Apocalypse Tyrant

Origin of the King (5)

Thud—!

Han Segye’s gesture quietly urging Park Taeha.

Park Taeha’s steps stagger greatly and move backwards at the too light gesture.

“Go. Ku Yeri is yours from now on. Do whatever you want with that fucking bitch you hated so much.”

Haa— Haa— Haa—

His mind becomes more dazed as Han Segye’s whispers continue.

Rough breaths he can’t control escape while his head fills with ringing.

Beeeeeep—

Incessantly shaking vision and ringing in his head as if it will burst.

And Han Segye smiling faintly while looking at him in the center of it.

His face gradually enlarges and becomes clearer.

The more that happens, something uncontrollably hot boils in his chest.

Like a flood bursting after being suppressed to the end, an uncontrollable wave was fully gathering in his lower body.

And Park Taeha knew how to quell this wave.

‘Go.’

Han Segye’s voice becoming clear in Park Taeha’s mind.

His backward steps that were slowly extending as if hesitating gradually speed up.

And Park Taeha slowly turning his body fully entered the temporary quarters.

“…Taeha sunbae?”

Ku Yeri discovering Park Taeha like that and voicing her question.

Haa— Haa— Haa—

Han Segye smiled slightly while listening to the rough breathing so clearly audible in his ear.

Ding—!

[‘Park Taeha’ is ‘very strongly’ obedient to you.]

[Reasons for obedience: ‘Very strong’ escape from responsibility, ‘Very strong’ fear of violence, ‘Very strong’ fear of hunger, ‘Very strong’ fear of loss……]

Park Taeha’s deep, deep shadow created by an excessively dark and gloomy situation.

Something forcibly suppressed began to overflow like a flood through the gap Han Segye had twisted open.

“…Sunbae? What’s wrong?”

Ku Yeri asking worriedly while looking at Park Taeha gradually approaching.

Slap—!

“Aah—!”

However, the answer to that was a rough palm.

The sound of Ku Yeri hitting a bookshelf and falling to the floor is heard directly.

A situation that can only be inferred through the gap between the flashlight and bookshelf.

A large body bent down over Ku Yeri who had clearly fallen to the floor.

Rip—! Rip—! Riiiip—!

The sound of clothes tearing scattering in all directions from rough hand movements without pause.

“Aaah—! Su-Sunbae! Sunbae why are you suddenly doing this! Taeha sunbae!”
“Shut up. Shut up, you fucking bitch.”
“Mmph—! Mmmmmph—!”

Ku Yeri could be clearly seen through the bookshelf gap flopping like a fish while buzzing as if her mouth was covered by Park Taeha.

The hand opposite the one covering Ku Yeri’s mouth urgently fumbles at Park Taeha’s waistband.

The bear-like body sticking even closer to Ku Yeri’s body with the sound of pants being pulled down.

“Mmmmmph—! Mmmmmmph—!”

Ku Yeri started resisting more violently, but resistance was meaningless from the start given the difference in physique as wide as between heaven and earth.

“Kuheh— Haaaah—”
“Mmmmmmph—! Mmmmmmmph—!”

Park Taeha’s rough breathing growling with satisfaction after sticking his waist even closer.

Then—

“Puhah—! Let go—! Let goooo, kek! Keuk—!”

Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!

The sound of Ku Yeri’s throat being strangled and thighs and buttocks violently colliding began to echo simultaneously.

Kek—! Keuuuk—!

“Haa— Kuheh— Heooo—”

Park Taeha’s beast-like groans and Ku Yeri’s thin legs just flapping while pinned under him.

Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!

No sound could be heard other than flesh violently colliding and beast-like groans.

Everyone belonging to Park Taeha’s camp was just blankly opening their mouths and staring at the shadow of rape reflected in the light.

Their pupils shaking violently as if unable to believe it, as if it wasn’t reality.

Ting—!

Their pupils stop trembling for a moment at the strange noise.

“You worm bastards without even the courage to kill yourselves.”

Han Segye was coming towards them while slowly tapping the bookshelves with an iron pipe.

“You parasite bastards who lived by taking the mercy I gave.”

Han Segye walked among the camp members like a snake slithering.

The sharp noise made by the iron pipe casually tapping— tapping— and quiet curses.

“Kuheh— Haa— Haaah—”

There was no answer except for Park Taeha’s groans occasionally leaking out.

They just pitifully trembled their chins like prisoners waiting for an executioner.

“You idiot bastards clinging to the most worthless things.”

Thud—!

The iron pipe playfully striking the frozen camp members’ forearms.

Han Segye slowly circled among them and spoke to everyone.

“The most chilling thing is that you bastards are deluding yourselves that you’re better people than us.”

