I’m the Sub Male Lead in Romance Fantasy, but I Don’t Like the Female Lead - Chapter 140



140 – Diary – 2

“What a crazy bastard!”

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Mikhail involuntarily spat out a harsh curse. What on earth does this bastard, Wilhelm, think of the people below him? Is it really a sin to put one of those damn pills in your hand and then teach them to eat it and aim for friendship if something dangerous happens?

It sounds crazy, but I got more goosebumps because I thought it would be possible for Wilhelm. What the hell does that bastard think of humans?

I watched John’s condition without relaxing. Could it be that they took some less effective medicine that they sprayed? If it’s over that much, you won’t have to make a life-and-death decision, and you’ll be able to negotiate after you’ve squeezed it in moderation.

However, my vain hopes were dashed in an instant. Because John rushed at me, drooling. He had already completely lost his mind.

He ran with the momentum to destroy the whole of his office, which can never be said to be spacious. The desk was overturned, and the guest sofa burst, blowing the cotton inside. It was a surreal sight, as if it were snowing. I dodged his ignorant attack by lightly jumping to the side.

As if to show that the position of boss and his large size were not obtained through chasing, his momentum was very fierce. It was different from the normal students before when they were taking medicine. It was the effect of the drug he had just taken that made even a single student instantly bewildered by the academy’s swordsmanship teacher.

Since the boss of a gangster with his own combat power ate it, he might need to be more nervous than he thought. No matter how much he lost his temper, that strength and instantaneous speed were not to be underestimated. I drew my sword from my waistband. The sword showed off its spirit with a cool metallic sound.

Once again John lunged at me. It looked more like a beast than a human. Like a matador and a bull, I dodged his charge and cut his thigh.

The reason I dared to attack the bridge was because there were quite a few stories I wanted to hear. He planned to attack his legs intensively, immobilize them, and wait for the effects to wear off. However, the opponent did not take it lightly.

“Quaaa”

John groaned. I had to take a big step back. Even though he had obviously cut his leg, the feeling of touching his hand was too weak. It feels like cutting through the thick skin of an animal. Of course, I didn’t swing it as hard as I could to cut off the entire leg, but I was confident that I could lightly split human skin. He was going to make it at least limping, but surprisingly he didn’t seem hit at all.

Is my sword dull? Before coming out today, I sharpened the blade and oiled it. Perhaps if you set the blade upright and drop the paper on it, it will cut right through. So, was my technique incorrect? Not even that. It is a motion that has been repeated thousands, tens of thousands, or perhaps more. Even though I can’t remember it, my body hasn’t forgotten the motion either.

In the end, there was only one answer left. That the human in front of me now had a dirty skin, as if he had used some kind of diamond. I laughed out loud. If this is the case, there is no choice but to give up the harpoon altogether.

It was not allowed to get injured while adjusting the strength halfway through. If you were going to do it, you definitely needed to put mana on the sword. Tolerably, I wanted to have a Q&A session with the limbs intact, but… , I guess that would be difficult. Please, I hope you don’t lose blood while waiting.

To be honest, I was confident enough to hold out until the effect wears off, as long as I keep jumping at me with such stupid noises. But the problem was time. It was time to slowly lift the darkness of the night. The sun will probably rise in an hour or two. Wouldn’t it be obvious which one would be exhausted faster, the one who lost his stamina from being beaten hard, or the one who ran amok without receiving any counterattack?

I wanted to finish the case neatly overnight and return to my daily life as if nothing had happened. I plan to attend all the lectures tomorrow, no, today. In the blink of an eye, blue light began to overflow from my sword. It resembled the bluish air of dawn.

“I’m tired, so let’s finish quickly.”

“Kleureung….”

He finally lunged at me, not even screaming, but something like an animal growl. This is somehow pitiful. I want to believe that a person’s dignity is collapsing in real time.

Perhaps if he had known that he would become something non-human with drool coming out of his mouth, making beastly noises and not being cut by a sword, he would have surrendered instead of taking medicine.

But that’s it, he had to do his job. Unlike before, my sword dug deeply into his thigh as if cutting through his head. A fountain of blood splattered from his thigh with an unpleasant sensation. I wiped the blood from my face.

It must have been difficult for him to endure this much pain no matter how insane and insane he was. I tried to have a little conversation just in case.

“How come you wake up? Or do you want to fight more?”

“Kreak, keuaaa!”

“Poor bastard. What kind of person has turned a complete beast.”

Anyway, he seemed unwilling to talk to me. The other people I’ve seen so far may have lost their temper, but I don’t think they had that much taste. Maybe as much as the body gets better, the head gets worse.

Perhaps he will never regain his old life even if all the potency of the medicine wears off and his reason returns. Physically, mentally, and socially. It’s honestly self-inflicted, but that doesn’t justify these terrible drugs.

