The Sacred Manager Life - Chapter 120
[The angrier Master gets, the more the divine gift of monstrous strength reverts to its original form.]
‘Original?’
I’m following the guide lines shown by the divine gift of the milestone.
Now, only about 15 km remain.
[Yes, back to the ancient era when the gods first bestowed the gift of monstrous strength. You’ll wield it like Samson did when he first received it.]
‘And what happens then?’
[You’ll become savage and brutal. In that era, the goal wasn’t to subdue enemies—it was to kill them. Or to cripple them by tearing off their limbs so they couldn’t fight back.]
‘What about the no-killing rule?’
[You’re here to deliver divine punishment, aren’t you? The gods are merciful, but they don’t extend that mercy to sinners.]
‘I like that.’
Now, only 10 km remain.
The destination was a villa somewhere in Gapyeong.
Following the rough driveway inside, I saw a few thugs guarding the entrance.
Judging by the luxury sports cars packed in the parking lot, it seemed they’d gathered all their like-minded delinquent friends.
As I stepped out of the car and walked forward, the guy at the front blocked my way.
“The hell?”
I grabbed his shoulder, twisted his arm behind him, and yanked.
A human arm comes off easier than you’d think.
“GAAAAAH!!”
I tossed the severed arm aside and kept walking.
When the second guy rushed at me, I punched his chest—the sensation of shattering bones reverberated through my body.
Broken ribs jutted out through his clothes.
“AAARGH!”
“Ghk—!”
“P-please, spare me!!”
I crushed his skull, shattered his shinbones, tore off his jaw, and slammed him into the ground.
The thugs behind me screamed and fled.
Just like that, I cleared out the brutes guarding the door in an instant.
As I neared the villa, loud music assaulted my ears.
Shadows moved back and forth behind the translucent glass windows.
“Fuck, dieeee!!”
One guy charged at me boldly, swinging a steel pipe.
I caught it and crushed it like paper.
Then I rammed the crumpled pipe straight through his mouth.
It pierced through the back of his neck and pinned him to the ground.
‘Haa, haa…’
I picked up one of the guys sprawled on the floor.
When I shook him, his dangling jaw fell off.
I hurled him with all my might toward the villa’s door.
“Did you hear that?”
The man grunting as he thrust into a woman spoke up.
He was a fairly popular boy band member.
“Was that screaming?”
The murmuring noise made Yongho, the boss of the international faction, twitch irritably.
“The fuck, you don’t trust our guys? Who the hell could break through and get here?”
“Yeah, with Yongho here, what’s there to worry about?”
“Where’s Kijin?”
“Over there. Probably trying to undress her.”
A soft carpet covered a raised platform a step or two above the living room floor.
Han Kijin, acting like the party host, had brought an unconscious woman up there.
Most were engrossed in their own activities, but a few leered at the scene.
Han Kijin laid the woman down and tapped her cheek.
“Hey, wake up.”
“Ugh… nngh…”
Finally, the woman’s eyes fluttered open.
It was Seo Yuna, the leader of Honey Pops.
“Hah, fuck… you’re so goddamn hot.”
As Yuna dazedly looked around, her eyes widened.
Strangers were everywhere, tangled with women, doing unspeakable things.
The man in front of her licked his lips with the same hungry look.
“Wh-where… who are you?”
“Doesn’t matter… strip. No, wait—I’ll strip you myself, heh heh.”
He grabbed Yuna’s sleeve and yanked.
Feeling threatened, Yuna screamed and scrambled back.
“Yeah, that’s right… fight back a little—”
CRASH!!
A deafening roar erupted as the villa’s door shattered inward.
A massive body flew into the living room, its lower jaw completely gone, leaving only the whites of its eyes visible.
“KYAAAAAH!!”
The women screamed at the horrific sight.
Nearby men toppled over or fell on their asses in shock.
A man stepped in, crushing the splintered door underfoot.
Behind him, crimson flames flickered.
No—it wasn’t an illusion. The air itself felt sinister, as if it were alive with malice.
“Wh-what the fuck is that guy?”
Yongho, the international faction boss, and his lackeys reacted first.
A few rushed forward to block the man’s path.
I didn’t know if I threw it too hard or if the door was just weak, but it collapsed more easily than expected.
Stepping over the wreckage, I saw a depraved party in full swing.
Drugged men swaying, women greedily sucking off guys, others chugging spiked drinks—it was like Sodom and Gomorrah.