“While we were clearing the 3rd and 4th floors, killing zombies, finding food, and organizing space to live in the future.”

Han Segye slowly pointed at the camp members in a circle with the iron pipe.

“You bastards cursed us while rolling around like half-corpses just staring at the ceiling. While just pigging out on the food we gave like pigs.”

So, say it with your own mouths.

“What makes you better than us?”
“……”

No one had the courage to open their mouths at this moment.

Han Segye tilted his head slightly as if displeased by that silence.

“Fine. Then I’ll ask something easier.”

He opened his mouth again while meeting eyes with each person in Park Taeha’s camp.

“What was your next plan?”
“……”
“I mean if you luckily killed me, and then took over the camp, what was your plan after that?”
“……”
“What was your plan after wasting all the food I obtained like pigs—!”

The camp members’ bodies trembled at the gradually rising shout.

Han Segye pronounced judgment at the question no one answered.

“That’s the reason things have come to this state.”

Han Segye continued speaking while waggling his index finger.

“The only reason and difference. The difference between you and us.”

He pointed at the camp members as if stabbing with the finger he had been waggling.

“Our kids know their place, but you bastards don’t know your place.”

College students.

“Think about how you pranced around like colts as if you had really become adults, as if you had gained real freedom.”

“You probably felt like you had really become adults while chain smoking cigarettes in your empty studio apartments, drinking until sunrise and vomiting. You probably thought you were enjoying real freedom without parents and teachers interfering.”

You idiot bastards.

“Talking about freedom while attending another school called university with your parents’ support. The reason the freedom you’ve tasted so far was sweet is because you were being controlled.”

Parents, society, system.

The same control acting on everyone, big or small.

“Even you bastards who pranced around as if all grown up actually lived under someone’s control, you worm bastards.”

Then suddenly, real freedom came to such people.

With laws and social systems all collapsing, police and soldiers, teachers and parents all disappearing—

“Real freedom where you have to think, act, and take responsibility for yourself.”

How is it?

Han Segye asked them with a faint smile.

“Was the true freedom you’ve finally tasted sweet?”
“……”
“No, it probably wasn’t as sweet as you imagined.”

And you may have realized.

“That you’re not as special as the protagonists that appear in movies and dramas.”

Not as strong, not as smart, not as determined as them.

“You probably realized that you’re too weak to become the masters of your own lives in the suddenly arrived freedom, and that you don’t even want that.”

“Freedom was probably overwhelmingly heavy for you who had lived under control.”

But don’t blame yourselves too much.

“This isn’t a problem that appears because you’re uniquely weak.”

From a very— very— long time ago.

“There were many people similar to you.”

Very many.

The sharp words spat out gradually changed to a soft atmosphere.

“But do you know how they escaped from that burden?”

A soft whisper like a sudden fairy tale someone is telling.

“At some point, someone appeared to people living like you.”

And that someone said.

“I’ll take away your burdensome and heavy freedom.”

I.

“I’ll give you the most merciful mercy.”

To you.

“I’ll control you.”

Han Segye smiled more gently at those just quietly listening to his words.

“From today, you are liberated from the responsibility and anguish you couldn’t handle alone.”

“From today, you escape from the enemies and threats you could never face alone.”

From today, you.

“Just do what I tell you to do and want you to do and only look up to me.”

Just by doing that—

“You will live again the lives that were ruined by zombies.”

“Just by following my instructions, you’ll have a home where you can sleep in peace, food to fill your stomachs without worry, and land where you can play to your heart’s content.”

“I’ll give appropriate rewards to those who do their best and directly punish those who deserve punishment. Just by following my instructions, you are contributing to a better world.”

So—

This is your first and last chance.

Han Segye spoke briefly while looking at everyone.

“Kneel before me.”

Lower your eyes.

“Show your submission.”

Beg.

Beg me for mercy while crying pitifully.

“Then I’ll—”

Ding—!

Status messages flood his vision before he could even finish speaking.

Han Segye pushed aside the pouring status messages and smiled to the point of tearing.

It was—

A name gradually becoming unfamiliar as violence becomes increasingly unfamiliar in modern times.

A relic of the old era that was dismantled and replaced under the pretext of equality and rights.

Not a single face met his gaze after clearing away all the messages.

His heart pounds like never before at the sight of everyone kneeling and looking up at him.

The very scene he had always desired and craved as if fantasizing.

Han Segye slowly raised his head and stared at the ceiling.

No— he looked at somewhere far beyond that.

Those who were closer to heaven than anyone else.

The agent of the Mandate of Heaven and the Supreme One.

I—

Then I will become your—

“King.”

Origin of the King.