I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 70

Chapter 70
I will kill, I will kill them all.
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Turning her body to face Angsho directly, Iris slowly began walking towards him.

“Hic..!”

Angsho let out a scream-like sound as he belatedly came to his senses and staggered back.

As a creepy, black energy rippled out of Iris and an inhuman gaze fixed on him, Angsho’s legs went limp.

Thud!

Angsho slumped to the floor like the slaves who had clung to him and wailed, pushing the floor with his hands as he began to flee backwards.

“Do, don’t come! Ho, how dare a mere slave!”

He raised his hand with the ring and flicked his finger.

Ttak, ttak!

No matter how much he flicked his finger, nothing happened, and Angsho’s face turned deathly pale.

“Th, that’s impossible. If you try to directly break that collar, it’s supposed to explode! A, a collar like that can’t just shatter without any reaction!”

He blurted out the words he would have only thought in his mind, showing how terrified he was.

Iris raised the sword with an expressionless face. Unlike her face, her eyes were swirling with a frighteningly murky rage.

“Wa, wa, wait! Okay, I’ll apologize now! I’ll make it up to you! Yo, you want to be free from being a slave, right? If it’s something like that, I can…!”

Puhuk!

Iris’s sword lightly pierced Angsho’s shoulder.

“Aaaargh!”

Angsho screamed and rolled on the floor. Iris pulled out the sword and swung it once more.

“Who, whoaaargh! Spa, spare meeeek!”

The slaves who had attended to him to suppress rumors about him as much as possible were all out of the house. There was no one anywhere to save him.

Kwajik, crunch!

Iris swung the sword several times, avoiding the heart and neck. Angsho had to slowly die, squawking in pain as his entire body was slashed.

“…”

Once Angsho’s breath completely ceased, Iris silently headed towards the entrance with the sword in hand.

‘I will kill, I will kill them all.’

Even though Angsho, who had provided the cause, was dead, her anger showed no signs of subsiding.

She had no intention of stopping until everything that had driven him to his death disappeared.

Leaving Angsho’s quarters, Iris walked down the corridor, carrying a sword dripping with blood. Just then, Ottugi came running from far away, panting heavily.

Noticing through the signal that one of the slave collars had shattered on the upper floor, Ottugi naturally assumed it had exploded when the collar broke.

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Normally, he would have dismissed it without much thought, thinking a stupid slave had died, but the collar that burst this time happened to be inside an important guest’s quarters. If the guest had been near the slave, they could have been seriously injured.

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Even if not injured, they would have definitely felt 100% displeasure. Ottugi, who had rushed out without even putting on his outer garment for the aftermath, encountered Iris standing with a blank expression, holding a sword dripping with blood.

The moment Ottugi spotted Iris, he felt a spine-chilling sensation. It was partly due to the energy emanating from Iris, but…

The fact that she was standing in front of the room of the important guest where the collar signal had disappeared, the white neck revealed by the vanished collar, and the sword dripping with blood conjured up all sorts of imaginations.

“Yo, you couldn’t have…!”

Ottugi did the crazy thing of calling out to the mentally deranged Iris in a trembling voice.

Swish.

As Iris turned her body towards Ottugi, he trembled and grabbed the whip tied at his waist.

Chwak!

Simultaneously with the whip roughly striking the floor, Ottugi quickly summoned those who could use force with a pager.

Iris’s gaze turned to the whip that had hit the floor. The image of Ottugi striking her brother’s back vividly flashed through her mind.

Thud!

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While Iris was staring at the whip, skilled individuals who had been on standby here and there gathered around Ottugi. Ottugi spoke as he staggered back.

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“Capture her!”

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Ottugi’s eyes glinted dangerously. At first, he had been afraid of Iris, who had killed a guest, but not anymore.

‘It would be best to make an example of her through execution. In the worst possible way!’
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It wasn’t unheard of for slaves to kill guests. Most of those who died that way became objects of ridicule, not sympathy.

Rather, the slave who killed the guest would garner more attention. A slave who dared to attack the heavens above the heavens without knowing their place would be beaten to a pulp and meet a gruesome end.

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It was one of the arena’s enjoyable pastimes.

As Ottugi was envisioning how he would execute Iris.

Pat.

