Chapter 607. Overwhelmed, Again (2)

Chapter 607. Overwhelmed, Again (2)

Director Choi's mind was too chaotic to think straight.

His body was too aged to withstand the former knight Wiggins' sword strike. Hoping to emerge unscathed when his younger and more virile self wouldn't have succeeded was asking for an impossible miracle.

'Utterly crushed' perfectly described Director Choi's current physical condition. That was how thoroughly he was beaten up.

“Kkeuh... wuuuk...”

Director Choi couldn't even move a finger. The pain and agony were so severe that dying seemed the better option. It felt like a terrifying grim reaper was stealthily approaching him from behind!

'Well, I have lived a long life, so there's that...'

Indeed, he had been living for too long. People he called his acquaintances who were still alive were all in this place, after all! As such, Director Choi thought he could calmly accept his fate. He had already transcended past things like lingering attachment to life and...

'...Who am I trying to fool here?!'

Which insane son of a b*tch would calmly accept his death?! Who would remain unaffected and aloof by the idea of dying!

Since he had lived a long and fulfilling life, it was time to go? What a dogsh*t notion that was!

People accepted death because they couldn't avoid it. If avoiding it was possible, who would gladly let death come for them?! Director Choi would rather roll around in the field of literal dogsh*t if that meant he could stay in the world of living.

He's old, so he should go? He had lived a good life, so he should accept it like a man?

Ask any young man if they wouldn't mind dying since they had lived longer than little kids. How would they reply to that idiotic question?

Losing the fear of death after getting older was nothing more than a fantasy. Death was an existence that instilled an equal amount of fear in everyone's heart!

'No, I want to live!'

Director Choi didn't want to die. He wanted to live longer. Only by reaching this point in his life did he realize something important.

Honor? Power? None of those things mattered in the question of life or death. After all, one needed to be alive first to enjoy wielding power or revel in honor and prestige!

If only he hadn't opposed Kang Jin-Ho! Director Choi wouldn't be trembling pathetically like this as the fear of impending death choked him mercilessly.

That was when he sensed the presence of someone right behind him.

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That couldn't be it. For a supposed grim reaper, that presence was far too easy to notice. Didn't that mean Director Choi was still alive?

“Now, then. Get up.”

Director Choi's body shuddered, and his skin crawled. That voice... Maybe it really was a grim reaper? Despite knowing that couldn't be it, he couldn't explain how a human could speak in such an icy voice unless they really were a grim reaper!

“Get up.”

Director Choi weakly turned his head to look. Even that simple action seemed to suck out every ounce of energy still in him. However, he simply had to confirm who the owner of that chilling voice was. He simply must!

“...Ah.” Director Choi discovered Wiggins standing behind him, but the former knight's expression as he stared back made the weakened martial artist gasp fearfully.

That should be Wiggins, the former knight of the Round Table. However...!

'Is he really the same man?'

The facial features were the same, and so was his attire. Director Choi's eyes assured him that he was still looking at Wiggins. However, the presence emitted by the former knight greatly differed from what Director Choi had felt before.

This man... couldn't be the same person from a minute ago!

“I said, get up,” Wiggins repeated himself three times.

***

“Hmm...” Wiggins grunted while standing up, then called out to the interpreter. “You, there. Come closer.”

“Y-you mean... me, sir?”

“Yes. I don't see anyone still standing here beside you, young man. Do you think I should call someone else, then?”

“N-no, sir!”

“Good. Since you can understand me perfectly well, will you be kind enough to take out my handkerchief from my back pocket?”

“Y-yes, sir!” The interpreter hurriedly rushed up to Wiggins' back, then cautiously took out a handkerchief from the former knight's rear pocket and presented it like a well-behaved manservant. “H-here it is, sir!”

“Thank you for your speedy service, young man.” Wiggins chuckled and wiped his face, then his hands.

A martial artist leaving his back exposed to another like this was asking for trouble, but the interpreter dared not hold any untoward thoughts. A puppy looking at an adult tiger's exposed back wouldn't jump on this supposed chance, after all!

“Don’t you think this is so bizarre?” Wiggins relaxedly muttered.

“...?”

“Even if humans can see the end result already, they still need to experience the torture first to comprehend their situation. They all think they are different from everyone else while waltzing blindly into a death trap. Rather similar to how idiots either flock to casinos or dump their life savings in the stock market in the hopes of winning that jackpot. Wouldn't you agree?”

“Y-yes, sir. It is.”

“Oh, so you think so, too?”

The interpreter couldn't say anything else and froze up. 'This insane bastard...!'

A human being with a conscience should not behave this way. Wiggins had quite literally stomped and trampled Director Choi mercilessly. A person with morals wouldn't treat an injured man like that!

“Listen, young man.”

“Y-yes, sir? Y-yes, sir! I'm listening!”

“Why do you think you are left unscathed?”

“I, uh... I don't know, sir.”

“Soon, some people will show up to clean this place up. Your job is to help them identify each and every one here and apprehend these folks. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir! I'll definitely remember!”

Wiggins meaningfully glanced at the interpreter. “Good. As for what you saw today...”

“I, I swear never to tell anyone, sir!”

“No, no, no. Young man, you need to talk about it.”

The interpreter faltered in confusion. “I, uh... I don't follow?”

“Do you know how stressful it is when people see you as a migrant laborer all the time? So, I want you to let others know I'm this strong. I hope you catch my drift.”

“...Ah! Yes, sir, I do!”

Wiggins lightly patted the interpreter on the shoulder before turning around to leave. “Then, I should get going before Elena gets mad at me.”

In a way, he could call this battle a bit of a letdown. However, if his very first fight in South Korea had been too challenging for him... That might have signaled the existence of a concerning issue with Wiggins.

'Things are bound to get more interesting in the future...'

Wiggins relaxedly looked up at the night sky. He couldn't see a single star up there, and this sight reminded him of London's night sky.

“Hmm. A perfect night for my lord to cut loose, then?”

Nights were that man's domain, after all!