You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿-Chapter 164

After the monsters appeared, there were sometimes those like this.

Those who, intoxicated by the thrill of combat, could not return to their everyday lives and continuously sought out the battlefield.

It was a kind of PTSD phenomenon.

And Nam Seung-hee was clearly intoxicated by that pleasure.

James Chen frowned.

"To be intoxicated by something you’re not even capable of wielding... Ugh!"

James Chen bit his tongue as he swiftly dodged the slashing sword energy extending toward him.

Nam Seung-hee laughed loudly.

"Hahaha! How does it feel to taste blood after being beaten by an ordinary person?"

"...Your swordsmanship isn’t bad!"

Honestly, James felt a bit of his pride hurt.

In fact, the idea that an A-class Hunter like James Chen would struggle against an ordinary person was, in itself, utterly absurd.

James clicked his tongue inwardly while dodging several attacks.

'I have to admit, this is no easy opponent.'

Although it seemed like Nam Seung-hee was recklessly swinging her sword, her techniques were surprisingly intricate.

First of all, she didn’t hesitate to use anything at her disposal. No matter how much equipment she borrowed, her aging body would slow her reflexes.

To compensate for this, Nam Seung-hee kicked up dirt to obscure his vision and, even enduring pain, twisted the angles of her sword strikes in strange ways.

This was a combat style that could only be achieved through training.

According to the investigation, she had some connection with Theodora Yovanovich—perhaps she learned something from Theodora?

Moreover, above all, she was very accustomed to violence.

Even a Hunter familiar with violence would hesitate when dealing with humans.

Attacking monsters and killing humans were entirely different issues.

Humans are weak to sight and are taught how bad murder is, so when attacking their own kind, hesitation usually shows.

However, there was no such hesitation in Nam Seung-hee.

'How many people has she killed, I wonder?'

Normally, when trying to subdue an opponent, one would aim for limbs like arms or legs.

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But Nam Seung-hee, without hesitation, aimed for James Chen’s head and heart.

It was clear she was very familiar with killing.

'She’s someone I can’t afford to let kill me.'

And this was a new handicap for James Chen.

Nam Seung-hee must not be killed; she must be captured.

Because Jeong Da-on had given that order.

Even if it meant his death, he had been explicitly told not to kill Nam Seung-hee.

So, James had no choice but to act passively compared to the aggressively attacking Nam Seung-hee.

Especially when she had even taken away his Magic Control ability.

‘It can’t be helped.’

James Chen narrowed his eyes.

The orders Jeong Da-on had given him were absolute.

He had no choice but to follow them.

"You’re just dodging, but can’t attack at all. An A-class Hunter doesn’t seem so impressive after all?"

"...Hmph."

Of course, even if that were the case, it didn’t feel good to have his pride scratched by Nam Seung-hee.

And in reality, with his Magic Control taken away, there wasn’t much James could do.

"When are you going to stop dodging like that?"

Bang!

Nam Seung-hee’s assault grew more and more violent. There were several moments that sent a chill down James’ spine, and beads of sweat gathered on his chin.

Scrape!

One of James’ folding fans, which he used to block her sword energy, broke in half.

As soon as that happened, Nam Seung-hee, without missing a beat, swung her sword once more, pressing forward.

Flap!

James Chen pulled out a spare folding fan from his belongings, unfurling it and swinging it at her.

Unlike the fan he had offered to Jeong Da-on, this one was made of heavy metal, a custom item that James had specifically commissioned.

Bang!

The fan, swung as if to stir even the lightest breeze, released a sharp crescent-shaped sword energy with a heavy sound instead of wind.

Tsk!

"Disappointing!"

Naturally, Nam Seung-hee had been expecting an attack from the fan, so she easily avoided the sword energy James had launched as she moved in.

A confident smile spread across her face.

As soon as she dodged his sword energy and closed the gap, her sword was in striking distance of his neck.

"This was all you had?"

Just as Nam Seung-hee closed the distance and swung her sword at James' neck.

"Sometimes, empty space leads to victory."

James Chen chuckled as he watched Nam Seung-hee charge toward him.

He could see the unease on her face, but by the time she recognized it, it was already too late.

The cold sensation creeping up the back of his neck.

"...This!"

At that moment, Nam Seung-hee finally realized the trap James had set.

She instinctively lowered her head.

Swoosh!

Simultaneously, her neatly tied-up hair was cut off and scattered to the floor.

But that wasn’t the end.

Nam Seung-hee, having aimed her sword at James’ neck, had leaned forward as her right arm holding the sword had moved upward.

Trying to quickly retrieve her sword in anticipation of a counterattack, her arm was too slow to react.

Scrape!

She avoided having her head severed, but her right arm was almost completely severed.

