Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant-Chapter 182

An Su-ho?

Suddenly?

Pi Seong-yeol glared at his phone.

Why now?

Was he trying to call just to check up on him?

As his thoughts lingered, the phone switched to the idle screen.

Right.

What kind of call could it be in a situation like this?

He had no time or energy to worry about him.

Pi Seong-yeol quickly erased An Su-ho's name from his mind.

Instead, he began focusing on how to handle the reality in front of him.

At that moment.

Knock knock—

Someone knocked on the door.

At ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) that moment, time froze for Pi Seong-yeol.

It was inevitable.

At this late hour, and given that he lived alone, no one would be visiting.

He had left the office a while ago, and staying any longer would have only brought him stress.

So, he came home, and now someone was at the door?

It couldn’t be a drunk person.

This was a premium apartment building where no one could just walk in.

Pi Seong-yeol stood up.

Who could it be?

He wasn’t married, and his parents passed away long ago.

He didn’t have any friends who would visit him, either.

He turned on the intercom camera.

But...

Nothing?

No one was visible.

Did he hear it wrong?

Just to be sure, he switched to the mode where he could view multiple angles, but there was absolutely no one in front of the door.

Alright.

He must have imagined it.

His nerves had been overly sensitive from stress.

With that thought, he turned around.

At that very moment.

Gasp!

Pi Seong-yeol was so startled that he collapsed back into his seat.

"You, you... how... how are you... here?"

In shock, Pi Seong-yeol pointed at the person.

It was none other than Su-ho.

Pi Seong-yeol hadn’t opened the door for him, yet Su-ho had casually infiltrated the house.

It was thanks to his Mist Cloak skill.

Su-ho didn’t pay any attention to Pi Seong-yeol’s shocked expression and instead started looking around the house, speaking casually.

"Why didn’t you answer your phone when you were home?"

"Th-That’s..."

"By the way, nice place you have here. An apartment like this in Gangnam? Must’ve cost quite a bit... but it’s a bit emptier than I expected. You live alone, don’t you?"

He asked, already knowing the answer.

He was simply taunting him.

Su-ho knew everything about Pi Seong-yeol.

Including why he had remained unmarried.

‘He was originally going to get married. When he was on the elite track at the Seoul District Prosecutor’s Office.’

He had been in a situation where he could easily choose a wife, with many women lined up for him. But as he compared their qualifications and delayed his wedding, he suddenly awakened.

From that point on, his marriage prospects vanished.

The title of "prosecutor" had been everything to Pi Seong-yeol, and once he lost that, people started to see him as nothing more than a discarded tool.

Pi Seong-yeol resisted marriage, out of both defiance and disdain.

Of course, he felt lonely.

He briefly considered an arranged marriage, but having lived a life where others had always served him, he couldn’t fathom the idea of a relationship that required mutual care and understanding.

Thus, he became more obsessed with power.

Power was all that remained for him.

‘That’s probably why he was able to carry out such inhumane actions like the Shock Project.’

After coming to his senses, Pi Seong-yeol struggled to get up and asked,

"What the hell are you? How did you get into my house?"

"What’s the big deal? I can clear sealed gates, so breaking into a house is nothing."

"What?"

"More importantly..."

Su-ho pulled a nearby chair from the dining table and sat down.

"Senior, let’s have a chat. If you have coffee, I’ll take one. Ice, please."

"You insane bastard...!"

Pi Seong-yeol’s fury boiled over, and he looked like he was about to slap Su-ho.

He was angry not just because Su-ho was a kid, but also because, after being left in isolation, a person finally appeared who could communicate and provide him with information. All his stress and frustration were now aimed at Su-ho.

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Then, Su-ho looked directly at Pi Seong-yeol and said,

"Would you like to hit me?"

"What?"

"Maybe you’re having trouble adjusting to reality, after living so long as the top dog?"

At that moment.

Gasp!

An immense pressure suddenly overwhelmed Pi Seong-yeol’s body.

His throat tightened, and he felt as if he couldn’t breathe.

It was the sensation of being tied up with ropes, a sharp pain as if his organs were going to burst.

It was the result of Su-ho’s Overwhelm skill.

Su-ho sat there, still with cold eyes, and spoke.

"You’ve lived without leveling up, all because of your disgust toward your awakening. You solved everything with power. But now, you’ve lost everything that once gave you power, haven’t you?"

Gahhh!

Unable to bear the pressure, Pi Seong-yeol collapsed back onto the seat.

It felt as if he was about to pass out.

But he wouldn’t pass out.

If Su-ho had wanted to, he could have knocked him out with just the Overwhelm skill from the start.

But Su-ho was controlling it.

After observing Pi Seong-yeol for a while, Su-ho finally canceled the Overwhelm skill.

Hahh! Gasp! Gasp!

As the pressure lifted, Pi Seong-yeol’s airways cleared, and he could breathe again.

It felt like a drowning person being pulled out of the water just in time.

Kneeling, coughing uncontrollably, and even spitting up, Pi Seong-yeol barely regained his breath and glared at Su-ho.

Yet his eyes still burned with rage and venom.

"You...!"

"Guess one round isn’t enough after all."

Of course.

He had harbored so much venom for so long; there was no way a single use of Overwhelm would make him cower.

In his past life, Pi Seong-yeol had been the same.

