Solo Swordmaster – Chapter 113

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Eugene sincerely wished for these gnats to disappear, so she could reclaim the joy she had felt just moments ago.

“Ha…!”

“What? This bitch speaks Korean?”

“And she can hear just fine.”

Unfortunately, her wish went unanswered. The two thugs didn’t leave. Instead, they grinned, finding the situation amusing, and continued to bother her.

“Hey, foreign girl. Where are you from? America? England? Got a boyfriend?”

“Why do you care, idiot?”

“The brand depends on where she’s from, moron.”

“Bullshit, you’re talking like it’s the days when people were sold as slaves in America.”

Eugene watched the two thugs snickering and whispering, then repeated softly,

“I said, be quiet.”

“Oh ho? Look who’s talking.”

“Hey, girl, you seem clueless. This is our territory. How dare you talk back to us?”

“Yeah, you should be paying us for sitting here, for passing through, for even looking at us.”

“What’s a looking fee?”

“You looked at my handsome face, so you have to pay.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Whatever. Just hand over the money.”

“I don’t have any money, so get lost.”

Her voice was as cold as ice, dismissive as if shooing away beggars. The two thugs frowned, seemingly offended, then resumed their leering tone.

“No money? That’s a problem.”

“Yeah, we need to get paid somehow.”

“Well, no choice then. You look like an illegal immigrant here to make some money. We’ll let you earn it with your body. Let’s say, generously, a million won per session.”

“Wow, look at Mr. Saint! So how much is our principal?”

“About a hundred billion?”

“This crazy bastard, milk her dry!”

Lust was evident in their eyes, the kind that would send any woman running.

“Third time’s the charm. Get lost.”

But Eugene didn’t budge. She simply issued her final warning in a flat voice.

“This bitch, ignoring me like I’m invisible.”

Enraged by her repeated disregard, one of the thugs pointed at her and yelled,

“Hey, do you know who I am?!”

“How would I know you, I’m seeing you for the first time.”

“Shut up, you. I’m the nephew of the Baekdudaegan Guild Leader! My uncle is a level 73 high-level player!”

[T/N: baekdudaegan is a mountain range in Korea]

“Wow, bragging about your uncle. Pathetic.”

“Find yourself a Duke-level uncle then. Anyway, bitch, one word from me to my uncle, and someone like you will disappear without a…”

Crack!

“…Trace?”

The thug blinked.

What just broke? Why was his vision upside down? Why couldn’t he speak properly? Why was his friend staring at him with bulging eyes?

Everything happened so fast, he couldn’t comprehend it.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get a chance to understand. A bloody hand reached for him.

Crack! Crunch! Thud!

“I told you three times to get lost.”

Slender fingers gripped his arm, crushing bone and muscle, tearing it clean off.

“Get lost, get lost, get lost!”

Fingers dug into his chest, gripping his ribs and ripping them out.

“Don’t interrupt my Partner’s music! Don’t pollute my soul!”

A fist punched through his stomach, spilling blood.

Moments later, the thug who had bragged about his uncle was gone. Only a mangled corpse, its neck twisted and body torn apart, remained.

Thud!

Perhaps fueled by the rage of being interrupted, Eugene stomped on the thug’s head, still panting from the outburst.

With trembling hands, she put her headphones back on and pressed play.

Deering.

The familiar melody, like ice water flowing through a glacier, calmed her racing heart.

She took a deep breath and smoothed her hair. It was always like this. Good music soothed her soul.

That was why she loved music, and why she couldn’t tolerate any noise polluting it, especially a comforting melody like her partner’s playing.

“Gah… huh… huuuurk!”

Thump!

Whether from shock or the gruesome death of his friend, the other thug, frozen in terror, finally collapsed, wetting himself.

Eugene opened her eyes at the scream that once again disrupted the music. Her eyes, still glowing with a remnant of madness, fixed on him.

“Eek!”

The moment their eyes met, the thug scrambled backwards. He stumbled and fell repeatedly before finally managing to stand and sprint away.

“Help! Murder! Murderer!”

Ironically, this park had become their playground because it was usually deserted. But fear made him forget, or perhaps he clung to a sliver of hope.

Eugene didn’t bother chasing the screaming thug. She simply watched.

As he reached the edge of the streetlights’ reach, plunging into darkness…

Thud.

“…?!”

A knife emerged from the shadows, piercing his throat.

He gurgled, eyes wide with disbelief, before collapsing in a pool of blood. The figure who withdrew the knife clicked their tongue.

