I’m the Sub Male Lead in Romance Fantasy, but I Don’t Like the Female Lead - Chapter 141



141 – Iljito – 3

I woke up to the strong smell of alcohol dripping down the top of my head. It was only for a moment that I lost consciousness, but the pain that remained in my body continued to oppress me.

It was an instant. Inattention, no, it’s a little unfair to call it carelessness, but John’s fist suddenly hit my stomach for being careless. I was hit there in a defenseless state, and I was blown towards the cupboard full of alcohol with a shock so strong that I lost consciousness at the moment. Dozens of strong drinks tumbled from the half-shattered cupboard.

John looked at his hands in rapture. He exclaimed.

“Good. Good. It’s like it’s not my body.”

“What the hell did you do….”

I once stole the blood from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. It is nonsense to say that he hid his power until now. There was no way he would have that kind of energy left. Didn’t I see with my own eyes what the end of the people who took that medicine would be like?

He replied in a condescending manner, as if he had won.

“Since he is going to die anyway, I can tell you that much. I took all the remaining medicine.”

“What?”

I doubted my ears. What are you talking about now…. So, are you saying that you did that now even after being told that if you ate just one pill you would have to live crippled for the rest of your life? No, more than that, I took more medicine, so why am I able to talk normally this time? Everything was completely incomprehensible to me.

“Why the hell… ? Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“I heard you. I did it because I heard it.”

He twisted his lips and smirked. In his gaze, I could feel the dark life.

“No matter how much I think about it, I can’t live according to your words. I thought it would be better to die here than to survive being locked up in a prison and groaning. But, wouldn’t it be better if I could get rid of the perpetrator who made me like this?”

There was even a glimpse of madness in his expression. Totally my mistake. Even a mouse bites a cat when cornered, let alone a hyena. They had to be restrained altogether and completely cornered, or they had to be given a hole through which to escape. They say that even if he rolls in the field of dog sh*t, his life is better, but he just chose death because he thought he couldn’t roll in the field of dog sh*t.

To be honest, in this situation, it would be completely unimaginable to have more medicine left over and to consume all of it at once….

“Besides, if I’m lucky enough to kill you and have my life on the line, what would Your Highness do?”

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Meanwhile, I ridiculed him for still harboring false hopes. Seeing as I’m still unconscious, I don’t think the organization would have lasted very long if it wasn’t for me. Whether life was attached to it, or what the damn crown prince would do, it was all a matter of no choice.

“Asshole, do you still believe in that psychopath?”

“Psycho… What is it?”

Contrary to my sentiment, John paid attention to the word psychopath rather than the word idiot.

“There is such a thing. What will a guy who is going to die soon know what to do with that?”

“That’s what I’m going to say. Yeah, you don’t have to worry about what the guy who’s about to die will say anyway.”

I glossed over. I forgot that there is no such thing as a psychopath in this world. John rolled his eyes for a second, then turned his attention away from the word psychopath.

Anyway, what has already happened is unavoidable. I staggered and barely got up. The shock was great, but not to the point that I couldn’t wake up at all. Fortunately, the sword was still in my grasp. It seems that he didn’t let go of his sword despite the strong blow that made him lose consciousness for a moment.

John burst into madness as I struggled to stand up. He seemed to be intoxicated by his own strength. The more you look, the smaller the bowl is.

“Ha ha ha ha! How do you feel?”

“Not very good. It makes me feel bad that I sympathized with such an asshole even for a moment.”

“The bluff to the end. Unlike before, this time my mind is fine. I don’t think I’ll ever lose.”

Certainly, whatever the reason, the fact that he was otherwise of the opposite s*x was not very favorable news to me. However, there was no law that it was necessarily a factor that was only against me. In fact, when I was blown up just now, if I had lost my temper like before, I would have ended it right away, but didn’t I give myself some time to recover by teasing my tongue unnecessarily?

“I don’t think there’s much of a difference in intelligence between when you’re sane and when you’re not? If I see you careless, I might fall even further.”

“I’ll rip your jaw!”

Look at that. Doesn’t it easily fall for such trivial provocations? His movement was not much different from when he lost his temper. He dodged the monotonous, linear charge with a slight hop to his side. Naturally losing the target, John’s torso headbutt stuck into the cabinet behind me.

-Wow!

With a loud sound, the cabinet that was barely standing completely collapsed. Shards of shattered glass and few remaining whiskeys and wines were poured over his head. He was like a drowning mouse. Perhaps his hair loss was in progress, and he seemed even more absent because of his sparse hair.

“You seem to like alcohol quite a bit, don’t you?”

“Good enough.”

John gritted his teeth at my ridicule. He wiped his face once. The drink dripped down his forearm. He’s pretending nothing’s wrong, but he seems quite agitated at not being able to overwhelm me even with his overwhelming physical abilities. I provoked him once again.

“Really? It’s not what I see. There was no trace of the alcohol in your cupboard. That’s just for decoration, aren’t you still looking for cheap cider or beer?”

“This bastard… !”

