Breaking Up with the Heroine of the Female-Oriented Game - Chapter 157

Chapter 157

vs Yoo Dahee (3)

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“Haa, haa, huu.”

Yoo Dahee panted heavily.

Her chest rose and fell without pause as she carefully gauged her body’s condition.

Every breath sent sharp, throbbing pain radiating from her fractured ribs.

Her torn mouth was filled with the taste of blood, and her body was covered with cuts, burns, gashes, and bruises.

To put it simply, there was no part of her that was unscathed.

Of course, aside from the ribs, there weren’t any life-threatening injuries, but the countless minor wounds were gnawing at her relentlessly.

And what about the heroes?

Thanks to Yoo Dahee’s relentless effort, she had managed to take down about half of them. But conversely, that meant half still remained.

Lee Jinhyuk’s group had also sustained considerable injuries, and their stamina was depleted, but honestly, it couldn’t compare to Yoo Dahee’s current state.

The strongest among them—Han Incheol, Baek Nam-il, Jin Soyeon, Baek Yoorin, and Lee Jinhyuk—were all virtually unscathed.

For Yoo Dahee, it was an undeniably tough situation.

Continuing to fight in this state… the outcome was all too predictable.

“Yoo Dahee.”

Han Incheol, who seemed just as fatigued, slowly spoke as he caught his breath.

“Surrender now. Further resistance is meaningless.”

“Haa, haa, surrender?”

“Yes. Or would you rather see this through to the end?”

“Huu, huu… the end, the end…”

Yoo Dahee bit her lower lip in frustration.

“The end… here?”

Han Incheol was right.

In this battered body, she couldn’t last much longer.

That’s why he was posing the question.

Would she surrender obediently, or fight until her death?

“…”

Yoo Dahee gazed up at the sky with blurred vision, her mind racing as she pondered.

Do I meet my end here?

At the hands of these guys?

Me, Yoo Dahee?

Caught in a desperate situation where neither fleeing nor winning the fight was conceivable…

Yoo Dahee chewed her lower lip bitterly.

No sharp solution sprang to mind.

Her thoughts were a complete blank.

“…”

Suddenly, she hung her head low.

The heroes watched her intently, their expressions cautious.

But Yoo Dahee remained motionless, simply standing still with her head lowered, maintaining her silence.

Why was she just standing there like that?

Was she giving up?

Or perhaps catching her breath?

If so, they couldn’t afford to leave her alone.

Should they attack?

…Just as they were pondering these questions—

“Heh.”

Yoo Dahee let out a faint laugh.

“Heh, heh, heheh.”

A low chuckle escaped her bloodied lips.

“Hah, haha, hahaha.”

The heroes shuddered slightly, unsettled by the sight of Yoo Dahee, drenched in blood, laughing maniacally.

Suddenly, Yoo Dahee snapped her head up, glaring directly into the eyes of the heroes.

Her gaze resembled that of a wild beast.

The heroes flinched, their shoulders trembling.

“Haha… really.”

Her laugh abruptly stopped.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been this cornered, I almost forgot.”

She shook her head, casually wiping away her blood-soaked hair.

“Yeah, this is it. A real fight should be like this—bloodshed, betting your life, where it’s not strange for either to die. But these days, winning so easily has just been boring.”

Yoo Dahee grinned with ferocious eyes.

“Well… it’s not like I was always this strong. There was a time when I was pretty weak too.”

The atmosphere around her shifted.

“Back then, I often came close to dying against ridiculously strong monsters or other villains.”

When Yoo Dahee first walked her path as a villain, she was special, yet weak at the same time.

“You know… Do you want to know how I survived those crises?”

If running away was possible, it was always the best option.

But when she couldn’t escape—

There was only ever one choice for her.

“Let me show you exactly how I overcame those kinds of situations.”

She always broke through head-on.

Whenever escape wasn’t an option, she’d tear through the crisis and turn it into an opportunity.

“You mean… you’re willing to accept punishment?”

“Hah. Old man, why are you acting like you’ve already won? Isn’t it too early to be celebrating? You never know until you try.”

“Foolish girl.”

Han Incheol clicked his tongue.

His warning to surrender had been his last act of mercy as a hero.

If Yoo Dahee had yielded, there might have been room for negotiation.

But should she continue resisting, there would be no intention of sparing her.

She was simply too dangerous to let live.

Not to mention, she had killed and disgraced his dear friends—it was inevitable that some personal feelings were involved.

In the end, this girl was choosing her own death.

Yoo Dahee.

In that case, there would be no more mercy.

“I’ll show no more restraint. Let us settle this once and for all.”

“Haaaaah!”

