Psycho in Ancient World
Copyright© 2026 by K.W
Chapter 12. Level Up
“It just worked out like this.”
It was that moment.
A strange and mysterious white light burst forth from Dong Bong-su’s body.
Holy light.
It was an extremely sacred light that did not suit Dong Bong-su at all. It was the kind of scene he should never have experienced in his entire life, yet he had already experienced something like this before.
In Murim Online, that virtual world, he had once felt this light.
“So this is a level up.”
At last, he succeeded in his first evolution in this New Murim Online.
“...”
At the moment of leveling up, silence fell over the alley. However, that moment did not last long.
“Hi, hiiiiik!”
The hoodlums screamed in terror and retreated backward. The death of Jang Ho, which they could never possibly handle, and the cruelly white light that had just spread through the alley, drove them to panic.
Tap.
Dong Bong-su took a single step toward them. As if matching his movement, the hoodlums took a step back. No—at least they tried to, but behind them, not even a single step was allowed.
Because this was a dead-end alley.
Was he smiling?
Dong Bong-su’s lips parted slightly, revealing white teeth. His advance began again.
The first one to be caught by Dong Bong-su was Do Pal-du, who was still clutching his broken arm and groaning in pain. Dong Bong-su raised his foot high and stomped straight down on Do Pal-du’s neck.
Crunch, crack.
With the grotesque sound of a neck bone shattering, Do Pal-du departed this world on the spot.
“K-k-kill him!”
After witnessing Do Pal-du die so meaninglessly, the hoodlums, though gripped by terror, rushed at Dong Bong-su all at once in order to survive.
Dong Bong-su’s response to them was simple and concise.
He lightly raised his hand to chest height.
Srrrk.
A scene unfolded in his palm as if a flower bud were blooming, played at hundreds of thousands of times speed.
Except that it was not a flower, but a blade.
A single blade sprouted from the inventory and bloomed into Dong Bong-su’s hand.
Just like the dagger earlier, all the weapons inside the inventory had been secretly purchased or siphoned off while helping with Machil’s military hireling work.
Slash.
His blade mercilessly cleaved through the air.
Thud.
The blade sank halfway into the neck of the hoodlum charging at the front. It had been so long since Dong Bong-su last wielded a weapon that he failed to sever the neck cleanly in one strike.
Dong Bong-su immediately discarded the blade and drew a dagger.
Holding the dagger with its edge facing downward, he leaped straight into the crowd of hoodlums.
Stab, slash!
“G-gnyaaaah!”
Each time the dagger moved, the hoodlums’ arteries were severed and blood erupted like fountains.
Dong Bong-su did not know martial arts, but when it came to fighting, he was a master.
He was strong enough to have mastered nearly every form of hand-to-hand combat on modern Earth.
Bare-handed combat, joint locks, and even the eighteen martial disciplines—he was proficient in all of them.
Naturally, the number of weapons he could wield was limitless.
If necessary, like the Chinese action film actor Jackie Chan, he even had the adaptability to use any surrounding object as a weapon.
That kind of person was Dong Bong-su.
Above all else, there was one crucial thing he lacked—the one thing that most obstructs combat.
Mercy.
He did not possess it.
Dong Bong-su would resort to any means necessary under any circumstances.
Dirty tricks? Despicable tactics? Cowardice?
Those concepts never existed for him in the first place.
If he could suppress and kill his opponent, none of that mattered.
“Aaaagh!”
Dong Bong-su’s brutal dance showed no sign of stopping until every last hoodlum was dead.
Thud, thud, crunch!
The savage dance of slaughter finally came to a halt only when a single person remained.
After his killing dance ended, nothing remained in the area but corpses, blood, and the stench of gore.
“0000...”
Dong Bong-su pressed the dagger against the neck of the last remaining hoodlum and pointed at a corpse lying sprawled behind him with his other hand.
“What was that guy?”
“Y-you mean Jang Ho?”
The hoodlum trembled violently, yet answered immediately. He thought there might be a chance his life would be spared.
Even though he knew it was futile, he still clung to that tiny thread of hope.
“Yes. What was Jang Ho?”
“H-he was a member of the Black Snake Association...”
“The Black Snake Association? What’s that?”
“I-it’s one of the black factions that rules the back alleys of Bongyang.”
From the name black faction, Dong Bong-su could roughly guess what it was.
The hoodlums were just punks.
The black faction was probably a far more specialized gang compared to them.
Interpreted in modern terms, it would be an organized crime group.
Dong Bong-su asked the hoodlum a few more questions about the Black Snake Association and the black faction, then killed him.
The hoodlum died without even getting a chance to beg for his life.
Since Dong Bong-su had never intended to spare him anyway, it probably wasn’t that unfair.
After finishing everything, Dong Bong-su put all the corpses into his inventory.
Then he took off his clothes and roughly wiped the blood off the ground.
Next, he took out white cloths he had prepared in the inventory and wiped away the remaining blood.
Ever since discovering the existence of the inventory, he had steadily developed its abilities, but he still couldn’t freely control liquids yet.
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