Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas Chapter 186: That’s why they say oblivion is bliss

"Jo-Pil, stop this." Ki-hoon yelled but I only had my revenge in sight at this point.

So long as this man in front of was still breathing, I would not stop.

I should probably aim for his ankle next. I’ll break both his ankles so he feels the despair of having his ankles broken, as well as the bones in his body.

It was too bad he was unconscious since he would’ve felt the pain better if he was conscious but I would still do it.

When he wakes up and starts feeling his entire body throbbing in imnse pain, he will finally understand what he had go through in my past life.

For his selfish greed. For his wickedness. I will keep hitting him.

I landed the bat, but my eyes widened with my pupils shaking, my lips quivering, and my hands shaking.

"W-why?" I asked, staring at Min-Cheol, who had suddenly gotten in the way and taken the strike on his left shoulder.

He did not even squint, as if the hit didn’t hurt at all and he smiled at sadly.

"Sorry, Hyung. But it hurts to watch you hurting." His smile grew but it was still dark and sad. "I wish I could stop you from hurting but unfortunately, I’m still lacking."

I lost my grip on the bat and it fell to the floor, making a dull clanging sound as it hit the floor.

I hit Min-Cheol.

I wasn’t planning to but I did.

I hit him because he got in my way.

I took a step back, my body trembling.

My eyes couldn’t stop tearing up.

Why was he so determined to stop at the expense of taking that hit?

Why didn’t they want to let carry out my revenge to the end? Were they against now?

My mind was a ss and I couldn’t think properly. My thoughts were distorted but even then, I was in pain.

There was so much pain that I grabbed my arms, squeezing, and then began to scream as I squatted to the floor, tears rushing down my cheeks and forming a pool on the floor.

I would do anything to get rid of the pain in my heart, the gnashing and gnawing pain that appeared as soon as I saw Mu-Kyung and recalled all I had to go through because of him.

I hated him so much and hated him more for the excuses he made.

It began to make wonder if I was better off not confronting him, to begin with.

If I didn’t have to hear his selfish and nonsense excuses, hear his shalessness, and see how wretched he had beco even after pushing to condemnation, would I have lived a better life?

I an, I might’ve been better off oblivious, living my life happily with my masters.

That’s why they say oblivion is bliss.

But at the sa ti, I don’t regret seeing this man today and having most of my lifelong questions answered.

I cried for a while and neither of my masters tried to console .

I wondered why but not at that mont since I was too busy crying.

It might’ve been because they felt they had no right to console at that mont. Soone who had suffered, what kind of words could you tell them to assure them that it was okay to keep crying or to stop crying?

It was a ss and one wrong word could make things even ssier.

So, they chose to stay silent and watched .

Seo-Jun, in particular, did not expect to break down after destroying my own hands trying to destroy Mu-Kyung.

It was true that I was weak, after all. But at the sa ti, I was strong.

If he tried to imagine what I had to go through with that weak gender and frail body and ended up coming out unscathed, only to be able to turn the tide of being a slave in this mansion, he was once again reminded how strong I was, and he... Though he hated to admit it... Respected for it.

I cried for a while, crouched there and having my masters watch over to make sure I didn’t pick up the bat once more.

When I felt I had cried my eyes out, I stood up my steps feeling light and my eyes swirling for so reason; I began to walk towards the stairs, planning to head to my room.

Blood dripped down from my fingertips as I walked away and they couldn’t help but watch with discomfort.

How could I do this to myself? They wondered, but it was a question they didn’t dare ask upfront. They already knew the answer, after all. They just couldn’t stand for it.

To see so hurt and broken.

As I staggered away, with Jin-Yeok and Ki-hoon following from behind, my steps grew lighter and my eyelids grew heavy.

Did I lose a lot of blood? Not sure.

I was definitely fine compared to Mu-Kyung on the floor but sohow, I just wanted to let go of everything.

I staggered forward, falling, but Jin-Yeok and Ki-hoon rushed to save and fortunately caught before my head hit the stairs.

"God, Jo-Pil, you’re burning up."

It seed like I was having a fever again. I was panting hard, my body was burning up and my eyes were unsteady.

I probably stressed myself too much.

This was the condition I put myself into. But I did not regret it. I did not regret going through extra mile just to inflict pain on Mu-Kyung.

But I did regret sacrificing my own body for the cause. And also not being able to break his ankles, but I broke every other bone, so it was fine.

As Ki-hoon and Jin-Yeok carried up, I managed to catch a glimpse of Min-Cheol still standing in the position he stood when he took my hit.

Seo-Jun stood opposite him and then asked,

"Do you regret bringing it?" It was about the bat, and Min-Cheol nodded, biting his lip as he used his right hand to grip his shoulder.

"I regret it because it did more harm than good."