Grabbing his Yeoui Cudgel tightly, Han Incheol let out a battle cry as Yoo Dahee charged head-on with a loud roar.

Watching her recklessly charge at him, Han Incheol sneered.

Foolish.

Incredibly foolish.

No matter how loud she screamed while charging, nothing would change.

She seemed intent on expending her last remaining strength in a desperate attack, but she’d eventually collapse under her own exhaustion; her stamina was almost gone.

Han Incheol spoke calmly.

“Hold formation and focus on defense.”

Remaining as composed as a battle-hardened veteran, Han Incheol kept his cool despite Yoo Dahee charging at them like a beast.

“She’s already worn out. We just need to hold out until her stamina is completely drained.”

“Yes, Elder.”

Han Incheol, Baek Nam-il, Baek Yoorin, Jin Soyeon, and Yoo Dahee clashed.

Boom!

The Yeoui Cudgel, swords, shields, and fists collided with deafening force.

Yoo Dahee swung her fists relentlessly.

Her fierce punches resembled a raging storm.

Du-du-du-du-du!

But Han Incheol remained like the eye of that storm—utterly calm.

He deflected and parried her attacks with the gentle flow of a breeze, an impenetrable defense only a master of staff combat could achieve. It was the epitome of graceful strength—unyielding, yet fluid.

‘A simpleton.’

Yoo Dahee was recklessly overextending herself.

Neglecting her own body, she allowed small wounds to accumulate as she pushed forward with sheer aggression.

Perhaps she aimed to strike before her energy completely drained.

But Yoo Dahee—

Such thinking is foolish.

There’s no way you can break through the heroes’ formation in such a short time.

If you were only facing Han Incheol, perhaps you’d stand a chance of breaking through quickly.

However, there are many exceptional heroes present here.

With Han Incheol, Baek Nam-il, Baek Yoorin, and Jin Soyeon, the synergy between them was more than enough to stifle Yoo Dahee’s movements and block her attacks.

Indeed, these four were holding the line against her unrelenting punches.

“Haa, aaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Bam! Boom! Clang! Clang clang clang bang! Boom! Clang!

Even as countless strikes rained down upon her from the heroes, she did not stop her assault.

Her persistence was terrifying, like that of a wild beast—driven only by the desire to taste blood, recklessly crashing into her enemies regardless of her own injuries.

Some of the heroes couldn’t help but feel a bit of fear as they watched her.

Is she really human? Or just a wild animal?

“It won’t be long now, soon! She’ll tire herself out.”

Clang! Clang bang bang! Boom! Clang clang clang clang!

“Just hold out a little longer, just a little.”

Clang! Clang! Boom-bang! Boom! Boom boom bang!

“Just… a little?”

Clang clang clang! Boom boom! Clang, boom bang! Boom boom clang clang!

“Wait, no? This girl…?”

A sharp, metallic sound reverberated endlessly, created by her fists clashing with the Yeoui Cudgel, swords, and shields. Despite the passage of time, the sound wasn’t diminishing—it was growing louder, sharper.

Was Yoo Dahee not getting tired at all? Her punches hadn’t stopped.

The injuries covering her body were severe, yet…

Why wasn’t she stopping?

‘No, wait. Yoo Dahee is definitely getting tired. I can see her punches slowing down.’

Her fists were undeniably slowing down.

But…

‘Even so, her movements are becoming more refined.’

Each punch she threw became more efficient.

Her movements minimized waste, with perfect balance and impeccable angles, delivering maximum impact.

Every time she struck, her breathing, muscles, and posture adjusted in real-time, perfectly aligning to suit her body’s current state.

It wasn’t just about minor corrections.

Rather, she was repeatedly refining and improving her form with each attempt—all to break through the heroes’ defense.

‘Could it be?’

In simpler terms, she was growing in real-time.

Yes, this was far closer to evolution than growth.

Her gradually improving performance had begun to skyrocket—to an exponential degree.

‘Is… is she getting even stronger? How is this possible? Who the hell is she…?’

Even though Yoo Dahee still wasn’t fully grown, she boasted the strength of a Single Ranker.

Yet, as if that wasn’t enough, she was now growing even stronger.

Her raw talent was utterly monstrous.

Throughout the history of both heroes and villains—had there ever been a human being with such absurd potential?

‘We have to stop it. We have to stop her growth! We can’t let her awaken that talent!’

Han Incheol thought.

If they didn’t cut off her growth now, they might never be able to undo the damage later.

Should this monstrous girl survive, the worst villain the world had ever seen might be born.

“This… this girl! Baek Nam-il!”

“Yes!”

There was no need for lengthy explanations—Baek Nam-il immediately understood the gravity of the situation.

After all, he had sensed it just like Han Incheol had.

