I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 129

Chapter 129
The Executioner Sent by God

“Hmm, so you gave each of them 2 silvers…”

In a small but lavish temple, a middle-aged woman muttered this with a sly smile. An elderly man sitting next to her, with a kind and gentle appearance, responded with a benevolent smile.

“The poor lambs have come here in search of the light.”

Despite his compassionate expression, the old man’s eyes were filled with deep greed. The captain of the guards, seated across from them, stroked his long beard as he spoke.

“They looked like some bumpkins who got lucky and made a substantial profit… How about we show them some mercy and let them take root here?”

“Yes, that’s a good idea.”

“Hohoho, if we don’t help them, who will? We’ll consider it God’s will and take good care of them.”

The stained glass windows cast a holy light on the temple floor, but the conversation taking place there was as dirty and grimy as could be.

The statue, crafted in the image of a god by mere mortals, gazed down at them with an impassive stare. Although one might fear divine punishment, they were unafraid.

T his w as c opie d f ro m k i n g m t l .o r g
They did not believe that what they were doing was a sin.

Thi s wa s c o p i ed f r o m k i n g m t l.o r g
The captain of the guards considered the extortion of money from the powerless as a necessary violence, as some of that money was used to maintain the temple.

The middle-aged priestess believed that kidnapping virgins and draining their blood every night to bathe in was not an act of greed to preserve her youth, but rather a painful necessity to manage the temple for as long as possible.

The elderly high priest, who lured orphans to the capital’s grand temple under the pretext of sending them there, and then took them to the basement to consume them as a meal, did not do it out of a desire for human flesh, but to show mercy by ensuring the orphans could return to God’s embrace without suffering from hunger.

They believed that the fact they were not struck down by divine retribution was proof that what they were doing was not a sin, and the tiny bit of divine power remaining in them was proof they would go to heaven.

‘Oh, is this the temple?’

T h i s wa s co p ie d fr o m k i n g m t l. o r g
Just then, someone sent by God arrived.

With snow-white hair, golden eyes glimmering with curiosity, porcelain-like smooth and pale skin akin to moonlight, gently curved eyes, a soft smile, and a god’s insignia engraved on the back of his hand, he looked like a saint from a fairy tale brought to life.

‘The statues here won’t move, right?’

However, considering his abilities, the titles “God’s Retribution” or “The Executioner Sent by God” might be more fitting, though no one here was aware of this.

“Well then, I’ll be going in now…”

“Oh my!”

The three individuals, who had been having a productive conversation for the temple, bumped into Lian as they emerged from inside.

The guard captain, upon seeing Lian’s breathtaking beauty, thought, ‘He’ll fetch a high price,’ while the middle-aged woman twisted her body with a flushed face.

The high priest merely chuckled softly, thinking, ‘This face could spread quite a lot of seed,’ followed by, ‘The more children, the better, and so tender…’ though outwardly he maintained the appearance of a benevolent old man.

“Ah, hello!”

Due to the atmosphere of the temple, Lian naturally assumed that the three people he had encountered were “good people.” Each of the three, for their own reasons, was favorably disposed towards Lian, and they exchanged light-hearted words.

“Then, I’ll be going now.”

After a brief exchange, the guard captain left the temple to extort money from the merchants. The middle-aged woman then spoke in a friendly voice.

“Since you’ve come all the way here, why don’t I show you around the temple?”

“Oh… ahem, that’s okay. I was just curious about it.”

For some reason, Lian got the unsettling feeling of a cross-dressing, trench coat-wearing flasher from the middle-aged woman in front of him. Though he couldn’t pinpoint why, the eerie sensation made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

The middle-aged woman was much older than she appeared, having forcibly maintained her youth through horrendous means. In fact, she was older than the elderly man standing beside her.

Men from the gag world instinctively reject women who hide their age with disguise-level makeup or cross-dressing men who make no effort to hide their gender.

This was a power passed down through the genes by ancestors who had been burned by such experiences, ensuring their descendants would avoid similar encounters, regardless of the rules of the gag world.

For these reasons, Lian subtly distanced himself from the middle-aged woman.

