I Entered an Academy in a Ruined Game

Chapter 115 : Kidnapping (2)

Throughout the dedicated road section stretching from the academy gate to the entrance, spanning dozens of kilometers, a specialized radar detecting mana anomalies was deployed.

As a result, Su-hyeon and Nam Tae-hoon had to run out with just their bodies, as if running a marathon, until that section.

By the time the two had moved beyond the radar's range, it was already well past 1 AM.

"Hoo. Hoo. Let's rest a bit. I'm going to die from lack of breath before we even find him."

Nam Tae-hoon, wiping off his drenched sweat, caught his breath.

"So, how do we go from here? Even to reach Gangneung city center, we still have to go dozens more kilometers."

At those words, Su-hyeon looked steadily at Nam Tae-hoon.

"What why."

"Your ability can transport me along with you, right?"

"...How did you know?"

"I have my ways of knowing."

"You're a ghost, a real ghost."

Nam Tae-hoon stuck out his tongue.

"But moving just myself versus taking you along is completely different. The mana consumption is enormous."

"Don't worry."

Su-hyeon said.

"From Gangneung onwards, I have another way to move, so if you just endure until there, you'll have plenty of time to recover your mana."

"Urgh."

"Then I'll be counting on you."

Su-hyeon placed his hand on Nam Tae-hoon's shoulder.

The two people, who instantly arrived at the outskirts of Gangneung city using "Shadow Movement" which instantly transports the body through shadows within sight, headed to a motorcycle dealership that had already closed its shutters and gone home.

Drrrrr!

Su-hyeon, who lifted the shutter with force, secured two sturdy motorcycles and then placed an envelope of money, more than the market price, in the corner of the store.

"Fortunately, they're well-fueled too. Must have been for test rides."

"I've never seen such a moral thief."

"I'm just minimizing the possibility of problems."

"Well, this way they probably won't even bother looking for them."

"Exactly."

Su-hyeon put on a mask used for fighting high-ranking Ma-in, completely covering his face.

"You wear one too."

"Okay."

The two then looked exactly like Execution Force members on a secret mission.

"Wow, anyway, we really jumped the fence. If a second-year did this it might be understandable, but if a first-year gets caught doing this, really..."

"Stop complaining."

"I'm saying you should feel some gravity of the situation. Why are you so calm?"

"Is this just a day or two?"

Su-hyeon responded indifferently.

'First, we need to find their hideout.'

"Where are we going now? You said you had a hunch?"

"First, we need to go to where Min-cheol hyung's company is."

"Where was that again."

"Between Eastern Seoul and Namyangju. Since it's dawn, if we ride properly, it should take less than two hours."

"Just in case, I'm asking this."

Nam Tae-hoon's face became serious.

"Do you have a license?"

"As if."

"I thought so."

By the time they arrived, it would be close to 4 AM.

'Seung-yeon will handle it well.'

"Let's get going first."

Vroooom!

The two minors rode motorcycles across the deserted dawn roads.

"Hey, aren't you going too fast?"

Nam Tae-hoon was terrified as he followed behind Su-hyeon.

'There's not much time.'

Su-hyeon, checking the time, clenched his molars.

'If he doesn't confess the information they want, then they'll make him open his mouth with all kinds of torture.'

The cruelty of the underworld was so severe that it was difficult to imagine for cadets growing up receiving elite education at this academy.

'The problem is that Park Min-cheol has unnecessarily high loyalty, so he won't usually answer such things.'

Suddenly.

He felt a fire rising in one corner of his calm heart.

'Just confess already. I'll handle the aftermath.'

Vrooooom!

Su-hyeon, who had increased his speed to the maximum, clenched his molars.

'Above all, we need to crush them quickly before that bastard gets involved.'

"Hmmmm."

Nam Tae-hoon, following behind Su-hyeon, muttered.

"This is unexpected."

He was surprised by Su-hyeon's uncharacteristic anger.

'No matter how I think about it, Park Min-cheol, that hyung doesn't have any background or anything, he's just an ordinary person.'

He knew there was a connection between the two, but he had heard that connection was merely working together for a few years before admission, processing demonic beast carcass byproducts.

If that's the case, is that guy really purely taking such a risk and making this fuss just to save a hyung he knows?

'Jeong Su-hyeon, you're an enigma.'

