I tamed the First Rank Chapter 93
- HoshiMiya
- 7 days ago
- 7 min read
<From the moment you called.>
Hyeon Gyu-ha replied as usual and approached the window. It was so strange that he felt nothing. As if he had become a stranger while gauging his own feelings, Hyeon Gyu-ha soon nodded. It was because he had experienced this emotion once before.
On the day his mother abandoned him.
The researchers trembled even more at the sight of the boy, who was no different from usual, and retreated towards the door. Although he was only 14 years old, the boy was a high-ranking hunter who was no different from a murder weapon.
Kang Seok-woo, who seemed surprised, soon smiled brightly and spread his arms.
<Gyu-ha-ya, you will be the greatest achievement for humanity. You will be able to escape the fate of death, which is no different from original sin, from the moment you are born!>
<It is true that my biological father, whose face I don’t even know, is immortal……. but that's only the price of being offered to the gods as a human sacrifice. After that, he was just used as a stepping stone.>
<What?>
Kang Seok-woo, who had been shouting excitedly, had a dumbfounded expression on his face when he heard the truth. That expression seemed to be saying, 'What nonsense are you talking about?'
Hyeon Gyu-ha laughed in vain. Ah, this is the kind of person my 'dad' is.
<Hiik!>
One of the researchers, frightened by his laughter, tried to run away in a panic. Bam! Hyeon Gyu-ha closed the door with a single wave of his hand, crushing the researchers to the floor.
<Ugaah! Gyu-ha-ya! We ju-just couldn't defy Dr. Kang.....!>
<It was all Dr. Kang's orders! I really didn't want to do it!>
<I'm sorry! I'm sorry!>
Ignoring the researchers' cries, he stepped inside. He took one step. And then another. Kang Seok-woo, who had come to his senses at the researchers' frightened reaction, took a step back. His back soon hit the wall.
<Gyu-Gyu-ha-ya. I think you're misunderstanding something....... Let's talk about it calmly.>
Hyeon Gyu-ha felt murderous intent toward humans since he was 9 years old. However, it was more like a young boy’s immature rebellion. His immature murderous intent was not properly refined. Hyeon Gyu-ha did not feel murderous intent even when he saw adults who were only greedy and wanted to use him, or adults who were jealous and envious. If you don’t have expectations of people, you have no reason to resent them.
Thus, the killing intent that had finally begun to sharpen and form in the boy's small chest was proof that he had held expectations towards the other person. He had leaned on them with his heart. He had relied on them. He had liked them very, very much.
<Kwaaaaah!>
Between the screams of the terminal horse, a fountain of blood spurted up to the ceiling. Looking at his hands soaked in the hot, red blood, Hyeon Gyu-ha thought absentmindedly. The new clothes I just changed into are dirty again. I really need to buy clothes with good waterproofing.
Was it wrong for me to reveal my attribute? Or was it that they had intended to use me from the moment I brought them from the training camp? I suddenly became curious, but it was a question I would never get an answer to. And it wasn't something I was desperately curious about enough to want to dig into.
Hyeon Gyu-ha squatted down in front of the researchers, who were screaming and begging.
<Who is the chairman I spoke with earlier? Who knows more about my attributes?>
The two researchers who had returned after resting in the sleeping quarters stopped in their tracks as soon as they opened the door, seeing the bodies sprawled on the floor. Splat. Blood spattered up to their trouser cuffs. Their brains, accustomed to a peaceful routine, could not immediately cope with the unusual situation that had abruptly thrust itself before their eyes.
The head fell off with a thud, rolling on the floor, gushing out hot blood.
<Ahhhhh! Aahhhh!>
A researcher with blood pouring down his face screams and runs away, only to have his head explode and he dies.
It was a meaningless death, but it had repercussions. The researcher’s screams caused the emergency bell to ring in the lab, and the guards and hunters from the Seokho Guild rushed over. The fatigue and wounds from clearing a large-scale dungeon alone had not yet recovered. It was impossible to face them.
He escaped through the window and ran away from the lab. Before he knew it, his clothes were red with blood from the wounds that had burst and spread. He tore up the business cards that were hanging from his pants pocket.
