Psycho in Ancient World
Copyright© 2026 by K.W
Chapter 18. Hunting, and more hunting
The season had commenced.
The hunting season.
Dong Bong-su began hunting down those who were searching for him, killing them in reverse.
As always, he proceeded with extreme caution in everything he did, but the process was not entirely smooth.
Dong Bong-su was fully aware that he was still very weak. A frontal confrontation was dangerous, so whenever possible, he ended everything through ambushes.
He used an application of inventory techniques, a method he had used extensively during the Suicide Plague, to shake off pursuing black-clad operatives, then secretly struck from behind to kill them. At times, he lured them into secluded places and set them on fire. No matter the method, Dong Bong-su always stayed several moves ahead of the black operatives.
If the body is weak, you fight with the brain and patience.
In this manner, members of the White Tiger Group, one of the three major black factions of Bongyang, began to die off one by one.
By the time White Tiger, the leader of the White Tiger Group, finally sensed danger, more than half of his group’s members were already dead.
In the process, Dong Bong-su managed to raise his level from 2 to 4. Moreover, he obtained an unintended side benefit: a rather useful new mask called the Nameless Martial Hero.
Thanks to this, he was able to deal with the black factions even more easily. Officials and citizens disguised his killing spree as heroic deeds. As a result, when acting as the Nameless Martial Hero, he no longer needed to worry about the eyes of others.
Even so, he continued killing with the utmost caution. More than anyone, he knew that a single moment of mistake could lead to failure. At any moment, in any situation, letting one’s guard down was absolutely forbidden.
A wolf pack never attacks a large animal head-on. It circles around, waiting, and once it finds an opening, it bites piece by piece, exhausting its prey.
Sometimes a bite to the leg, sometimes a bite to the haunch, and sometimes a bite to the testicles.
Eventually, the exhausted animal collapses.
Dong Bong-su continued attacking the White Tiger Group by relying on luring, guiding, ambushes, arson, and disguises in that very way. Even more carefully. He was alone, not a legion.
Thus, the White Tiger Group slowly began to fall apart.
Even so, the most important figure—the leader White Tiger—remained unharmed. As Dong Bong-su continued fighting them, he realized that White Tiger was the White Tiger Group itself. Unless he eliminated him, the White Tiger Group could not truly be considered destroyed.
From the moment he recognized that fact, Dong Bong-su began torturing the group’s black operatives instead of killing them immediately. It was to gather as much information as possible about White Tiger before killing them. As a result, he obtained a great deal of information about White Tiger.
However.
All of that information led to the same conclusion: White Tiger was a man without any openings. Moreover, judging indirectly from the black operatives’ testimonies, White Tiger’s martial power was far beyond what Dong Bong-su—still only level 4—could handle, even with an ambush.
To make matters worse, due to the repeated deaths of his subordinates, White Tiger became extremely reluctant to go out. Capturing him became even more difficult, and the White Tiger Group’s hideout, which Dong Bong-su had barely managed to identify, was turning into a kind of fortress.
Even with an ambush, it would be uncertain whether he could win, and with White Tiger holed up like that, there was absolutely no way to kill him. But entering the hideout was also impossible.
Even in such a situation.
Dong Bong-su discovered a single, very small opening in White Tiger. Rarely, but White Tiger did come out of the hideout.
He carefully observed the timing of White Tiger’s outings.
White Tiger only went out for exactly two reasons.
To collect protection fees and to visit courtesans. Only those two things.
Even then, White Tiger never went out alone; he always brought dozens of black operatives with him.
Judging purely by martial arts level, the gap in power was so vast that Dong Bong-su could do nothing to White Tiger and the White Tiger Group, no matter how many times he died and came back to life.
But from White Tiger’s very first outing, Dong Bong-su had been wearing a triumphant smile inwardly. He had finally found a way to catch White Tiger.
No matter how thorough a person is, there are situations where they inevitably let their guard down. Dong Bong-su aimed for that primitive moment of carelessness—among them, the best possible moment.
He secretly slipped into the house where White Tiger’s concubine lived, timing it for the day White Tiger would come to visit her. For Dong Bong-su, who could remove pillars using the inventory, it was child’s play.
Thus, he infiltrated the latrine. There, without any hesitation, he put a bamboo-leaf breathing tube in his mouth and hid himself inside the human waste.
The first few times, White Tiger did not come to the latrine, resulting in failure. The next few times, only White Tiger’s concubine came, splashing down fluids mixed with semen, vaginal fluids, and urine. But Dong Bong-su was a man of great patience. Without missing a single day, he infiltrated the concubine’s house in accordance with White Tiger’s outings.
Finally,
After finishing a heated session of intercourse with his concubine, White Tiger came to relieve himself, his heart at ease, seeking the ultimate purification and release. At that moment, Dong Bong-su succeeded in plunging his sword into White Tiger’s rear opening. The blade pierced upward from below and burst out through his throat, and the bastard departed for the Sanzu River without even managing a proper scream.
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