Suicide Before Defeating the Final Boss

Suicide Before Defeating the Final Boss – 33

EP.33 Uncomfortable Encounter Part 3

“Even if I get hurt or cry, you must never come out. No, you must not get caught. So, that… never mind. I’ll tell you the rest later.”

Jeong-hyeon watched as Lucia left the infirmary to protect him, sinking into contemplation. Rationally, it would be best to follow Lucia’s advice and stay hidden.

‘But my enemy and the target of my revenge are right in front of me.’

It was incredibly difficult to suppress this urge.

‘Damn it.’

In his heart, he wanted to draw his sword and stab that damn woman’s head.

‘If I did that, the church would get involved.’

As someone who couldn’t yet confront the church, this was a choice he absolutely had to avoid. Despite having grown so strong, he was infuriated by his own helplessness in front of his enemy. His body filled with rage… but wait. At the moment when he was about to be consumed by anger, a good idea suddenly came to him.

‘Come to think of it, I just need to avoid killing her, right?’

His opponent was an endlessly regenerating meat puppet, capable of infinite healing. As long as he didn’t strike a fatal blow, he could stab her as much as he wanted. As he arrived at this thought, a smile crept onto his face.

‘I’ve been overthinking this.’

There was only one thing he needed to do. He didn’t understand why he had been weighing so many other considerations.

And so, he thrust his sword through the door where Bishop Lea was standing, signalling his arrival.

***

After stabbing Lea’s body several times, he felt it was still insufficient. He charged his sword with divine power and sliced off Lea’s left arm.

“Aaaahhh!”

A loud scream echoed all around. Looking at the crimson blood staining his sword, he thought, ‘So that bitch’s blood is red too,’ and shook off the blood from his sword.

“Ugh… ugh.”

The pain of having her arm cut off seemed to be quite severe. Lea’s body trembled as she bit her lip until it bled. Eventually, she calmly grabbed her severed arm and lifted it, chanting.

“Heal!”

Having endured and rolled with the hero’s party to hunt the Demon King, she seemed to understand what needed to be done right away. Watching Lea’s arm slowly restore itself, he chuckled softly.

‘Too bad it doesn’t heal instantly.’

Having seen Lucia’s healing, he had unconsciously expected her arm to reattach immediately. It was amusing to see a useless person like her act all tough about hunting the Demon King.

He approached Lea silently, then spoke up.

“How should I kill you so that people will say I did a good job?”

At his words, she looked at him with a complex expression. He found that expression extremely satisfying and laughed inwardly.

‘Who the hell said revenge is hollow?’

Doing this felt incredibly gratifying. How could anyone say it wasn’t worth it? He thought he would never forget that expression on her face and pondered how to beat her up.

Lea urgently shouted at him.

“W-wait, Hero. This is just a misunderstanding. We can resolve this through conversation.”

Her absurd remark made him genuinely laugh.

Just like how perpetrators tend to forget their actions, she seemed to have forgotten what she had done and tried to dismiss it as a mere ‘misunderstanding,’ attempting to brush it all away. This attitude was so disgusting that it almost made him retch. Instead of wasting his energy on that, he found it more productive to do this:

Swoosh.

“Aaaaargh!”

Stabbing her with his sword. He decided to continue torturing her until he was satisfied.

‘So, what’s the best way to torture her?’

As he pondered this delightful thought, Lea, realizing she couldn’t take it anymore, clutched her mangled left arm and shouted at him.

“… It seems you can’t make a proper judgment while being with the saintess. Hero… Hero!”

Was she really crazy? After doing all that, she now screamed as if she was the victim, trying to shift the blame onto Lucia? He realized that when one was truly dumbfounded, words fail. He raised his divine power even further and drove his sword into her thigh to shut her up.

The sound of flesh tearing and metal piercing through her leg was followed by her screams. Then he spoke in a low voice.

“You keep babbling nonsense. Misunderstanding is a word used by the victim, not the perpetrator.”

“Ugh… ugh.”

Realizing her life was in danger, Lea cast a healing spell on herself and slowly retreated. He followed her, but suddenly Lucia blocked Lea’s path and shouted.