He ran away and cleared his mind. He destroyed all his research materials. Another member of his direct team said he would rest at home until today. The only outsiders who knew about the special attributes of being a vampire were Chairman Min of Yangsa and his successors.
<Ah.>
Hyeon Gyu-ha realized that his heart was beating incredibly fast and stopped walking. He rubbed his thumping left chest and then hit it with his fist. But it still didn't calm down.
Bam! He hit himself so hard that his ribs cracked. He realized for the first time that the tears that had been pouring down his face since a while ago were his own tears.
<Ah, seriously. Why are you crying just because your chest hurts a little?>
He rubbed his eyes roughly, deliberately blaming himself. However, he knew better than anyone that these were not tears from physical pain. These tears, the anxiety that tore at his heart, were the same as back then.
The day his mother abandoned him.
The day I became a child no longer needed by my mother.
<……Mom.>
The child who had lost his parents ended up curling up like a newborn baby and letting out suffocating sobs.
I missed my mom. I missed her so much.
***
“Since this is the hidden boss’s territory, will wearing the ring make Gyu-ha a burden? Or will he get hurt when moving?”
He racked his brain and asked him several reasons, but 8-se just shook his head. Then he cried softly, “Squeak……………….” and carefully buried his face in the back of his hand. It seemed like he was asking him not to hate him, so In Yoo-shin sighed and stroked the 8-se’s fur.
“I wish I could understand what you’re saying, really…………….”
He left the house with 8-se in my arms. He could tell right away where Nzinga was. There was only one building left, besides the one he had just been in.
It had the atmosphere of a kind of shrine where ancestral gods were worshipped. Nzinga was sitting with her back against a pillar and her eyes closed. She must be observing the situation and moving the monsters and territory.
While he was hesitating, he soon opened his eyes.
“Do you have something to say?”
"If you, Nzinga, aren't planning on taking me hostage, why don't you let me out?"
“It’s safe here. If you leave, you too will become a living being and the monsters will come after you. But if you can handle it, I won’t stop you from leaving.”
That was right. I was a worthless human being who couldn't even protect my own life.
As he squatted down with a sullen face, Nzinga asked again.
“When you heard they let the others go in exchange for you, didn't you feel relieved instead?”
“………………I’m worried that there might be someone out there looking for me.”
Belatedly, In Yoo-shin regretted that he shouldn't have been caught. However, he wondered if something wasn't wrong with feeling that the safety of one Hyeon Gyu-ha was more precious than the numerous people who had escaped from the auction house.
As if reading his mind, Nzinga looked away.
“It is natural for a human being to value one life that I know more than hundreds or thousands that I do not know. I felt the same way.”
"………………Did Nzinga have someone like that?"
“My son was murdered by his own brother before I could even breastfeed him a few times.”
“Ah………………. I’m sorry.”
“It was a long time ago. When he was about to die, I couldn’t even remember my son’s face. It might have been because so many people were driven to death because of me.”
Nzinga looked at In Yoo-shin again. His eyes were straight and firm.
“But even if I could turn back time, I would kill my brother and nephew, take the throne myself, and force my people to die to protect the country. I have absolutely no regrets.”
Then she asked.
“What about you?”
"………………If I could go back in time, I would never get involved with that person.”
I regret it. For recognizing him. For taming him. For forcing his fate upon myself.
The same situation where he lost his parents because of his worthless actions happened again. In Yoo-shin was resentful of himself for not being able to die 14 years ago.
Nzinga quietly rubbed her chin.
"You encountered a flaming monster 14 years ago."
“Huh? How did you know that?”
“Didn’t I tell you before? The King who spread the bloodline has something to tell you. It seems that the memories held by the land you were swept away in 14 years ago are my memories. Is that why you chose my crystal stone?”
He stared at her blankly. Was it really true that the boss monster that had taken the lives of many people, including my parents, 14 years ago was one of the concubines who was burned at the stake?
But what's the point now? It's common for dungeon backgrounds to overlap.
Before In Yoo-shin could ask again, Nzinga swung his spear sharply. Flames flew out and enveloped him. The blazing flames consumed the present time, sending his consciousness crashing back to the distant past.
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