Fortunately, she managed to grab her sword with her left hand quickly, but since it wasn’t her dominant hand, her chances of winning had effectively diminished.

James Chen laughed.

"You’re not the only one who can use items."

Just a moment ago, the sword energy James had shot from the fan came back toward him like a boomerang.

Since it only relied on his body’s magic, even after losing Magic Control, he could still use it a few times, though its power and speed were somewhat reduced.

"It’s perfect for cutting the neck of a young, foolish fool who can’t distinguish between heaven and earth."

That’s why it was an ideal item to use when the enemy relaxed, thinking they’d avoided an attack, and approached within striking range.

Nam Seung-hee’s earlier act of dodging his attacks and drawing him closer had been the key to setting up this surprise strike.

"Haha."

Nam Seung-hee looked down at her right arm, half severed.

Blood dripped to the floor as pain spread across her face.

It must have been painful, but more than that, she probably regretted losing her arm from one single bad decision.

James Chen laughed at her.

"I told you not to kill her. Well, now you’re starting to come to your senses, aren’t you? Do you realize how reckless it was to challenge an A-class Hunter?"

"Yeah, now I’m coming to my senses."

"Then..."

"Haha, hahaha!"

Nam Seung-hee’s mad laughter interrupted James’s words.

Gripping her sword with her left hand, she charged toward James again.

"This just got more fun! Yeah, dying would be boring!"

"...You really have lost your mind... damn it!"

Clang!

The folding fan parried the sword, but Nam Seung-hee’s attacks were getting even fiercer.

Even as her left arm, weakened and slowed, struggled to maintain her strength and speed, her intensity only grew more frenzied.

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"Using such an item, I see. You really don’t have the strength to take back your Magic Control, do you?"

"What... what are you talking about?"

But it was a direct hit.

The cursed sword she wielded had taken control of the magic, so although its power was reduced, it was still possible to use the item with only the body’s magic.

"Then all I have to do is stall until your body’s magic runs out, and I’ll win!"

Boom! Boom!

The murderous aura in Nam Seung-hee’s face grew more intense with every swing of her sword.

Of course, in theory, it wasn’t a wrong statement.

Nam Seung-hee, who wielded the sword that dominated the area’s Magic Control.

And James Chen, who had to rely solely on his body’s magic.

Over time, Nam Seung-hee’s advantage would surely increase.

"Don’t make me laugh. You think you can last long enough for that? Stop right now!"

But Nam Seung-hee was far from normal. She was bleeding heavily, and her body was visibly overheating.

"You’re going to die at this rate!"

That was the obvious truth.

The fact that an ordinary person temporarily gained enough strength to challenge an A-class Hunter showed just how powerful the items were.

Hoping for more than that was simply greedy.

By the time James Chen managed to land a fatal blow on Nam Seung-hee despite losing his Magic Control, the battle was already decided.

"Take your hands off that cursed sword...!"

"Die, die, die!"

Even as defeat became inevitable, Nam Seung-hee showed no sign of retreating.

That frenzy, rushing toward death.

Regardless of the outcome, James Chen felt a bit of a chill run down his spine.

And Nam Seung-hee didn’t miss that brief mental advantage.

"Die!"

James Chen’s eyes widened.

Something shot out from Nam Seung-hee’s arms.

It rolled across the ground. James quickly recognized what it was.

"A grenade... you crazy...!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Nam Seung-hee’s laughter dominated the space.

He never expected Nam Seung-hee would resort to such an extreme measure, even at the cost of her own death.

The distance between them was already too close to avoid it.

As James Chen struggled to form a shield, trying to use his magic...

"That’s enough."

A voice from a girl echoed.

Whoosh!

A transparent wall suddenly appeared between Nam Seung-hee and James Chen.

Boom!

Then, the grenade exploded beyond the transparent barrier. But neither of them was caught in the blast.

"What... what is this?"

Nam Seung-hee, too, was startled in that moment.

"Aaah, aaah..."

James Chen trembled.

The magical energy that had been completely controlled and immobilized surged violently.

An ordinary person wouldn’t have noticed it, but to Hunter James, it was extremely vivid.

It was like a natural disaster, a shaking earthquake. The air churned, breathing became difficult, and the world seemed to flip upside down.

The one who controlled the magic in this area was shifting.

And the only one James Chen knew capable of controlling it was—

James Chen cried out in delight.

"Finally, you’re here!"

"What? Who the hell...! Ugh!"

Crack!

Seizing the opportunity, James Chen kicked Nam Seung-hee’s wrist.

"...Ugh!"

Nam Seung-hee ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) tried to hold onto her sword, but the blow was too much.

She staggered briefly as she attempted to swing the sword again but...

Crack!