“Oh, come on, just take a quick look around.”
T h i s w a s c o p ie d f r o m k i n g m t l . o r g

When the middle-aged woman clung to Lian’s arm with a sticky tone that made it sound like her tongue had been cut in half, Lian’s face turned pale as if a roach had crawled up his arm.

“Oppa!”

“…! Oh, Iris, I’ll be right there! I’m sorry, but my group is waiting for me! I’ll be going now!”

Lian swiftly shook the woman off and rushed toward Iris, who was standing at the entrance of the temple.
Thi s was c o p i e d fr o m ki n g m tl . or g

“What were you doing here?”

“Oh, I was just curious about the temple.”

Due to the gag filter, the middle-aged woman was left standing in an awkward posture, as if hugging the air. She then pulled herself together, her face flushed as she tried to compose herself.

She repeatedly tucked her hair behind her ears, trying to emphasize her femininity as she attempted to chase after Lian and Iris, who were leaving the temple. At that moment, a pair of golden eyes, devoid of any warmth, unlike Lian’s, turned toward her.

“…!”

The middle-aged woman froze in place, unable to move, under the murderous gaze directed at her, as if she were an annoying fly clinging to his brother.

Iris’s eyes were so terrifying that the woman unconsciously lowered her gaze and began to tremble.

“Oppa, by the way -… what were you doing with that ajumma?”

“…..!?”

A- ajumma?!

To a woman capable of flaying a child’s skin just to maintain her appearance, being called “ajumma” was nothing short of a taboo.

Hearing that word from Iris, who had not only been born with exceptional beauty but was also at the age where her looks were at their peak, caused the woman’s inferiority complex to explode.

‘That… that wretched girl!’

Yet, she couldn’t curse out loud. The murderous intent radiating from Iris was too terrifying. Instead, she secretly looked Iris up and down, licking her lips.

‘From the looks of her, she’s still a virgin. With a face like that, I could regain at least ten years of youth!’
T h i s w a s copi e d f rom ki n gmt l .org

She imagined Iris clinging to her legs, her beautiful face smeared with tears and snot, and grinned wickedly. If Iris had seen that smile, she would have lost her composure and thrown a punch.

Iris quickly led her brother out of the temple to escape the unsettling gaze of the woman. Because of that, the nasty woman’s smile lingered for another minute.

The old man, passing by the middle-aged woman with the foul grin, made his way to the temple entrance.

He saw children he’d never seen before in the village, holding snacks in their hands and laughing as they walked. The old man licked his lips unconsciously.

‘There seem to be quite a few of them, so I suppose tasting one won’t hurt.’

If several children went missing, it would raise suspicion, but if only one disappeared, people would search frantically for the child. This meant the group would be stuck in the village for a few more days.

Since it was necessary to keep the group in the village, sacrificing one child for dinner was an inevitable and absolutely necessary act.

‘Tsk, tsk, they must have gone through so much suffering.’

The old man licked his lips again as he watched the children smile brightly. He could almost taste the tang of blood and the tender meat on his tongue.

Th i s wa s co p i ed f r o m k in g m t l . o r g
‘If you join me, chosen by God, you can all go to heaven. So, don’t worry.’

If they became part of his flesh and blood, the children could surely go to heaven with him!

When the old man had bought the position of high priest, he at least acknowledged that what he was doing was wrong. But now, even that recognition was gone, and he truly believed he was making a choice for the sake of the children.

Lian’s goal was to protect his precious group. That meant that the three people who had evil designs on the children, the maidens, and the valuable slaves in his group were now perceived by Lian as “enemies.”

The moment they became enemies that shouldn’t have been made, their fate was as good as sealed.

Th i s w a s cop ied fr om k i n g m t l. o rg
***

‘There are more pretty ones than I thought. I could probably take one for myself… heh…’

The guard captain smirked as he spied on the group walking around outside through the window. His gaze lingered on Lily, eyeing her with a lecherous gleam.

“…!”

T h i s w as c o p ie d f r om k i n gmt l.o rg
Nero, who had sharp instincts, quickly scanned the area as he noticed the lewd gaze lingering on his woman. However, the guard captain swiftly averted his eyes, so Nero didn’t catch him.
Th i s wa s c op i e d fr o m k in g m t l .o r g

‘Looks like there’s someone skilled around. I’d better be careful.’

End of Chapter.