“Speak of the devil… why are you causing trouble at a time like this?”

Eugene wasn’t surprised or startled by the unexpected voice.

Immersed in the music, she barely moved, only extending a foot and asking,

“What’s going on?”

“I told you I don’t understand English.”

“Then learn.”

“Don’t say it so easily. Do you think I don’t want to learn? It’s just that your twisted tongue doesn’t stick to my mouth.”

The figure shrugged in the darkness.

Eugene asked flatly,

“Your business. Simply.”

“That’s cold, considering we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

“Commander’s orders. Separate operations to avoid detection. If you have no business, leave.”

“Don’t be so hostile. I’m here on Comrade Commander’s orders as well.”

“Mission?”

Eugene’s eyes lit up at the word.

The figure took a step back, well aware of her dangerous nature, having worked with her on several missions before.

‘She’s been quiet for a while, I thought she was getting better. Guess I was wrong.’

Clicking his tongue inwardly, the figure quickly spoke to avoid being attacked.

“Plans A and B failed. Comrade Commander ordered drastic measures.”

“There were plans A and B?”

“…There were.”

“And they failed? Why?”

“Don’t ask.”

Shaking his head, the figure emerged from the shadows, grumbling,

“I went through all that trouble, getting myself half-crippled and tortured, only to have my head chopped off by some strange bastard right before success.”

“Strange bastard, who?”

“Don’t ask. I want to know that myself.”

The beady-eyed young man stepped into the light.

Ryu Kang-chul, who had his arms severed by Wei-ling, was captured and tortured by Wang Ki-neung, and then killed by Limon during transport, looked remarkably intact for a corpse.

“I don’t know who that black-clad bastard who killed me is, but next time I see him, he’s dead.”

“Skip the small talk. What’s the mission?”

“Intricate plans will just be seen through. Comrade Commander said to cause as much chaos as possible, within reasonable limits, and do as we please.”

“Aha, okay.”

Eugene nodded as if finally understanding, then asked with a bright smile,

“So, we kill everyone?”

“You have a talent for simplifying things, Comrade…”

“Don’t expect a reward for compliments.”

“That wasn’t a compliment!”

Ignoring Ryu Kang-chul’s outburst, Eugene asked excitedly,

“So, what’s the timeframe? When do we move?”

“When do you think?”

Ryu Kang-chul said flatly to Eugene, who was practically glowing with excitement like a teenager invited to a party,

“Right now.”

“Now? Really?”

“That’s why I came personally. I’ll take care of the cleanup here, so follow me.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

As if they had been waiting, figures dressed as cleaners emerged from the shadows, efficiently placing the two thugs’ bodies into body bags and cleaning the bloodstains.

Eugene wasn’t surprised by the ghost-like cleaners’ proficiency. She simply smiled and followed Ryu Kang-chul, then said casually, as if just remembering,

“Comrade, if you’re disposing of bodies, do it deeper inside the park. There’s a good spot.”

“I was planning on checking it out anyway. How long have you been playing here to have piled up so many bodies?”

“Just swatting some noisy flies.”

“That’s what they call serial killing.”

The two thugs wouldn’t have known that the recent disappearance of other gangs from this park wasn’t a coincidence, nor that they would share a grave with them. But Eugene and Ryu Kang-chul didn’t care.

They simply continued walking, leaving the cleaners behind.

“Oh, and Mad Comrade. Just to confirm, you haven’t contacted anyone else, have you?”

“Contact?”

“Like meeting someone multiple times, exchanging names, or sharing contact information.”

“Why?”

“Why else? It’s basic procedure to eliminate any loose ends to avoid being tracked.”

“Aha…”

Eugene nodded slowly at Ryu Kang-chul’s puzzled expression, as if asking why she was asking such an obvious question.

Eliminating information skills, electronic records, and even witnesses was the secret to them being called Specters.

“So, have you?”

“……”

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Hmm… well, that’s good.”

Ryu Kang-chul wasn’t bothered by Eugene’s unusual questions and hesitant replies.

He knew that Eugene wouldn’t have contacted anyone in the meantime. And even if she had, it was unlikely the other party would still be alive.

Watching Ryu Kang-chul, satisfied with the lack of loose ends, Eugene fiddled with her headphones for a moment, then shook her head and resumed following him, her once beautiful golden hair, now matted with blood, swaying in the wind.

A high-ranking member of the Liberation Brigade.

Number three among the Twelve Specters.

The blonde woman, codenamed Berserker, had returned to the battlefield.

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