Even when the redevelopment gate exploded and everything fell apart, he kept his arrogance, never once bowing his head.

But this time, it would be different.

Su-ho wanted to see it.

No, he had to see it.

He wanted to see that stiff-necked man throw away his last bit of pride and beg for his life.

That was when the real deal would begin.

Su-ho grabbed Pi Seong-yeol by the collar and opened the doorway to his space house.

"You’re going to need the longest training of your life."

"Let go! Let go, you crazy bastard!!"

Pi Seong-yeol, who had his collar grabbed, flailed his fists and legs, struggling.

But no matter how much he punched or kicked, his hands and nails couldn’t even leave a scratch on Su-ho.

In fact, his own hand felt like it was going to break, his nails snapping off.

It was the overwhelming difference in power from their levels.

Su-ho dragged Pi Seong-yeol into the space house.

***

Pi Seong-yeol's struggle continued.

Like a rat backed into a corner biting at a cat, even though he was dragged into the space house, he still tried to prove that if he could just regain his composure, he could survive even in the tiger’s den, relentlessly striking at Su-ho without pause.

But it was all for nothing.

Yet, his will to fight didn’t break. His fingernails were broken, blood flowing, his hand bones cracked and swollen.

Su-ho threw Pi Seong-yeol into the street.

When he touched his cheek, Pi Seong-yeol’s blood smeared on his hand.

"Ugh."

It was disgusting.

Su-ho wiped his hand casually with a handkerchief and spoke to Pi Seong-yeol, who was glaring at him.

"I really thought hard about this. I kept wondering what I could do to make you regret it to the bone, to make you truly repent. But after thinking about it, there’s only one answer."

Su-ho summoned his Blood Weapon and gripped it.

The form it took was a sword.

He placed the sword on his shoulder and spoke.

"I’ve heard that true regret and repentance come from realizing your wrongs, but that’s rare, isn’t it? And it usually happens when someone has achieved all their goals or lost something precious."

This was a cliché among successful villains.

They regret after exacting their revenge, or after a bloodthirsty murderer sees their family or loved ones die, only then realizing the wrongs of their actions.

But that was only in fiction. In reality, most villains—especially those who had been living comfortably, with full bellies—rarely regretted their wrongdoings.

Acknowledging their mistakes would be equivalent to rejecting their entire life up to that point.

So after much thought, Su-ho had come to one conclusion.

"The answer is physical pain. Not long ago, someone else came here, and after getting beaten, their stubborn neck bent like a wildflower. It doesn’t matter what they think of me. What matters is that they repent, not with words, but with deep-rooted fear, ensuring they never make the same mistake again and atone for all their past wrongs."

Su-ho slowly pulled the sword from his shoulder.

Then, he pointed the blade directly at Pi Seong-yeol.

"I’m really glad that I became a healer. That’s why I’m able to perform this kind of punishment. Now, you will repent, Seong-yeol. You will spend the rest of your life in pain, but I will make sure to spare your life."

The moment Su-ho finished speaking.

Whoosh!

The sound of wind cutting through the air.

It was the sound of Su-ho swinging the sword.

The movement was so fast that Pi Seong-yeol couldn’t even track the path of the blade.

Naturally.

A level 1 player couldn’t possibly see the movement of someone with an orange stat.

Let alone someone as skilled as the world’s greatest swordsman.

By the time Pi Seong-yeol noticed Su-ho’s movement—

Thud.

Something fell.

Pi Seong-yeol’s eyes shifted toward the sound.

A confused expression spread across his face.

What had fallen?

It was his own wrist.

"......!"

When Pi Seong-yeol realized it was his wrist that had fallen, he screamed in pain.

"My, my wrist! My wrist!"

"Yes, your wrist was severed."

Su-ho kindly confirmed the fact for him.

Then, he swung the sword again.

Whoosh! Thud—

Whoosh! Thud—

Each time Su-ho swung the sword, there was the sound of wind cutting, followed by something hitting the ground.

All of it was parts of Pi Seong-yeol’s body.

Su-ho severed Pi Seong-yeol’s wrist, his arm, his ankles, and his legs.

"Aaaah!"

Pi Seong-yeol screamed.

Su-ho let him scream as much as he wanted.

Normally, he might have applied some healing, but he intentionally didn’t.

Hearing him scream, blood pouring from his neck, would be torment in itself.

After several rounds of this, Pi Seong-yeol could no longer stand properly.

“Ughhh...”

His neck was gone.

It was inevitable.

He had felt every part of his body being sliced, every moment of pain as it happened in real time.

As a horrible metal sound rose from his neck, Su-ho approached him, kicking the severed body parts aside.

Pi Seong-yeol was still struggling in agony.

Tears, snot, and saliva all mixed together.

But Su-ho didn’t care. He pulled a canister from his inventory, opened it, and poured the contents over Pi Seong-yeol.

“Pfft!”

Pi Seong-yeol spat out the contents in a panic.

For a moment, he suffered in misery, but soon, his face turned pale.

"H-Higan!"

"Yes, that’s exactly what you think it is."

Su-ho pulled out a match from his pocket and lit it.

Then, stepping back, he threw the match at Pi Seong-yeol.

"Ha, die!"

Whoosh!

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

Flames began to burn Pi Seong-yeol’s body.

What Su-ho had poured on him was oil.