The Weapon Genius: Anything I Hold Can Kill-Chapter 13: Now What?

The street was quiet.

No more fighting. No more screaming.

Just the four of them—standing over the unconscious girl.

Blood dripped down her arms, soaking into her torn jumpsuit. The wounds Jin left on her body were fresh, still leaking, but not deep enough to be fatal.

Her chest rose and fell weakly.

Jin barely felt the broken pipes in his hands anymore. His knuckles had gone numb, stiff with dried blood—hers and his.

For a long time, no one spoke.

Then—Echo exhaled.

"She wasn't born like this."

His voice came out glitched, fragmented. Quiet.

"She was made into this."

Jin turned to him.

Echo wasn't looking at the girl.

His gaze was distant. Unfocused. Like he was somewhere else.

Jin felt a slight, uncomfortable shift in his chest.

"Someone did this to her," Echo said barely above a whisper.

Joon-seok scoffed.

"So what?"

His voice was flat. Uncaring.

"She still killed people."

Joon-seok crossed his arms.

"She's dangerous," he said simply. "If we let her go, she'll just do it again."

Seul-ki flinched slightly.

She looked at the girl—then at the empty streets around them. At the blood, the shattered glass, the crumbling city.

"...If things were normal like before," she muttered, "maybe she could've been helped."

Jin's fingers twitched.

That sense of normal.

It felt so far away now.

Seul-ki shook her head.

"But now?" she murmured. "Now there's no system left to help people like her."

Jin closed his eyes for a moment.

His ribs ached. His arms felt like lead.

He didn't want to do this.

Didn't want to be the one to say it.

But he had to.

"We can't help her."

His voice was low. Steady.

The others looked at him.

"She's too dangerous to take with us," he said, forcing himself to meet their eyes.

"And we can't waste time trying to fix something thats already broken."

Silence.

No one argued.

Jin had given the answer. They all knew it was the right one.

But it didn't make it any easier.

The girl wasn't moving.

Her breathing was ragged and unsteady. Each breath sounded shallow and strained, like her body was fighting to keep going.

Her hands twitched slightly in the dirt, but she didn't wake up.

Jin forced himself to keep looking at her.

Just a few minutes ago, she had tried to kill them.

Now? She looked small. Weak.

Almost... pathetic.

But he knew better.

He gritted his teeth and took a slow step back.

They had made their decision.

That was it.

Seul-ki turned away first.

Her jaw was tight, her fingers curled into small fists at her sides.

She looked like she wanted to say something—but didn't.

Joon-seok let out a slow breath through his nose, crossing his arms.

"...We're really leaving her like this?"

It wasn't an argument.

Just a statement.

Jin didn't answer right away.

Instead, he turned to Echo.

The other man had been the quietest since the fight ended.

His usual glitched, broken voice was silent.

He just stood there, staring down at her.

Jin couldn't read his expression.

But something in his posture was tense.

Torn.

Echo exhaled slowly.

"...She never had a chance."

His voice was rough, uneven.

Jin frowned. "What?"

Echo shook his head.

"She's just a kid," he muttered. "Not even eighteen yet."

Jin didn't react.

Echo continued, his voice lower now.

"She wasn't just some monster."

"She was made into this."

Joon-seok scoffed.

"That doesn't change what she did."

Echo's lips pressed into a thin line.

"No," he said quietly. "It doesn't."

And that was the worst part.

Seul-ki hesitated, then stepped forward.

She crouched beside the girl, pressing two fingers against her neck.

A long silence.

Then—

"...She's still breathing," she murmured.

Joon-seok muttered something under his breath.

It was impossible to tell if he was relieved or disappointed.

Seul-ki bit her lip.

"...Do you think she'll survive?"

No one answered.

Because none of them knew.

Jin exhaled sharply.

"...We should go."

The others didn't argue.

One by one, they turned away.

Jin didn't look back.

None of them did.

Even though they all wanted to.

But they kept moving.

Because if they stopped—they might start second-guessing themselves.

And with how things are now, there was no room for regret.

The silence between them felt heavier now.

Jin wasn't sure if it was exhaustion or the weight of what they had just done. Maybe both.

But it didn't matter.

They needed to keep moving.

And more importantly—they needed a plan.

Jin glanced down at his empty hands.

For the first time since this nightmare started, he was unarmed.

His broken pipe had finally snapped.

The last fight had pushed it past its limit. Now, it was just another piece of trash on the street.

And without it—he had nothing.

Jin exhaled sharply.

"...I need a new weapon."

The words broke the silence.

Joon-seok frowned. "Something else?"

Jin flexed his fingers slightly. They felt light. Empty.

It was a bad feeling.

"This thing's gone," he muttered. "I won't be able to fight like this."

A pause.

Then—Echo sighed.

"Yeah. No shit."

Seul-ki frowned, glancing around. "Okay... but where do we even find weapons?"

Jin hesitated.

That was the problem.

His eyes drifted across the ruined streets.

Then, he saw them.

The bodies.

Some were torn apart—monsters.

But some...

Some had been killed by people.

His stomach turned slightly.

It wasn't just the creatures anymore.

Humans were turning on each other.

Jin's fingers curled slightly.

"The system's forcing people to kill," Jin muttered.

Seul-ki tensed.

Echo exhaled. "Yeah. We noticed."

Joon-seok rubbed the back of his neck.

"This whole thing is fucked up," he muttered.

"At first, it was just about surviving. But now..."

He didn't finish.

He didn't need to.

Jin understood.

This wasn't just about who could survive.

It was about who could kill.

And the longer they stayed out here, the worse it would get.

Jin exhaled. "We need to be prepared."

Seul-ki hesitated.

"...Then shouldn't we be looking for law enforcement?"

Jin glanced at her.

She bit her lip. "If people are turning on each other, wouldn't the police be trying to stop it?"

Joon-seok scoffed. "You think the cops are still holding things together?"

Seul-ki didn't answer right away.

But she looked at the streets.

At the wreckage.

At the bodies.

"...I don't know," she admitted.

"But if they are, wouldn't that be the safest place for us?"

Jin frowned.

She had a point.

If the system's quest was pushing people into a free-for-all slaughter, then the police station might be one of the few places that still had some kind of structure.

And if that was the case...

"They might be able to protect us," he muttered.

Joon-seok didn't look convinced.

"Or they might already be dead."

Seul-ki hesitated.

"But if they aren't?"

Joon-seok rubbed the back of his neck.

"Then what? We show up, and they magically save us?"

Jin shook his head.

"No."

"But they might have weapons. Resources. And if the police are still holding things together, they might know what the hell is happening."

Echo exhaled, his hands still in his pockets.

"Even if it's a risk, it's better than wandering around aimlessly."

Another silence.

Then—Joon-seok let out a slow breath.

"...Fine."

"But if it's bad, we don't stay."

Jin nodded. "Agreed."

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Seul-ki still looked uncertain, but she didn't argue.

And Echo?

He just started walking.

"Well, let's find out."

And with that—they set off.