I think it was a classic song. I guess I couldn’t stand it when I clenched my teeth so tightly. John shuddered at his feet and he lunged at me once more. Still, he seemed to have developed the ability to learn, but this time he calmly threw his fist at me.

“You must be very angry. Why are you ashamed of your past?”

“Shut up! Would have said! I would!”

Sparks flew every time his fist collided with my sword. He clenched his teeth at the shock as if his intestines were twisting. Unlike before, there was no chance of victory in a frontal power struggle, so all he could do was let his fist slip away.

Anyway, his wrath is his own past. Honestly, I have no interest in who he used to be, where and how he grew up, and how he rose to become the leader of a gangster…. Wouldn’t it be polite to stab him if he showed his weakness so clearly? Because the basis of fighting is composure.

“I have no interest in your pathetic past. It’s obvious. Being born into the third of a poor family, I don’t want to live poor like my dad! And ran out of the house, something like that.”

“If you make fun of that mouth one more time, I will cut off your tongue for real.”

“Is the only thing you know how to do is shut up? Tear your mouth, shut up, cut your tongue, wouldn’t it be nice to increase your repertoire?”

“A bastard!”

John’s face was about to explode. The bright red thing looked like it would burst if you touched it, pouring out his blood. So he agreed to do so. He could not control his anger and rushed at him, making a slight cut in his face. It wasn’t too difficult, as he almost ran into a fit.

“You bastard!”

“It doesn’t hurt, but it’s not painful.”

John groaned as he grabbed his bloody cheek. I swung my sword wide and brushed off the pooled blood. It looks like it’s going to explode, but it doesn’t really explode. It’s a curiosity heaven solution today.

And another thing that surprised me was the fact that he was conscious of his injuries, unlike before. Almost to the point of suffocation. It wasn’t even that deep, and he didn’t seem to feel much pain, but he continued to touch the wound, as if he was quite concerned about the fact that his face was wounded.

I didn’t know that a human who had paid no attention to a leg injury that was almost amputated earlier would be so sensitive to a small cut on his face. Although he has transcended his body, his head, and pain, it is a bit contradictory to think that the fragments of his humanity that still remain are limiting his actions.

John ran the palm of his hand over his face, wiping off the blood, then gave a warning in a high-pitched voice.

“… The joke is over. I’ll really kill you in one hit.”

“Are you talking like it was just a joke? Bastard, your pride.”

He must have finally realized that if he answered back, he would end up on my tongue, so he quietly shut his mouth and punched him.

– Bang!

There was a deafening roar, and my sword collided with his fist. I wonder if this makes sense, but to my surprise, his fists are that strong. After receiving John’s punches several times, I had to take a big step back and straighten my posture.

Even more horrifying was the fact that his attacks were getting sharper and sharper. What was a simple punch at first gradually turned into a technique with a plausible form. Naturally, dealing with him became more and more difficult. It felt like my wrists would tear.

This is an unfair fight in the first place. If I get hit by just one or two, that’s it, but that bastard would feel pain from being stabbed or cut by my sword.

In the first place, it didn’t matter that I was the only one holding a weapon, or that he was in fact only a few tens of minutes long.

And in the end, four months passed. His fist flew toward my empty side. Momentarily, he lifted his knees and elbows to somehow avoid Jeong-tae, but he could not avoid being blown away by the ignorant monstrous power. Once again I hear the loud shattering of glass, and the opposite cabinet from earlier begins to collapse on me. Various fine liquors and shards of glass poured over my head. A piece of glass didn’t hurt much because of the adrenaline rushing to the top of my head.

I didn’t expect to have such a fierce fight. I struggled to get up from my seat, relying on my sword once again.

John’s mouth opened again, as if he thought he had a clear victory after seeing my condition. He keeps his mouth shut when he loses, then watch him open his mouth when he wins, you idiot.

“How is it, do you still have time to make fun of yourself?”

“Enough.”

“hahahaha! I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll ever lose. My head is clearer than usual, I can see where to attack next!”

“It tastes good.”

I lightly ignored his overjoyed self-congratulations, stuck out his tongue and sipped the alcohol from his lips. It’s definitely an expensive drink, so it’s delicious.

The disadvantage is over there if you drag the time anyway. It hurts his pride a little, but he’s an opponent you can beat just by holding on. He is like a flame burning with life as fuel. It’s too hot right now, so I can’t do anything about it, but eventually, after a short time of about 10 minutes, when there is nothing to burn anymore, it will disappear by itself.

The question is, can I survive the remaining time? As he praised himself, his attacks became more and more elusive and sophisticated. This time he was able to stop Jung-tae, but there’s no guarantee he won’t be able to in the future. It probably won’t survive if you allow only one or two hits like that.

I got into a stance. I also thought about running away, but in the current situation where I am barely catching up with my lack of physical ability with my skills, running away is the lowest of the lows. In the end, the only thing left is to stand up and hold on once again.

And at that moment, the door to the office, which had already been tattered from several head-butts, opened.