I’m Not That Villain - Chapter 70
69 – Bad Sector
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Clunk.
The elevator moves. The enforcer glanced at the slowly descending numbers.
Execution agency.
This place is not just a space for capturing supernatural criminals. It also participates in managing heinous supernatural criminals who cannot be rehabilitated.
Why is the enforcer called an enforcer?
Because they execute sentences, they are called enforcers. Their level and quality are not something that can be obtained simply by possessing supernatural abilities, but something obtained through thorough training.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the execution agency is maintained because they have power that surpasses that of supernatural criminals. Therefore, there is no enforcer who is intimidated by simply seeing a confined criminal.
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…But.
As the numbers drop lower and lower, beyond the negatives, the body begins to stiffen.
The numbers keep dropping. They surpass -20 and start approaching -30.
And the speed also gradually slows down. It feels like riding an escalator rather than an elevator.
“It’s intentional deceleration.”
“…Pardon?”
“To prepare for any unforeseen situation, the speed of descent is intentionally slowed. It’s the same when going up. In case of any escapees, the management facility can block the passage.”
“…But this place maintains strict security as it manages the most heinous criminals, doesn’t it? There’s no way an escape could be possible…”
“That is also true.”
The security manager, who was in the elevator together, glanced at the display showing the floors.
“But there’s always a one-in-a-million chance.”
“…Um…may I…ask a question…”
“I will answer everything I can. We have about 10 more minutes to wait.”
10 minutes, huh.
Does it really take that long just to go down a few floors?
The executor cleared his throat.
“What I’m really curious about… is why that woman is still alive.”
“Who do you mean by ‘that woman’?”
“…Isn’t the worst criminal, Bad Sector, imprisoned here?”
The air suddenly grew heavy. The atmosphere itself changed.
The executor glanced around nervously. Bad Sector.
The weight of that name was immense.
How many people from the enforcement agency had been killed?
Even capturing her had cost a lot of manpower. It’s no exaggeration to say that a few pillars were uprooted.
Despite targeting only her, excluding her followers…
Including elite agents from multinational corporations.
All the veterans from the enforcement agency had to be mobilized.
Bad Sector.
That name was literally stained with blood. That’s why it was even harder to understand.
“Although my purpose for coming here isn’t because of that, I still… want to ask. Why is that woman here, and why does the enforcement agency only imprison her instead of killing her?”
“Hmm…”
The security manager nodded slightly.
“Bad Sector is definitely imprisoned here. Her presence is included in the lowest level we’re heading to now.”
“……”
“If you ask me why we don’t kill her… I can’t give you a detailed answer.”
“Is there something?”
“Rather than something…”
The security manager brushed himself off.
“It’s a story related to the government. It’s a bit heavy for a mere public official to look into.”
“…….”
“I don’t know much either. But I do know one thing.”
“What…?”
“There are stories in this world that you shouldn’t even think about looking into.”
For a moment, the atmosphere became heavy. The enforcer racked his brain over the abruptly cut-off conversation.
There was still time left. So he thought alone.
Knowledge that shouldn’t be looked into.
And the stories entangled with it.
“…Perhaps…”
He knew it was something he shouldn’t say, but it came out nonetheless.
Curiosity is irresistible.
“Like the Seoul Night Incident… Are they researching the abilities of criminals…? At the government level…?”
“…You are not one to keep your mouth shut, are you, Enforcer? You should be grateful that the camera above your head doesn’t record voices.”
“…….”
“I will not answer that question. Time is running out. I must be going…”
Creak.
The executor flinched involuntarily.
He heard it from somewhere.
A strange sound, like metal being torn apart.
It wasn’t just him who heard it; the security manager flinched as well. He distanced himself from the elevator door and placed his hand on the gun at his waist.
A moment of silence.
Eyes staring intently at the door.
Gulp.
The sound of swallowing echoed unusually loudly inside the elevator. The executor, clutching his equipment, asked, trembling.
“Is something wrong?”
“…Shh.”
The two of them quietly stared at the door for a while.
And then…
The stopped elevator began to move again.
“…This is Delta-402. Control room, please respond.”
The security manager raised his walkie-talkie.
The response came back shortly.
[Delta-402. Did you call?]
“Is there a problem with the facility?”
[Let me check.]
The elevator descended further.
As if it had reached its end…
It displayed ‘-49’.
A voice came through the walkie-talkie.
[There are no issues with the facility.]
The security guard, seemingly relieved by the brief message, lowered his hand from his waist.
“…It seems there might be a minor issue with the machine itself. I’ll call the maintenance team to check it out.”
“…Is that so?”
The enforcer sighed in relief. For a moment, he thought an accident had occurred.
Soon, the massive elevator doors began to open. The double locks interlocked and then released…
Basement level 49.
The underground corridor leading to that place was revealed.
“……?”
But the appearance of the underground corridor was different from what he had imagined.
Dark. Why is it so dark? The underground corridor beyond the elevator was relying on strange red lights without a single point of illumination.
