"Please stop," Guk Kwan pleaded, his voice trembling. "I'm begging you... I can't really rember."
"What, you bullied so many people that you can't even rember?" I chuckled at his attempt to act pitiful. I was enjoying my payback, and I had no intention of letting him off the hook that easily.
"How about telling nas, one by one? You can either get it wrong or you might hit the jackpot and figure out who I am. I might even consider letting you go if that happens." I said with a sinister grin, making the situation simultaneously humorous and frightening .
Guk Kwan's face showed a glimr of hope after hearing my words about potentially letting him go. This was the perfect opportunity for to break him down slowly and extract everything I needed from him.
"Cho So" he answered.
"Wrong!" I burst into laughter as I clenched my fist and delivered a punch to his stomach.
"Argh!" He groaned in agony and began to vomit from the excruciating pain. Getting hit in the stomach hurt like a bitch.
"One more ti, they say the third ti's the charm," I encouraged him with a tap on his shoulder, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"Ju Chul," he gritted his teeth as if wishing to get it right.
"Wrong again!" I raised my two hands and slapped his ears simultaneously.
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His face contorted with pain and frustration as I struck his ears. He groaned, disoriented and clearly struggling to focus. His eyes darted around, desperately seeking any hint that might help him recall my na.
"You're so stupid," I taunted, emphasizing each word as I towered over him. "That my bare fist isn't enough to get through to you."
I could see the mixture of humiliation and terror in his eyes as I berated him. The power I had over him, both physically and ntally, was intoxicating. But I wasn't done with him yet; I was going to break him, piece by piece, until he rembered my na.
As I stood up, I surveyed the room for sothing that could make our little interrogation session more interesting. My eyes fell on a tennis racket tucked away in the corner . With a wicked grin, I walked over and snatched it up.
Guk Kwan's eyes widened in terror as he saw brandishing the tennis racket like a weapon.
"Don't even think about running or I'll shoot you with my gun," I teased, waving the tennis racket in a playful manner. Guk Kwan seed to have taken my words seriously.
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"Please don't shoot ," he pleaded, his eyes wide with fear as he believed I held a real firearm. My power over him had grown stronger than I'd ever imagined.
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I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. My suggestion had worked better than I'd anticipated. I already knew that I could create illusions using my words, as I had tried it with Alyssa when I wanted her to see as my old fat self.
However, trying it out with soone who was not fully dominated yet lowered my chances of success. The fact that he was influenced by sothing so illogical, like thinking that I was holding a real gun instead of a tennis racket, ant that he was absolutely fearful of .
"Now, let's try this again," I continued, a malicious smile playing on my lips. "What's my na?"
"Zyden!" Guk Kwan replied, his voice trembling as he covered his face, still afraid that I might harm him if he answered incorrectly.
But this ti, he guessed it right.
I paused for a mont after hearing my na. My heart ached for a bit, but in just a matter of seconds, that pain turned into annoyance. Guk Kwan's recognition of my na had sparked a mixture of emotions within .
"Bingo," I forced a smile .
Hearing said it, Guk Kwan slowly locked gaze on , his face was filled with shock after hearing confirm it.The revelation seed to have hit him like a ton of bricks, and he couldn't hide the surprise on his face.
"You're... Zyden?" He asked again in disbelief,
It seed like the idea of being the sa person he used to bully was even more difficult for him to fathom than the existence of aliens. I couldn't bla him for his reaction; I had transford into the complete opposite of my old self.
I was now more confident, more handso, more powerful, smarter—a better version of myself in almost every way. Of course, I had also beco sowhat of a psycho, but that was just an inevitable side effect of all the powers I had acquired. Unlike those fictional MCs in novels who sohow resist abusing their powers, I'm just an average guy, and let's face it, I'm bound to go a little power-hungry.
"That's right, so how does it feel to be on the receiving end for once?" I asked, chuckling lightly.
He was clearly taken aback by my sudden words. He didn't need to be a genius to realize that I was here for payback.
"Zyden… I did not an to bully you… Your uncle... That's right, your uncle paid us to bully you," he explained in his defense.
"My uncle?" I chuckled as I heard that word again. Everyone seed to be blaming him for everything. He would have dozens of horns already in hell with this much bla shifting.
"But you're still the one who punched in the face almost every day, the one who made drink toilet water, the one who stripped of my clothes for everyone to see. Are you saying that my uncle told you to do all of that in detail?" I asked him, my voice cold. I was talking more calmly now, but for so reason, I appeared even scarier in his eyes.
"It's not my fault….. I promise.. Please forgive ….., I was just following orders from him. If you want to bla soone, then bla him," he kept protesting, his words making more irritated.
To be honest, I wanted to kill him right now, but he still had so use to , as I could use him to track down my other bullies. So, I couldn't do that just yet.
"Don't worry, he's already dead, and if you don't follow everything I say from now on, I will send you to join him in hell."
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