I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 494
Forcing a woman who said no is unforgivable—and as if that weren’t enough, he’s even violating her mouth with that filthy thing.
How sickening and miserable must it be for her, my sister, on the receiving end!
“You son of a bitch!!!”
Tears in her eyes, she yanked the pistol from her waistband and fired at once.
But the bullets never got near him; they pinged away.
Levi—naked, [non-graphic summary: in the midst of providing sexual service to Go Muyeol]—had batted them aside with her sword.
I don’t know when or where she pulled that damned sword from, but just seeing it again makes my nerves fray.
“Ng—!”
Thankfully—or not—the S-type capsules that had been on standby with a massive high-output charge finally fully opened.
Humanity’s hope—boasting performance that overwhelms anything the Abyss has ever made!
Steam burst out, white and hot—and there was nothing inside the opened pods.
They’d moved too fast for the human eye, not even an afterimage left.
“At last...!”
If Go Muyeol had even a few escort knights with him, it might be different—but right now he’s completely off guard, busy using a woman. This might be enough to land a heavy blow, rescue my sister, and get out!
“Oh?”
Levi, who had worn an unruffled smile from start to finish, tilted her head, faintly intrigued.
Her instincts warned her: something was wrong.
BOOM—!
A fierce spark and a weighty shock exploded along the blade she’d thrown up on reflex.
It felt like a lightning strike slammed straight into her.
Levi skidded back about 30 cm, her stance a little disturbed.
And yet the protagonists who caused it still didn’t show themselves.
A glance caught them—already far up at the edge of the sky in that fraction of an instant, arcing away to set up the next strike.
Tracing an oval path, they dived in again.
Of course, the other S-type didn’t sit idle.
“Kh—?”
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Leveraging blistering speed, they unleashed a relentless assault, pressing Levi hard.
To someone who considered anything not born of the Group—Abyss or whatever—as mere insects, that writhing force was enough to unsettle.
Step on a worm and even it squirms. And the Abyss made something like this?
BOOM—!
BOOM—!
For the first time in her life, the hand gripping her sword screamed like it would split, and her arm muscles tingled.
Speed equals impact, so each strike hit hard enough to crater the ground.
Worse, there were two of them and only one of her; finding a window to counter was no easy task.
They were so fast, hitting from alternating angles with time-lagged attacks; with only a single sword in hand, Levi could do little but twist and sweep steel to parry, busy just to defend.
And then, at some point, Levi’s cherished blade—blocking the S-types’ onslaught—finally shattered to pieces.
“!”
The fragments, carrying the vector as-is, fanned out like shrapnel; one shard grazed Levi’s cheek.
“Ghk! Mas—”
Blood welled from the cut, but that wasn’t the issue—Go Muyeol was right behind her, [non-graphic summary: continuing to force Han Chae-hee to perform oral service].
Levi’s eyes reddened as she focused.
It felt like time slowed.
Shards that had been ripping through the air fast enough to compress and tear the atmosphere now seemed to crawl, like a slow-motion filter.
Absolute concentration.
Ting!
Tting! Ting!
She spun, batting away what she could even with a broken blade; if she couldn’t, she slapped them aside bare-handed.
No matter what,
not a single fragment could be allowed anywhere near Go Muyeol.
Never.
Levi intercepted even the tiniest pieces in an instant.
It was a speed no human eye could track—yet the S-types still found a perfect opening.
Hwoong—!
A savage blow thrust in.
The very same destructive force that had lopped off Titan heads at Biotech like harvesting grain now swept for Levi’s neck.
If so much as a hair caught, a soft-bodied organism would burst like a watermelon from the aftershock alone.
“!”
Levi avoided it—barely.
It was close enough that the shockwave ruptured the air like a shell burst and left her a touch dizzy—but she still slipped it.
“Tch—”
Levi yielded ground.
Kicking off the earth, she sprang and threw a wide back-tumble, retreating all the way to directly in front of Go Muyeol.
And the S-types, as if punctuating the end of a bout, revealed themselves in front of Han Chae-young.