“Jeong-hyeon! I’ve got her! Just finish her off now…!”

Finish her off? That didn’t seem like something a saintess should say. He felt a bit puzzled but nodded since it wasn’t a bad suggestion for him. Seeing this, Lucia prevented Lea from escaping any further with her whole body.

“…Stay still!”

“Get lost!”

Lea shoved Lucia forcefully, trying to escape, but Jeong-hyeon wasn’t just going to stand by and watch. Before Lucia could be pushed aside, he drove his sword into Lea’s thigh, stopping her in her tracks.

“Aaaah! Ugh…”

Her cries filled the room. Listening to her sobs, Jeong-hyeon pressed her head to the ground with his foot and spoke.

“Remember? You used to do this a lot back in the day.”

She looked at him with wide, uncomprehending eyes, as if she had no memory of it. The absurdity of her expression made him stomp harder on her head.

“This damn bitch acts clueless about everything. What do you actually remember?”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

Instead of answering, she deflected with an apology. Her response made Jeong-hyeon grit his teeth in frustration as he asked.

“Do you even know what you did wrong?”

“……”

She couldn’t give an answer. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to. She probably thought everything was someone else’s fault.

‘She’s the same as always.’

Jeong-hyeon felt a twisted sense of gratitude for confirming that people don’t change. Just as he raised his sword to cut off her right arm, she suddenly shouted.

“…Divine Proclamation!”

Lea raised her rosary, unleashing a powerful burst of divine power that threw him back against the infirmary wall. He grimaced, realizing she must have used a sacred relic.

‘She must have used a holy artifact.’

Such relics, which amplify divine power immensely, are typically reserved for those of cardinal rank or higher. But given her special mission to defeat the Demon King, she had been granted one even when she was an archbishop.

Feeling the intense divine power, far stronger than what Lea could normally produce, Jeong-hyeon watched as she pulled a magic scroll from her robes, preparing to escape.

‘I can’t let her get away.’

Although he had achieved his initial goal, he still felt unsatisfied. Determined to at least sever one more limb, he sliced through the divine power pressing against him and charged forward.

“Before you go, give me one more arm, you piece of shit!”

“……”

As he lunged at her, Lea looked at him with a face full of terror. Jeong-hyeon thought it was a perfect expression, one he’d set as his phone’s wallpaper if he had one. However, as he swung his sword, there was a loud explosion.

Boom!

His sword was blocked by a powerful barrier, preventing it from reaching Lea. Unlike mana, which could be absorbed, divine power repelled his attacks without canceling out. Realizing that his sword couldn’t break through, he discarded it and started pounding on the barrier with his fists.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

This method proved more effective than using his sword, as the relentless barrage began to crack the barrier. As he noticed the cracks forming, he stomped down hard with his heel, creating a hole. Gripping the edges with both hands, he pulled them apart forcefully.

“……”

No one had ever seen a barrier torn apart by sheer force, like prying open an elevator door. Lea, terrified, stumbled backward, hoping the scroll would activate faster. Jeong-hyeon enlarged the hole enough to fit through and stepped inside.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Hero…!”

“Don’t call me a hero, you damn bastard!”

With that, he swung his fist to disrupt her scroll casting, aiming straight at her face. Though he felt the impact, Lea vanished.

‘Damn it.’

He had let her get away. However, the satisfaction of landing that final punch left him not overly disappointed.

‘Well, I’ve achieved my initial goal.’

He planned to show her the true meaning of slow death, replicating the suffering he had endured before his suicide attempt. He touched his neck, recalling the past pain he would now return twofold.

‘I’ll make her wish she were dead.’

As he envisioned making her relive those torturous days, a satisfied smile crept across his face.

‘This is truly exhilarating.’

Punching the face of someone he longed to kill felt more rewarding than any other revenge. He decided to find Lea as often as possible, stabbing her with his sword or landing punches whenever he could.

Suddenly, Jeong-hyeon noticed something white on the ground. Curious, he picked it up and discovered one of the things he could never forget—the pure white rosary, a holy artifact of the church and Lea’s symbol.