Heroine Hunts Heroines

“Oh. So you're another loser who pays to survive, huh?”

I’d been wondering why someone like him was still alive. But it turns out, he probably paid off other strong monsters to get the local boss title in this area. There are plenty of suspicious things about him, but for now, I won’t pry. After all, this isn’t what the viewers want to see.

The viewers who were listening to the conversation between me and the pig flooded the chat with the word “loser” in various forms. Still, isn't it a bit pitiful? I don’t know how old he is, but it looks like he was picked on in his school days, and now, even as a monster, he’s still getting bullied here and there. Somehow, he managed to get a decent power, though. He’s as shady as they come, so I’ll just beat him up.

“Alright, come here and take a beating!”

Pwoooosh!

I first slammed my fist into his solar plexus with all my strength.

“Gghh!” Crack!

I immediately stomped on his leg to break it. Oh, but I didn’t stomp too hard. I crushed the bone just enough that it couldn’t serve its purpose anymore. Without his ability, he’s nothing but a loser. The only thing he had going for him was the sheer number of women below him. He’s just a lump of fat pig. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet in that state, he’s still crawling around, trying to survive. It’s laughable.

I tilted my head, and Si-woo grabbed his leg with a hidden knife and dragged him forward.

“Ahhhhh!” “Where do you think you're running to?” “Do you think you’ll be okay after all this?”

This kind of plot is so overused that it’s boring. He thinks he has a powerful backing. Wasn’t that called bluffing? Honestly, I was surprised. This guy never said something like that in the original.

“Ugh, still haven’t learned your lesson, huh?”

Crack!

This time, I broke his other leg.

• "Ah, shit, now that I think about it, don’t I have to check that pig bastard’s asshole?"
• "Whoever set the mission, get the hell out. Set something else, damn it!"
• "I’m kind of turned on, though."
• "Ban that fucking gay bastard."

• If the pig doesn’t die and I hit it exactly there, I’ll earn 20 million.

• "Agreed."
• "But isn’t the position of that hole different from this one?"
• "Whether it's that hole or this hole, how much of a difference does it really make?"