That voice, as always, came to me when I saw corpses.

[Come on~ Didn’t we agree to always be cheerful and bright?]

Ahh… That’s right. We did agree to be cheerful, bright, and lively, burying our true selves and becoming like you.

Confucianism, Jesus, Buddha, Confucius, Shakespeare, Bruce Lee, The Merchant of Venice, Shylock, Hitler, Neo-Nazis, Allied Forces, Web Novels, Shrimp, Gallery Armband, Gold, NTR, Internet Broadcasting, King Sejong, Judas, 3D Adult, Yi Sun-sin, Churchill, Death God, Charles Darwin, Tears-Drinking Bird, Iron Man, Britain, Manchuria…

I recalled all the words she playfully spoke and suppressed my memories.

I felt a little refreshed. I closed the eyes of the poor pickpocket kid.

“Requiem.”

I returned the knife to the kid. Returning borrowed items is the common sense of a Confucian.

“I’ll kill all the bastards who made you suffer.”

I don’t usually take free jobs, but this time, I’ll make an exception, just as my senior did.

Then, I spoke to the children trapped there.

“Wait a little longer. I’ll come back to rescue you.”

I left the sewer and headed back to the surface.