Iris instantly kicked the ground and approached right in front of Ottugi.

“Urk…?”

The moment Ottugi’s sharp eyes widened, recognizing Iris who had swiftly approached.

Chaeng, chwaaak!

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“Aaaargh!”

The slave who had stepped in front of Iris to protect Ottugi, holding a sword, was deeply slashed along with his sword.

Thud.

“Grrr…”

Only after the slave rolled on the floor did Ottugi come to his senses. Iris swung the sword in the air with an indifferent face.

Chwak.

Blood splattered on Ottugi’s face and the bodies of the other slaves beside him.

Faced with the fear of death, Ottugi slightly wet his pants and abandoned the thought of using Iris as a sacrifice for the event after subduing her.

He staggered backwards, covering Iris with a trembling fingertip, and shouted.

“Ki, kiek… Ki, kill her! Kill her!”

The slaves whose collars were set to explode if they disobeyed his order gritted their teeth and charged at Iris. Iris easily cut down the slaves.

The slaves who had flattered Ottugi like flies and enjoyed all sorts of luxuries became cold corpses.

“Oh, oh no!”

Ottugi screamed and began to flee. He ran like crazy, using every slave he encountered along the way as a sacrifice. Thanks to a secret passage he knew of, he was able to shake off Iris.

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“Da, damn it! Damn it!”

Ottugi, drenched in cold sweat, arrived at his own office.

“I, I need to contact Lo, Lord Jiso.”

Muttering what he had to do, he searched for paper with trembling hands and wrote a short letter to Jiso.

It stated that a slave had gone mad and was wreaking havoc in the arena. For someone who considered amusement to be everything in life, he would surely come.

‘If that happens, I can kill that damn bitch!’

The thought of Jiso’s existence gradually calmed his trembling body. He tied the letter to a crow’s leg and sent it off.

‘Heu, heu… I’m starting to come to my senses now.’

After sending the letter, his half-wandering mind returned. Rubbing his forehead, he seemed to realize something and spoke loudly.

“Right, the champions!”

Incomparably stronger individuals than the slaves slaughtered by Iris were currently staying on the top floor. With their help, they could easily subdue someone like Iris.

‘It’ll come at a high price, but… if I tell them it’s a chance to make a good impression on Lord Jiso, they’ll accept!’

He immediately headed to the top floor through the secret passage.

“Heuk, huk… Damn it. I should install an elevator here later.”

The secret passage was designed with only stairs to prepare for any unforeseen situations. Ottugi constantly wiped his sweat as he headed to the top floor.

Thud.

Four floors below the level Ottugi was ascending, Iris was climbing the stairs with an expressionless face. The secret passage was no longer a safe place.

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“Please do me this favor.”

“That much isn’t enough to make it worthwhile.”

“Urgh, isn’t this a chance to look good in front of Lord Jiso?!”

“That aspect is certainly attractive, but… is that all? It’s a crucial task of upholding the arena’s credibility, so I can’t just let it slide with only that. Right?”

A handsome man with flashy blond hair spoke in a drawn-out voice, sinking into the sofa, and Ottugi trembled, gritting his teeth.

“Th, then what do you want?”

“Hmm… First – ”

The champion, about to voice his demands, trailed off and abruptly rose from his seat, grabbing the sword leaning against the wall.

“Ha, you set up a trap while proposing a deal.”

“What? What do you…”

“Or are you just that stupid?”

Crack.

Before the champion could finish speaking, the tightly closed door of the quarters began to split. As if slashed by something sharp.

Thud thud.

The door, now in pieces, fell away, and Iris walked in from the other side.

“Hi, hieek! Ho, how did you get here!”

Ottugi screamed in horror and hastily retreated. The champion leisurely drew his sword.

“You know the price goes up if it’s post-payment, right?”

“What? No matter what – …”

“If you don’t like it, I’m leaving.”

“No! Okay, you can charge as much as you want, just kill that bitch!”

“Accepted.”

The champion drew his sword with a serious expression. As he muttered something, crackling electronic balls orbited around his body.

“If possible, would you kindly die? My price is quite high.”

A vicious smile spread across his gentle face. A crazed sword master and magic swordsman who would slash with his sword and magic until his opponent was torn to pieces eagerly pounced on Iris.

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