I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

164 – Necrosis (15)

“You’re late.”

At that, the child immediately turned his gaze to the table.

On the table lay a hammer, belt and shoes.

Now it’s time for ‘picking a hawk’. It’s up to you to choose what suits you.

The owner also waited without saying anything.

Abusive Most amateurs would have picked out their shoes here. Because it seems the safest.

But that shouldn’t be the case.

It is different for a child who has experienced enough abuse at a single-digit age and has reached the level of a professional.

He picked up the hammer without hesitation and held it out to the owner.

Why?

If you want to kill it, kill it. Let’s go somewhere to the end.

That was the intention.

The child smiled and put a hammer in his hand.

“This f*cking bastard is not sprouted!”

The owner threw the hammer on the floor, grabbed the belt and hit him on the shoulder.

This is the reaction I wanted. If you wait like this for a while until the anger is relieved, the owner who didn’t think about his physical strength due to anger will fall out first.

‘Stupid pig.’

The child held back the laughter that was about to burst out and endured the pain.

I look forward to tomorrow.

It’s a tomorrow that I haven’t really hoped for in the past, but today was different.

‘I can learn letters!’

If he sees a light in the direction of tomorrow, he can welcome tomorrow with joy.

You can spread your wings while looking at the east, which has always held your breath in agony. The feathers of the wings will have the names of various signboards and books that you have been wanting to know about.

‘Letter!’

Even the sound of swinging the wind-removing belt couldn’t tear his hope apart. His hopes had already soared up to tomorrow, and he could not take his breath away from today’s violence.

Pretending to be sulking, they refused, but they persisted in trying to come to this side. A child who can look into people’s eyes and understand their intentions was convinced that even if they had a dark heart, that black heart could not harm them.

There was affection in their eyes.

The emotion of love that a child had not yet felt was right there.

He felt awkward about it because it was a feeling he had never directed at himself, but he didn’t think it was particularly bad.

Today I was able to endure the whipping of someone cutting my flesh. Fruit comes to those who persevere.

It’s okay.

Even if there is pain today.

It’s okay because there is hope for tomorrow.

I have heard that this bizarre yet incomprehensible violence is the punishment that slaves deserve. So be patient.

If you endure today, you can see tomorrow.

Thinking that way, even this whipping feels like an impetus.

Like when you see a horse and tell it to run fast, you lose your mind and whip it to meet tomorrow quickly.

To meet tomorrow faster than anyone else.

“Cheuk…”

“This baby smiles? Hey Bar! What is it funny? What is it funny? Is the master funny? Hey, the idiot! Hey!

f*ck!

The owner threw the belt and kicked the child in the stomach. What was inside her vomited and the child rolled on the floor.

“Oh damn dirty! Hey, since this is dinner tonight, you can eat it, okay?”

The owner strode forward and grabbed the child by the hair and lifted him up.

“Huh? Shiba… Don’t ignore it.”

“Cheuk… hahahaha!!!”

A child feels a great stimulus to peripheral words such as poop or dick. The pun he had just come up with gave him a stimulus comparable to that.

Once burst into laughter, it seldom stops. The child laughed hard.

“hahahaha!!!”

“What, what is it? Are you crazy?”

Seeing the child laughing while being beaten, the owner felt fear. It was only natural that he brought out joy in response to the pain. Human beings feel offended when something that they think is natural is violated.

Tung!

The child’s head fell back to the ground, but the laughter did not stop.

“hahahahaha!!”

It went beyond admiration for its own wit and was destined for ridicule.

Stupid owner, stupid pig! The more I hit like that, the better I get. It was a way to ignore the night others enjoyed and head straight for the morning.

“…Shiba.”

The owner, who had been watching the child fearfully, suddenly felt fear. He was afraid that the fact that he was afraid of the child would go viral. That fear soon turned to shame, and shame soon turned to anger.

The owner raised a hammer.

“Is this bastard ignoring me?”

“Ha ha ha!!”

We greeted tomorrow by singing and receiving hope from the angry man. It was a good night.

Kwajik!

**

It was a terrible night.

What you see inside the window is a real landscape embodied like a shadow play. A vivid reality that is happening right now. Only one adult was visible, and no other characters were visible.

However, I could guess what he was doing. Arm movements incessantly repeated, shouts that lingered through the night incessantly, as if talking to someone. Occasionally, someone’s hard-blocked moaning could be heard between the shouts.

A scene of abuse. A scene in which the strong who need to protect someone commit violence without hesitation against the weak who need to be protected by someone.

“Oops, oops!”

I couldn’t move my feet because the scenery was so unrealistic like a play.

It was a small dot that awakened that dazed consciousness. A very small black dot splattered on the window.

If you look inside, the red dot is obvious.

“…Ah.”

I stretched out my feet as if possessed. Her splattered blood pushed her through her window. Not in the opposite direction, but inward.