"Aaagh!"

Nam Seung-hee screamed, and this time it wasn’t due to James Chen’s attack.

Her left wrist was twisted at a grotesque angle.

"Well, it looks like you won’t be using both arms anymore."

Then, Jeong Da-on appeared like a ghost, grabbing Nam Seung-hee’s wrist and breaking it casually.

"Be careful not to bite your tongue."

Crack!

Jeong Da-on didn’t stop at twisting her wrist but also struck Nam Seung-hee’s chin with an elbow.

Nam Seung-hee, who had lost her sword, couldn’t even scream as her head rattled and she fell backward.

James Chen, who was watching this, couldn’t help but admire.

Truly, his master was ruthless to her enemies.

Finally, Jeong Da-on turned to James Chen.

"Are you alright?"

"Thanks to you, master. I appreciate it!"

"Yeah... well, you can think of it like that."

Whoosh!

Nam Seung-hee’s sword, dropped to the floor, seemed to tremble as if begging to be picked up.

Jeong Da-on extended her hand toward the sword with an unreadable gaze.

James Chen spoke carefully.

"Um... Master, of course, I can't comprehend your thoughts, which are as lofty as the immortal above the clouds..."

"I said you have a long tongue."

"Wouldn’t it be better not to touch it? There might be mind control magic on it."

James Chen’s deduction was reasonable.

No matter how much Nam Seung-hee was addicted to the thrill of killing, her transformation went beyond reason.

She wasn’t even alive, yet she could control the magic in this area?

Even though she had transformed into a mere ordinary person, if Jeong Da-on, the most powerful being James knew, touched that sword...

"Mental manipulation magic."

However, Jeong Da-on paid no heed to James Chen’s words.

She casually reached out and picked up the sword.

James felt his tension rise involuntarily.

"It’s not a bad idea."

"Th-thank you?"

For now, nothing seemed to have changed.

Rather, Jeong Da-on seemed in a better mood than usual.

"But that's not it. Simply controlling others goes against Orbis's vile tastes."

"Excuse me?"

"However, I think this sword did trigger Nam Seung-hee’s desires. This sword... contains such souls."

Jeong Da-on seemed to be admiring it.

"Such pure, desire-filled souls... it’s been a long time since I’ve seen this color."

What could this mean?

Did Jeong Da-on see something different in this sword?

‘...There’s something unusual about this.’

James Chen observed Jeong Da-on.

In fact, it wasn’t the first time he thought Jeong Da-on was unusual.

Her background, as a 20-year-old East Asian girl, was completely ordinary, but her words and actions defied explanation based on that history.

There was a familiarity as if she had controlled people for a very long time...

And now, Jeong Da-on was gazing at the sword as if admiring a piece of art.

James knew that this sword was made by a woman named Orbis, whom Jeong Da-on was searching for.

‘She was supposed to be an enemy.’

But in Jeong Da-on’s gaze as she stared at the sword,

There was something oddly... melancholic about it.

It felt as if she was recalling a time she could never return to.

But that expression quickly faded.

"Ugh..."

Nam Seung-hee groaned from the floor.

After writhing for a few moments, Nam Seung-hee raised her head and recognized Jeong Da-on, then smiled bitterly.

"I’ve been had. I never expected you to show up. When exactly... did you contact James Chen?"

Jeong Da-on replied in her usual indifferent tone.

"We’ve just met. It seems you know a lot about me. Did you hear it from Theodora?"

"We’re not exactly on greeting terms."

Nam Seung-hee snorted.

"You must have expected this somewhat? Otherwise, why else would you have kidnapped Yun-gyeol?"

She certainly was quick-witted.

Even in a situation where she had nearly lost both arms, Nam Seung-hee’s tongue hadn’t dulled. Even now, she was trying to extract information from Jeong Da-on about how much she knew.

Jeong Da-on sneered at Nam Seung-hee.

"Ah, don’t even try to interrogate me. Lawyer-like rhetoric doesn’t work on me."

"I can’t help it. It’s my main profession."

"Not a sadistic killer addicted to the pleasure of cutting people?"

They both explored each other’s intentions, then suddenly a knife was thrust in.

Did Jeong Da-on’s words carry an undertone of accusation? Nam Seung-hee’s eyes flinched, trembling.

"...The ones I cut were only criminals who deserved it. And you can’t accuse me, can you?"

"I wasn’t trying to accuse you."

Jeong Da-on smiled.

"I’m actually complimenting you. I think we’ll get along very well."

"...What are you thinking?"

"If what you want is true, pure pleasure, then I’m the one who can best fulfill that desire."

The demon, disguised in a girl’s shell, looked down at Nam Seung-hee.

"Nam Seung-hee, won’t you join me?"