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Chapter 04
“…?!”
Instant teleportation to any desired point within 10 meters?
Good.
There was no doubt it was an extremely powerful skill.
But its priority was lower than the Reaper’s Robe.
And the Hell Points required for it were ten times higher.
“Does that mean skills are classified above items?”
At that moment, the drug addict writhing in pain rolled off the sofa and began crawling away.
“Mmm! Ughhh!”
The man, still biting down on a rag, crawled wildly across the floor.
Suhyeok pressed his foot down on the man’s back as if stepping on an insect.
“Where do you think you’re going, you bastard.”
Unable to move at all, the man was searched. Suhyeok found his wallet and examined the business cards inside.
“Ughhh!!”
The man beneath him continued thrashing in agony.
[XX Club, Waiter ‘Dakgangjeong’]
Seeing the card, a faint smile formed on his lips.
He had finally found it.
A lead to the Cheolsu Syndicate.
“You’re no longer needed. Go to hell.”
With a snap of his fingers, he silently invoked Judgment Punishment. The man’s struggling intensified briefly, then gradually weakened—until it stopped completely.
And just like the previous thug, his body dissolved into black particles, erased from existence.
- A criminal has been judged.
- You have obtained 10 Hell Points as a reward.
Unlike before, no other messages appeared.
Only the Hell Points notification remained.
“So the first bonus was a special case.”
It didn’t matter.
He intended to keep judging them anyway.
Suhyeok wiped the fingerprints from his phone with a handkerchief and tossed it onto the sofa.
Then he quietly opened the front door and stepped into the fresh air, as if trying to wash away the stench of the drug den.
He returned to where he had parked his scooter in the alley, took off the Reaper’s Robe, and placed it inside his delivery bag.
“Let’s go to XX Club.”
He wasn’t going straight home—he was heading to the club.
Of course, no one would let a delivery driver in wearing that outfit, but Suhyeok had the Reaper’s Robe as a cheat item.
‘I wish the Reaper’s Robe could also be summoned like the scythe.’
Even now, it was an absurdly overpowered item. A ridiculously cost-effective item purchased for only 10 Hell Points. Yet greed still crept into his mind.
‘There must be higher-tier items. I need to gather Hell Points and level up quickly.’
Human desire had no end—and Suhyeok was no exception.
Soon, he arrived near XX Club.
It was the most famous club in his neighborhood, so he had no trouble finding it.
He parked his scooter in a suitable alley and put on the Reaper’s Robe.
Vanishing into the darkness, he walked toward the entrance.
Even at past 2 a.m., a long line stretched in front of the club.
At the entrance stood security guards and staff controlling entry.
Just as he was about to pass them—
A thin waiter came up the stairs from the basement.
And on his chest was a name tag: “Dakgangjeong.”
A faint smile appeared on Suhyeok’s lips.
He had just saved himself the trouble of searching inside the noisy club.
Dakgangjeong kicked one of the staff members hard in the shin.
“Hey, you bastard. Didn’t I tell you to manage the crowd properly?”
“Ugh… s-sorry, sir.”
“Because of the trash you let in, the VIPs are getting upset!”
The people in line seemed used to it, watching without much reaction.
“Get it together. If anything goes wrong again, I’ll kill you. Understand?”
He flicked ash from his cigarette and headed toward the back alley.
Suhyeok followed him, summoning the Reaper’s Scythe in his right hand.
He could kill him with Judgment Punishment, but he needed information first.
The alley was empty. No CCTV. No people.
‘Don’t kill him too quickly.’
Suppressing rising anger, Suhyeok inhaled deeply to steady himself.
Then, behind the man exhaling cigarette smoke—
He covered his mouth.
“If you scream or move, you die.”
He pressed something sharp—the unseen scythe hidden by the robe—against his neck.
Dakgangjeong froze in shock.
He couldn’t see anything, yet he clearly felt a blade pressing against his throat.
His eyes trembled.
“What… what are you… an Awakened one? I’ll give you money. Please just spare my life.”
Suhyeok ignored him.
Above the man’s head floated layers of sin:
- Drug trafficking
- Violence
- Sexual assault
- Rape
- Prostitution
- Contract killing
The stench of evil felt suffocating.
“Answer my question. You’re with the Cheolsu Syndicate, aren’t you?”
The man’s body trembled slightly.
“Yes… yes, I am…”
But beneath the fear, Suhyeok sensed something strange.
A flicker of relief. A hidden confidence, like a prisoner awaiting execution who still believes in an escape.
‘He has backing.’
There was no time to dwell on it.
Suhyeok tightened his grip on the scythe.
“From now on, I’ll ask three questions. Answer late, and you die. First—who is above you?”
“Ch-Chulga… Chulga Mask is the boss of this club!”
“Is he the leader of the syndicate?”
“No… there’s someone above him too. I’ve never even met them.”
“Is Chulga Mask inside the club?”
“No, he doesn’t come often. I don’t know where he lives either!”
Suhyeok frowned.
So it wasn’t that simple.
“Second. Explain how your syndicate distributes the drugs. How does it move?”
“We… we waiters just find buyers here! There are so many people looking for drugs in clubs… but we never touch the product!”
A lie.
The sins floating above his head said otherwise.
Even now, he was lying at death’s door.
Suhyeok restrained himself from cutting him down immediately.
“Then who moves the product?”
“W-When the goods come out of the factory, special ‘runners’ move them! They drop them at designated drop zones, and buyers pick them up themselves. We just take the money and tell them the location!”
‘Waiters handle sales. Runners handle delivery. No one knows the factory location… a decentralized structure.’
Suhyeok analyzed the system.
“Who handles informants?”
“That’s handled directly by Chulga Mask! Rumor is he has ties to the police… when information comes in, he sends enforcers immediately. No leaks are tolerated.”
A tightly organized network—sales, logistics, intelligence.
Suhyeok recalled the “enforcer” mentioned, remembering the sensation of being stabbed in the stomach earlier.
“Final question. Where are the syndicate leader and Chulga Mask?”
The man fell silent.
He was stalling.
“Three seconds. One…”
At that moment, Dakgangjeong’s fearful eyes turned vicious.
“Do you even know what you’re doing? Even if you’re Awakened, you shouldn’t just barge in like this!”
Heavy footsteps echoed from the entrance.
The club guard from earlier appeared.
He wore a suit and metallic knuckles that glinted under the light.
“Oh? What are you doing alone, boss?”
A smirk formed on the man’s face.
“Hey, Jongchan! Hurry up and deal with this bastard. I can’t see him, but something’s definitely pressing my neck!”
“Really? I don’t see anything either. Looks like you’re just acting in a horror movie alone.”
The guard, Kim Jongchan, looked relaxed.
But his eyes were sharp, scanning the invisible space.
“I can’t see him, but I can feel him. Hm… an invisibility-type ability?”
The Reaper’s Robe erased physical form, but it couldn’t fully deceive heightened senses.
‘As expected.’
Suhyeok stepped forward and drove the scythe deeper without hesitation.
SPLAT.
“I told you. Answer, or you die.”
“Ghk—!!”
Blood surged into the man’s throat, drowning his scream.
The confrontation had escalated into violence.