“No.”

Like a person whose back was pushed in zero gravity, she headed inside the house without stopping. None of her stopped her. No one could stop

“No!”

Bang. When the locked door was broken, a roar filled the damp, quiet mansion.

Without hesitation, Innis entered the room where he could see the shadow.

“Who, who are you!”

The owner, embarrassed by the stranger he saw for the first time, raised his voice, but was not heard. The only thing that still rang in her ears was the sound of the drops of blood hitting the window. She looked around blankly.

A hammer that fell on the floor, vomit and blood were scattered. The heartless red thing flowing from the head of the child who was laughing and playing together until now.

Innis did not hesitate.

“Do you know who I am… Keke!”

“I don’t know.”

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I don’t even want to know. Without hesitation, she took the dagger from the holder on her thigh and thrust it into his throat.

The child’s future life? I don’t know. I only know one thing. It’s just hypocrisy to run away pretending to care for the child’s future.

The pig, startled by the sudden foreign object, went wild.

It was too easy compared to catching monsters. The infinitely huge man who stood in front of the weak was pierced by a blade less than a span of his hand, and his life was shattered.

“Uh, uh, uh… Uh…”

She didn’t know what she was going to say, but whenever she said it, blood gushed out of her mouth and was unpleasant.

Innis drew his dagger and thrust it back into his body. His blood spattered like meteors. The walls were displayed like constellations, and the world became a bloody galaxy.

For the sake of her beloved, she shed her blood.

A long time has passed. Even if she had met him, she could express it that way.

Even if someone denies it, Innis will say that the time he spent with him was long.

My life so far has been short, and my life since I met him has been long.

Just as her glass melts and lengthens, she lengthens her time by burning her heart to Eva.

The first spark burned him.

The second flame was saved by him.

The third flame was ignited by love.

He killed a person with a determined hand to protect him. There was no guilt whatsoever.

The thing that killed people was mere dagger skill for self-defense, not magic skills that had been honed.

Why did you kill someone?

“The person I love… Is not the one to be persecuted by you!”

To save him.

The bloody dagger was the biggest flagpole of all.

The blue collar was this night, the white collar was the clothes she swayed as she moved, and the red collar was her fiery red eyes.

Everything about her was freedom and became a revolution.

She became free for the child and spread her bloody wings across the world. Because the child is now gone tomorrow, he could not see the death of someone who was present today. It was a small gift to be placed by the bedside like a Christmas present.

It was a weird time, a weird redemption.

When he first came to this world, the woman who first burned him burned her love for him in this world.

“…Innis.”

“Did I just kill someone?”

I asked the two people who came after me.

“Did I commit a great sin of ruining my child’s future?”

The answer came back.

“No.”

Wiz asserted.

“You just killed the demon. I’ll make it clear.”

The person who killed him first in another world brought him back to life for the first time in this world.

To the person who regained his freedom, he gave it as a gift.

Innis was the culprit of everything.

Forcing him out of this city at first, making him suffer in many places, and finally reaching her world.

The savior who freed his feet.

The one who saved the person he loved because he saved him, the destroyer of his life because he loved him.

His free wings that gave him the happiness he longed for the most.

Splattered blood enveloped him like sunlight.

“Yes, I see…”

Innis, swallowed up by a sense of exhaustion from the extreme emotional exhaustion, sat on the floor in a daze.

After Stella’s mouth moved a few times, her starlight enveloped her corpse and sent it away. The dried blood on the floor disappeared like a river.

Wiz healed the wound on her child’s head with her wand.

Everything in this place faded like a night’s dream.

Soon, their bodies too.

The world takes care of the cracks and repairs them.

The strangers who have crossed the dimension are living rifts.

After a while, they disappear from the world where they shouldn’t exist.

Stella thought.

‘We must have been the culprits.’

The culprit of a murder case that is treated unusually even in this era. The criminal who gave him his freedom.

‘We are here because we met Eva, and she gave us a chance to meet.’

Her gaze gradually turned to Innis.

“Thank you.”

Stella remembers her when she was with Eva.

A girl who was shy about her love for the first time.

A girl who was ashamed of the fact that she would commit sudden acts due to huge and unfamiliar emotions, and occasionally spit out strange words.

She knew shyness better than anyone else, and she was timid, but she was more courageous than anyone else.

The shame of love was a reason not to look away, and the shame of neglecting a child was a reason to act.

Killing people out of shame was necrosis.

In the end, before tomorrow comes, their appearance becomes transparent and disappears.

The child opened his eyes.

The child who became alone waited endlessly for people inside her mansion. She wasn’t the owner, she was the women I met yesterday.

Night and dawn came, but they did not come.

“Ah…”

A stake was driven into her child’s heart.

It was the first time she had put so much trust in someone, and it was a feeling of betrayal.

Iba’s distrust of humans was the first trigger.

Salvation has always been with destruction.