They had to stop her before she grew even stronger.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Yoo Dahee charged forward with even more ferocity.

The remaining heroes poured all their strength into stopping her.

Boom! Boom! Baaaam!

Fire, lightning, storms—every element converged on her.

The heroes’ ceaseless onslaught only provoked Yoo Dahee’s latent talents further. The attacks that failed to kill her only made her stronger.

‘No, this… this can’t be happening.’

Han Incheol grit his teeth.

The life-threatening duel, the mortal wounds…

The desperate struggle activated something terrible within Yoo Dahee’s untapped potential.

“Aah?”

Crack!

“Wh-what?!”

Han Incheol let out a startled gasp.

The Yeoui Cudgel, the fabled weapon he had wielded all his life, shattered into two under Yoo Dahee’s fist.

That single strike…

It carried a profound mystery, a technique Han Incheol—considered a master in his prime—couldn’t even fathom.

Though it looked like a mere punch, it twisted the fabric of space itself, filled with indescribable precision and insight.

Han Incheol could hardly believe it.

This level of mastery… even he had never reached such heights in his prime.

But this young girl had done it.

“No… have you surpassed that realm? A mere villain like you?”

“Haa, haa, haa… What are you talking about?”

Without waiting for his answer, Yoo Dahee struck again, this time aiming directly at Han Incheol’s chin.

Han Incheol shot backward, blood spraying from his mouth as he was sent flying.

“Master!”

Baek Nam-il shouted in shock.

Though it seemed Han Incheol wasn’t dead, he was in no condition to fight further.

This meant they had no way to stop Yoo Dahee now.

Without Han Incheol, their frontline had crumbled.

Without a frontline, defeat was inevitable.

Baek Nam-il and Baek Yoorin gritted their teeth, desperately trying anything to hold Yoo Dahee in place.

But…

“Huuu… You know it’s all over now, don’t you?”

Clang!

Baek Yoorin’s sword snapped in two.

Her treasured relic, the Cheongwol Mugum, broke as easily as a twig, leaving Baek Yoorin wide-eyed in disbelief.

She could no longer resist.

Against the fully blossomed talents of the worst villain Yoo Dahee had now become… no one could stop her.

“Y-you!”

“Goodbye, Yoorin.”

Yoo Dahee clenched her fists once more, aiming directly for Baek Yoorin.

Her punch, filled with unfathomable mystery and precision, shot toward Baek Yoorin’s throat like a beam of light.

“…”

Watching the strike approaching, Baek Yoorin thought despondently.

So, this is how it ends.

I knew Yoo Dahee was a genius, but I never thought she’d grow this insanely fast.

‘…What’s going to happen now?’

With Yoo Dahee’s monstrous growth, now a full-fledged villain, no one—not even the entire world combined—would be able to stop her.

She’ll keep growing stronger from here on out.

No matter how I think about it, there’s no stopping her.

Was there anyone left in this world who could stand up to the worst villain mankind had ever seen?

Anyone, except for one person…

“Stop.”

Swoosh.

The sound of flesh tearing filled the air, followed by the splatter of blood.

Yoo Dahee winced and took a quick step back, frowning.

She glanced down at her torso.

A diagonal slash mark opened across her abdomen. While her bones and organs remained intact, blood steadily poured from the wound.

“Are you okay, Yoorin?”

“Jin Soyeon… that just now…”

Baek Yoorin had seen it.

The single, swift strike Jin Soyeon had unleashed.

It was as if she had compressed space itself, cutting cleanly through everything.

That strike—it lingered vividly in Baek Yoorin’s mind.

It was the perfect sword technique she had long yearned for.

It reminded her of her grandfather, the greatest swordsman Korea had ever known—no, it surpassed even that.

Yet, it wasn’t her legendary grandfather standing before her.

It was Jin Soyeon—someone who hadn’t even reached adulthood.

“…”

Yoo Dahee gazed down at her wound silently.

The cut was clean, almost artistic.

Incredible, Jin Soyeon. Truly incredible.

“To think I wasn’t even slacking.”

Despite being on guard for any possible ambush, Jin Soyeon had effortlessly found and exploited the smallest gap in her defenses.

Had Yoo Dahee focused solely on defense, she could’ve dodged it.

But she hadn’t bothered to.

She was just cautious enough, maintaining a moderate level of vigilance.

Because she’d believed it was enough.

At least, it had been enough several minutes ago—against the Jin Soyeon of the past.

“I see now, Jin Soyeon.”

A grin spread across Yoo Dahee’s face, bearing her teeth in amusement.

“You’ve grown too, haven’t you?”

It was the smile of someone looking at their one and only kin.

“You’ve used our duel as your stepping stone.”

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