Is the entire facility usually managed this darkly? He turned his head in confusion.
“…Um…is it always like this…”
His eyes met with the security guard’s.
And they discovered it simultaneously.
The face was twisted with seriousness.
“Co, control room, respond! Control room, respond! Emergency code 802! This is an emergency…!”
Crack.
A strange sound was heard beyond the walkie-talkie.
A sound as if bones were dislocating.
“……”
“……”
The enforcer and the security manager looked at each other.
A strange noise was heard beyond the walkie-talkie. And with it…
[Be saved.]
A voice was heard.
A blunt man’s voice, different from the previous one.
“W-what is this…”
Creak.
The enforcer turned his head. The end of the dark hallway. From that end, a definite sound was heard.
A sound like metal tearing. But upon closer listening, it wasn’t just the sound of metal tearing.
The sound of flesh tearing along with the metal.
Spark.
Something like a spark flew from the ceiling. And at the same time, a streak of fresh blood flowed out into the light of the elevator from the darkness.
The security manager frantically pressed the button repeatedly. But the elevator door did not close.
A slow, squelching sound approached. The security manager, trembling, drew his pistol.
“Wh-who are you! Identify yourself! I am Baek Seo-jun, the security manager of the 49th basement floor! Reveal your identity immediately…!”
Crunch.
The security manager was suddenly dragged into the darkness by something unknown. Only his scream lingered, echoing through the 49th basement floor.
And then, even that abruptly stopped.
“…….”
The lone enforcer leaned against the wall. He fumbled for his specialized equipment but couldn’t stop his trembling and dropped it.
Something is coming. It’s definitely coming. According to training, as he had learned, he should be preparing for combat immediately…
Strange.
His body wouldn’t move.
An endlessly massive presence seemed to be staring at him. The enforcer, struggling to breathe, looked at the approaching figure in the darkness.
It’s coming.
It’s coming.
Something unknown is coming.
“Ah…ah…”
His head began to ache. At the same time, his vision felt distorted.
A shadow started to emerge under the elevator’s light. And with it, something began to pour from his eyes.
The enforcer reflexively wiped his eyes and realized it was blood.
Blood was spontaneously seeping from his own eyes…
An unbelievable phenomenon.
“Wh…who…”
“That was an interesting conversation.”
I can’t see properly.
My vision is getting blurrier. It doesn’t seem like the other person did anything…
Just their presence alone feels like it could stop my heart in an instant.
A supernatural ability. Is it a supernatural ability? What kind of ability is this?
My mind isn’t working.
“The reason you forcibly kept me alive when you should have killed me? It’s natural to have questions, isn’t it? I would have done the same. Executor.”
“Ah…ah…”
“And your reasoning was perfect too. The night in Seoul. I was born in that damned place. Along with an immortal body, as the most perfect experimental subject. You’re right. They still want to study me. That’s why they went through so much trouble to capture me and lock me up in this underground facility.”
The other person whispers.
The elevator doors close with them.
Slowly, cheerful music starts to play. Along with it, something wraps around my waist.
It’s not an arm.
It’s definitely not an arm.
“But what can you do? I’m out here now.”
“Ah…ah…”
The thing wrapped around my waist slowly pierces into my stomach.
With that sharp sensation, the executor shuddered and let out a scream.
“Ha, don’t… don’t do it… don’t do it… don’t do it…”
“Shh. Quiet. I’m just giving back what I received. You see, I can’t die even if I want to. They made me like this. An imperfect masterpiece created by overlapping countless possibilities. The worst masterpiece that could never be made again, that’s me. And to create something like that, it can’t be done with ‘ordinary’ means.”
Flesh.
Blood.
Organs.
Something beyond that keeps spilling out of the body.
“People gather. And the gathered people poke around my body here and there. They poked and poked again where they had poked before. Sometimes they cut. There were times when only my neck was left. I watched my body being torn apart and disassembled with my own eyes. I really wanted to die. But they didn’t kill me. Instead of researching ways to kill me, which they could have succeeded in, they only researched ways to strengthen my abilities.”
“Ah… ah…”
“They never considered me as the same human being even once. An object. Ah. I was an object. An expensive object at that. But it wasn’t very pleasant. While I was here, I could recall those memories after a long time. Thinking. Thinking. And thinking again. Then I could clearly recall why I changed my mind from wanting to die to wanting to live.”
A beautiful voice tickles the ear.
“Everyone says revenge is meaningless… but not me. I don’t think so. There’s no meaning in just being a victim.”
“…Ah…”
“And now, I’ve even found my soulmate who has unraveled the secrets that countless researchers couldn’t touch…”
Distant.
An ear was torn off.
The sound of chewing flesh could be heard from afar.
“The part that went astray will burn the whole. As a Bad Sector. And the first button is you. Now, your curiosity is satisfied, right? Close your eyes with a joyful heart. This is a jailbreak service just for you.”