Conscious of the volume of the dagger well-hidden in his bosom,

Vroooom!

Nam Tae-hoon pulled the motorcycle's accelerator a notch higher.

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When the blindfold covering Park Min-cheol's eyes was removed,

He could immediately understand where he had been taken.

'This is brutal, you fucking bastards.'

Torture tools not properly cleaned of blood.

A bathtub and massage bed full of blood.

Hooks meant to hang people, not meat, a wall without a single window.

It was a basement whose purpose was transparently clear to anyone.

"I can hear this bastard's eyes rolling from here."

Looking at Park Min-cheol were five gangsters with their entire bodies plastered with scars and tattoos.

And in the corner, a pale-skinned man quietly folding his arms and looking at him, plus a middle-aged man with a fat build who appeared to be the boss, for a total of seven people.

"Hey hey, let's not waste time on both sides and make this easy, okay?"

The thug in charge of the interrogation said, tapping Park Min-cheol's cheek.

"Do you know what this room's nickname is? The Confession Room. After being touched a few times, people spill everything, even things they weren't asked. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, boss."

"You either go home with your limbs intact, or you leave with a few parts crippled. The choice is yours. I don't care."

"......"

Listening to the thug's menacing threats, Park Min-cheol rolled his eyes.

'That bastard, it's the guy from earlier!'

The man watching him along with the boss was the terrifying awakened one with strength who had instantly destroyed the iron door of the underground bunker hours ago.

'Judging by how the boss is also watching his reaction, as expected, the Big Bear Gang was just small fry, and behind them...'

Slap!

Park Min-cheol's head swung violently as he received a slap from a palm as big as a pot lid.

"Kid, where have you been rolling your eyeballs since earlier? Are you protesting, asking to have them plucked out?"

"N-no, sir."

Park Min-cheol hurriedly bowed his head.

'Ah, I'm fucked. With this level of intensity, they'll do anything to extract the information.'

A fear that couldn't be overcome by will alone weighed heavily on Park Min-cheol.

'Damn it. Fuck.'

"From now on, there's going to be a lot of blood splattering, so if you don't want to see it, you can step out for a moment."

The thug said, turning around, but the awakened one ignored him lightly as if he hadn't heard anything.

"...Uh, well. Shall we proceed then?"

"Do it quickly. We don't have time to spare."

At the boss's heavy voice, the thug bowed his head.

"Yes, big boss."

"Excuse me. I really don't know what's going on."

Rattle rattle.

Park Min-cheol spoke with his chin trembling, half sincere and half acting.

"Ah, really."

The thug let out a hollow laugh.

"This bastard still doesn't understand the situation."

Slap!

Park Min-cheol's face swung around and his nose bled.

"Are you saying I should believe you've been acting so brazenly without any backing?"

"I, I really am!"

"Oh really? I didn't know that. Isn't that right?"

When the thug asked, looking around, his subordinates snickered.

"That's right."

"Hehe. The kid plays cute."

"Looks like he's not going to talk, huh?"

"They're all like that at first. No matter what is done to them, they think they can keep their mouths shut tight."

Primitive malice glinted in the thug's eyes.

"Can you still do that when all your teeth are pulled out and your limbs are all crushed?"

"......"

Despite sweating buckets, Park Min-cheol still didn't open his mouth.

"Anyway, you have to taste it to know if it's shit or bean paste."

The thug laughed.

"Hey, bring the pliers. Let's start."

"Yes!"

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Two motorcycles entered the entertainment district at dawn.

"Is this the right place?"

Nam Tae-hoon asked, pointing to a gambling house where lights and noise leaked out, forgetting it was dawn.

"You can smell it just by looking. This is one of the Big Bear Gang's main business establishments."

Su-hyeon walked towards the two guards at the entrance.

"Hey, who are you guys!"

"Are these kids cosplaying as Execution Force members?"

'These guys don't back down even seeing the masks?'

Nam Tae-hoon glanced at Su-hyeon with such inner thoughts.

But Su-hyeon had no intention of wasting time arguing with them.

"You have no choice."

Su-hyeon said without beating around the bush.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Either cooperate with us and survive with your body intact, or be subdued and then confess. Either way, the result that I get the answer I want doesn't change."

"...What is this crazy bastard saying..."

Smack!