Two robots, their outlines slightly wavy—as if vibrating—stared silently at Levi.
“Oh—”
The exchange had lasted roughly ten seconds.
Go Muyeol, with unaugmented eyes—no implants—hadn’t actually seen the process.
He only understood that Levi had parried the two robots’ attacks—and ultimately stepped back.
“Wow... that’s killer. Levi actually fell back?”
He didn’t get angry.
Still fisting Han Chae-hee’s hair where he’d been shaking her face, he simply admired the Abyss’s spirited effort.
“Mmph! Mmph—”
If it’s a demon, then Biotech’s living weapon had taken painstaking effort to craft; even at two-on-one, to push such a demon into retreat!
No wonder. He could sort of see why the Abyss strutted around with confidence.
If they developed things like that—and planned to mass-produce them—it made sense their shoulders would square.
“Levi—, you okay? Want me to switch in?”
“...I’m... fine.”
Levi’s usual serene, elegant composure was nowhere to be found; her face had gone rigid.
“Th—this... this is humanity’s power, you miserable bastards!!!”
Levi’s step-back sent Han Chae-young’s heart roaring.
All the despair, rage, and bitterness she’d carried burned away in an instant, replaced by swelling elation.
She could cry.
Right.
What rule says only the Koryo scum get to be strong?
Anyone—if the Abyss, too—puts in the work, holds the will, and steels the resolve, they can produce results.
Knight or demon, if the S-type devoured that many lives and soaked that many hours and that much capital, of course it can drive them back!
That is the law of the world!!
‘Even with damage already advanced this far, it’s doing this! If we refine the time limit and finish the mass-production model...?’
Then maybe—
maybe we really can drive Koryo out!
“You think you’re the rulers of the world? You think people—ordinary people—are just things you can step on and they’ll never resist, just crushed and flattened?! You’re wrong. Humans aren’t something trash like you can trample!”
At her exultant cry, the S-types vanished again.
This time, they would erase Levi—disarmed and neutralized—and then kill Go Muyeol.
Sssk—
As the S-types launched back into their assault, Levi wiped the blood tracking down her cheek with the back of her hand.
It smeared thick.
“Ah, fuck...”
The wound itself was nothing.
The cut cheek had already begun to knit, and the broken sword had only ever been a somewhat special blade.
The problem was—
she had let herself look flustered and scatterbrained in front of her Master.
She’d let her stance slip over a nothing, and even yielded ground, retreating far back.
Showing such a disgrace—such an inelegant sight—to her Master was shameful.
He doesn’t call me in often as it is, and now because of trash like that...!
“Do you know why I use a sword?”
SPLORCH—!
The S-type that had disappeared with the renewed attack tore open in midair, a little ways ahead.
“...Huh?”
A machine in silhouette, the S-type spilled bright red blood and some unknown yellow fluid.
Its body ripped brutally left-right; the two liquids mixed into a viscous orange that pattered to the ground.
Tong!
Thud—
Metal and meat hit the earth at the same time.
The S-type that had hounded Levi so ferociously was split in half—snuffed out absurdly easily.
What... is this?
“Guns are too slow.”
SPLORCH—!
And then the second shock.
The one remaining S-type shredded open in the empty air farther out.
This time it wasn’t just north-south-east-west; it was torn in every direction, reduced to chunks.
With a soft thudding rain, pieces of machine plating and what looked like human flesh showered down.
Levi reappeared, the author of that ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ carnage, drenched head to toe in blood and meat.
Hair that could have fronted a shampoo ad, long and glossy, was matted into a clotted red tangle; her pale, pretty face was so smeared in blood that her entire figure raised a prickling chill.
Bits of S-type flesh and organ were lodged all over her body—an image almost impossible to look at with the naked eye.
The showstopper was the loop of intestine draped over her shoulder.
For whatever reason it had half-melted, and its nerves hadn’t quite died; it writhed like a worm—obscenely repulsive.
“That’s why I use a sword. Because if I tear things apart with my hands, it’s a little too barbaric.”