A few noticed me and stood up.
Behind them, I spotted a red-faced blond—Yongho, the international faction boss from Dasol’s memories.
At the far end of the room were Han Kijin and Yuna.
Both saw me, their expressions shifting to horror—but their emotions were polar opposites.
‘Put Yuna to sleep.’
[Got it.]
The moment I spoke, Yuna collapsed.
I couldn’t let her see what was about to happen.
A few tried to flee toward the back—probably where the exit was.
‘Don’t let a single one escape.’
[The gods destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah with fire and brimstone.]
“AAAH, F-FIRE!!”
Flames erupted from nowhere, licking up the walls.
In seconds, they climbed the ceiling, turning the entire villa into an inferno.
Strangely, the interior remained untouched—only the walls and ceiling burned.
Some tried to escape by running toward the walls, but the flames engulfed them, leaving them writhing on the ground.
Others who fled upstairs tumbled back down the stairs.
[It’s not over yet.]
I didn’t know spirits could sound this sinister.
White crystals began sprouting from the skin of a few men.
They screamed, trying to tear them off, but the crystals swiftly encased their bodies, immobilizing them.
‘What’s that?’
[Salt crystals.]
‘Salt?’
[When the gods led people out of Sodom and Gomorrah, they warned them not to look back. But some, still attached to their sinful pleasures, turned into pillars of salt. These crystals are remnants of that attachment.]
How meticulously recreated.
Now, not a single one could escape.
A few brutes charged at me—the entrance wasn’t on fire yet.
THUD!
“GAAAAH!!”
CRUNCH!
“AAARGH!!”
The divine gift, reverted to its savage origins, was pure terror.
Arms snapped, shoulders caved in, leg joints shattered completely.
White crystals coated the fallen men—proof their lust for pleasure hadn’t died even in this state.
“Y-you fucking bastard…!!”
Yongho appeared, brandishing a Japanese sword—where the hell did he get that?
This villa really had everything.
[Foolish human. Raising a weapon against Master?]
As the spirit spoke, something glowed above my right hand.
[Let me show you what a real weapon is.]
The light twisted into a small vortex, and from its center rose a gleaming object.
A blade twice as thick as the Japanese sword,
a hilt engraved with the faces of a child, lion, ox, and eagle,
wheels spinning in four directions, six wings fluttering.
A massive flaming sword, burning fiercely on both edges.
Seeing the floating sword, Yongho paled.
‘What is this?’
[The Flaming Sword of Eden. The angel Cherubim wields it to guard the gates of paradise. It doesn’t have a name, so some just call it Cherubim.]
Gripping the hilt, flames surged toward the ceiling.
Terrified, Yongho hesitated despite his drawn sword.
“Scared? Not coming?”
Taunting him lightly, he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and charged.
But that was as far as he got.
As Cherubim’s flames spread, the tip of his sword began melting—like steel in a furnace.
Yongho tried to pull back, but the blade kept getting sucked in.
“N-no, aaah… GAAAAH!!”
When the flames reached his hand, the sword’s edge split down the middle.
Transformed into scissors, it cleanly sliced Yongho in half.
The severed halves sizzled as they hit the floor.
No time to scream.
No illusion either.
Han Kijin, watching from above, trembled violently.
For trash like him, such a weapon wasn’t even necessary.
‘I’ll use my fists.’
[As you wish.]
Cherubim vanished from sight.
Two steps up, and my eyes met Kijin’s.
Seeing me unarmed, he must’ve regained some bravado.
“You bastard… do you know who I—?”
THUD!
Han Kijin flew through the air, crashing near the entrance.
He landed shoulder-first—must’ve hurt like hell.
“GAAAH! Ugh… m-my shoulder…!!”
I walked down and kicked him again.
He slammed into the wall, but the scorching air made him flop to the ground like a fish.
“Haaah, p-please stop!!”
“Did you ever stop when the women under you begged for mercy?”
I stepped on his ankles, pressing down slowly.
CRUNCH.
Both flattened under my foot.
“AAAAAH!!”
I sat beside him, waiting for his screams to die down.
I broke his legs first because I still needed his arms.
Picking up a discarded phone, I handed it to him.
“Make a call.”
“Ugh… wh-where?”
“Your precious dad. The old man who’s been covering for a piece of shit like you. I’m merciful—I won’t make him watch his son die. But don’t you think he’ll be lonely without you?”
Satan demanded a two-for-one deal.