A brief lull ensued. At that moment, the sound of footsteps began to approach from afar. Soon after, the door to the office slammed open with a creaking sound.

“What are you doing?!”

Impressively, three or four tough men shouted with her eyes tightly closed. It seems that his subordinates, startled by the constant screaming and shocking sound, came running. After opening the door vigorously, they stiffened as a group as if they could not immediately understand the situation in front of them.

That’s right, all the aides sent by the prince have disappeared somewhere, and the boss with bloodshot eyes and drooling saliva and a man I’ve never seen in a bizarre outfit with stitches bursting here and there are fighting to the death.

And their former boss, who lost his temper, did not miss that momentary gap. As if he couldn’t see anything, he turned around in an instant and charged at his men. Really reluctantly, I threw myself too.

“Brother! What is this now… !”

“aaagh!”

Kang! There was a sound that was hard to believe that a fist and metal had collided. John’s fist, blocked by my sword, was trembling. Fortunately, it seems it’s not too late. Maybe if it was just a little bit late, all the thugs behind my back would have turned to blood. I turned around and screamed.

“What are you staring at? Don’t you think I saved you because you were pretty? Get out of here quickly!”

“Ahhh!”

Soon they ran away, screaming in contrast to the spirited entry. It wasn’t that they didn’t really like it. Anyway, those people are just thugs, so what’s so pretty about them? Still, I didn’t want to see another person explode right in front of me, spraying blood and flesh. Of course, I’m thinking of putting everyone in jail when the work is all over.

It’s not really a matter of how precious life is, isn’t it just embarrassing? Your dream is going wild. It doesn’t matter if you call it hypocrisy. I’ve just acted my own way, and I will continue to do so.

Anyway, since all the ignorant idiots had run away, I no longer needed to protect my back, so I twisted my sword slightly to adjust the direction of the force. John’s fist, which had been forcefully exerting force, slipped all the way along the sword’s surface, causing him to stagger. His fists stamped the carpet floor. Fortunately, thanks to the guys who had just run away, there were no residents downstairs coming to pick on the noise between floors.

I walked past John, who punched him on the floor. Of course, it didn’t just pass by, and instead of the leg I cut earlier, I gave another deep wound to the leg on the other side. Mortally wounded in both legs, he howled.

“aaagh!”

I’m getting tired of that berserker-like cry now. He screams so loudly, it’s almost deafening. She struck his throat with the scabbard. You might think that it’s a little too much, but it’s this much against a guy who can’t be scratched well with a real sword that isn’t coated with mana.

John dropped to his knees with a hissing cough. Unable to support himself with either leg, he sank without being able to stand up. I just waited for him to come to his senses.

It didn’t take long for him to regain his senses. To be honest, while waiting, I was a little worried that he would pick up and collapse because he bled too much, but fortunately that didn’t happen. His complexion was a bit pale, but it didn’t seem like it would endanger his life.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Cool! What the hell are you doing to me… !”

“Ask His Highness, Crown Prince Neg, not me. I definitely told you not to eat that.”

The first thing John asked when he came to his senses was what he had done to him. It seems that he can feel the fact that his body is very messed up. Should I restrain him more firmly? He thought for a moment and then quit. He’s the kind of person you’ll spend the rest of your life listening to with shaking spoons.

“I have no strength in my body.”

“Now do you know what you put in your mouth? The pills you sprayed on the students are several times, no dozens of times more poisonous than those pills. With a little bit of exaggeration, it’s a drug that you use for a short while to get the strength you need for the rest of your life.”

“Then the recovery….”

“Did you not hear me? Is it the rest of your life?”

John’s face contorted at the declaration of a virtual disability. In disbelief, he clenched his fists and tightened his hands. But the result was disappointing. Of course it won’t work. Because the muscles and mana circuits of the whole body would have been smashed. Maybe now, I could have a good fight with an old man in his 70s.

“Give up.”

It was a story about regaining strength, resisting any more, and giving up the rest of your life. He had to pay the price for his evil deeds, but the karma only came bigger and stronger when he met Wilhelm.

“Give up? All this? Give up money, fame, people, everything?!”

John exclaimed hysterically. It was more like a male seizure. I replied in a fit of rage.

“Dirty money earned illegally as a gangster, honor borrowed from the crown prince who is still talking about an abandoned subject, someone who has not come to help anyone to get to this point. If it were me, would you just give up on everything? What the hell does a bastard who has nothing to be proud of believe in and act so proudly?”

“Who is giving up at will! I, I—!”

“If I had to argue, the guards would do whatever they want. I’m thinking of handing this entire place over to the guards. Reflect hard while eating bean rice.”

His head dropped at my ultimatum. Beyond his bowed face, his shoulders trembled. Are you really listening to me and reflecting? I bent down for a moment to check his expression.

– Bang!

And at that moment, consciousness was blown away.