Before the words were even finished, one of the guards who got hit in the jaw by a jab at a speed that couldn't even be seen fell forward.

"Oops."

Nam Tae-hoon caught the falling man once and then gently laid him down.

"Even though it's early summer, you shouldn't sleep in a place like this."

"You bastards!"

The remaining guard, who finally realized this wasn't a joke, took out a sashimi knife from his bosom and stabbed at Su-hyeon, but.

Woosh!

Su-hyeon, like a ghost, avoided the thrust with a dynamic weaving motion, then.

Whack!

Planted a body blow right into his ribs.

"Keogh! Keheeeeek!"

The guard, who vomited everything he had eaten from that one blow, rolled on the ground.

"Damn it! Who the hell, kehuk! are you guys! Why are you doing this!"

"It seems you've committed so many sins that you don't even know why you're being punished."

Su-hyeon sneered as he looked down at the guard who was expressing his indignation.

"You guys, do you also kidnap people?"

"W-what are you talking about!"

The guard, who was suffering with gastric juices flowing out of his mouth, barely lifted his head and looked up at Su-hyeon.

"If you kidnap someone, there must be a place you take them. Just tell me that location. Probably hidden in the basement of the building your Big Bear Gang uses as a base."

"......"

'What is this bastard? Is he one of us?'

The guard's pupils shook.

"You would have followed for 2 weeks, up to a month or more. You would have thoroughly grasped the target's movements, living area, and connections, and kidnapped them when they were most off guard. You won't stop torturing until you get the information you want. You'll pluck out eyes, pull out fingernails, cut off toes, and tear through flesh and bone."

As Su-hyeon listed the methods as if he knew everything, the guard's face became like someone possessed by a ghost.

"No, I mean, at least tell me who was kidnapped..."

"So."

Su-hyeon cut off his words as if he couldn't hear them.

"It would be better for you to hope that the torture of your comrades starts as late as possible and is carried out as weakly as possible. Otherwise, you'll suffer the same pain next."

The guard felt his spine chill as his calm voice continued.

'What's with this guy? This killing intent is...'

"So your answer is the same. The sooner the better."

He gulped down dry saliva at the attitude that seemed like he already knew everything and was just checking.

"Speak."

"Th-there are so many members guarding that place. More than 30 people!"

"Doesn't matter."

Su-hyeon said.

'No, really.'

Nam Tae-hoon, watching their conversation, thought.

'How can 30 back-alley thugs stop that guy?'

It was almost laughable, such a wildly off-target threat.

Crunch!

"Aaagh!"

Su-hyeon, who stomped and ground the guard's hand, said in a cold voice.

"Stop wasting time. Did you think I wouldn't know?"

"Okay, I'll talk! I'll talk!"

'He's really pissed off.'

Nam Tae-hoon thought.

'He might cause an accident if we're not careful.'

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"Aaaaargh!"

Park Min-cheol's scream, as if he were being torn apart, filled the basement.

"Uuuurgh! Aaaagh!"

Below where his pinky finger should have been, with only blood trickling down from the roughly torn hole, Park Min-cheol's teeth clattered.

'Crazy bastards! Fuck!'

"What are you doing, I've only cut off one so far."

The thug laughed, wiggling the pliers stained red.

"Are you thinking about talking now? Well, okay. After I've done all of your left side, I'll ask again, so just wait a bit, got it?"

"Uuuugh."

At Park Min-cheol's expression, which was only grimacing without begging for help or saying he would talk, the thug clicked his tongue.

"You're not thinking someone will come rescue you, are you? This is troublesome. Even so, your fingers won't come back."

Crunch!

The thug, who ground Park Min-cheol's pinky finger as if putting out a cigarette, ordered.

"Hey, burn that."

"Yes, sir!"

Fwoosh!

"Hey, it burns well. You must have a bit more body fat?"

After spraying oil and setting it on fire, his finger burned to the point where it would be completely impossible to heal.

"Let's see, next should I pull out the middle finger? No, first the fingernails..."

As the thug smiled basely while looking for the next target, his ears heard.

"Huh?"

Kwaaaang!

The sound of the iron door being smashed.

"What bastard is this!"

"Ex-Execution Force?"

"What! Execution Force, you say?"

While gazing at the astonished members.

"No one."

The sound of Su-hyeon's molars grinding could be heard from behind the mask.

"Gets past me."