SSS-Class Suicide Hunter - Chapter 143
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âWho is it?â
I couldnât understand.
âWho is stirring things up on Kim Yulâs behalf?!â
Kim Yul had no close family. He pretty much had none at all. Kim Yulâs bullying started before he made friends, so there was no one who would help him. I didnât choose Kim Yul as a scapegoat for nothing!
âI need to talk to Kim Yul. He has to know something. Whatever it is.â
I rushed to the back of the school. Kim Yul would be taking care of the animals in the school farm now. I knew every hour of Kim Yulâs schedule. As expected, I saw Kim Yulâs back as he fed the chickens.
âThatâs right. This is where you should be.â
He was a guy who barely fed his self-esteem by feeding animals that were weaker than him. That was how I understood Kim Yulâs obsession with the farm. In the end, humans were also beasts, and weaker beasts served the strong.
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The school was the same as the farm. It was a slightly larger cage, and in this place, I was a stronger beast than Kim Yul.
âHey! Kim Yul!â I growled. âWhat did you do?!â
Kim Yul did not turn around. He didnât even respond. He continued to pass out the animal feed like he didnât hear my voice.
âHa. Is he ignoring me now?â
Unbelievable. I walked over and grabbed Kim Yulâs shoulder roughly.
âHey, asshole. When someone says your name, you have toâŠ!â
When Kim Yul looked back at me, something fell out. They were earphones. He had been wearing earphones. Classical music bellowed from the earphones that fell to his shoulders.
ââŠâŠâ
Our eyes met.
I was stunned.
Tears welled up in Kim Yulâs black eyes.
âWhatâŠâ
For a moment, I was speechless.
I donât know why I was speechless, either. Was it because this was the first time I was seeing Kim Yul cry? Maybe. Kim Yul had never shed any tears, no matter how much he was bullied. That aspect of him excited the customersâ sadism further.
But it wasnât just for that reason.
âWho is it?â
It felt unfamiliar.
âWho is this bastard?â
Kim Yulâs eyes seemed too unfamiliar. His gaze was distant, looking past me, not at me. Kim Yul silently cried as I held his shoulder. Even his tears seemed to fall somewhere other than the ground.
âYouâŠâ
âItâs beautiful.â
Kim Yul opened his mouth.
âWhat?â
âThe song. The music Iâm listening to. A deaf man composed this music.â
Da da da dumâ[1]
Sound spilled from the earphones. It was a rhythm Iâd heard a lot before. But I was just wondering how this panhandler got the MP3.
âI am thinking of the humiliation and curses this deaf man must have suffered in his life. Wouldnât people have insulted him by calling him a cripple? Wouldnât they have jeered and laughed at him?â
âWhat are you yammering about, youâŠ?â
âItâs sad. Scars are eternal. A person from hundreds of years ago had suffered, bearing insults in his life. It must have been the same a thousand years ago. It will be the same in a thousand years.â
Had this bastard gone crazy?
âNothing in the world is beautiful in itself. Only those who are wounded see beauty. Only those whose lives have been ruined feel grateful to see anotherâs life that has not yet been ruined. Tears are shed by those who endure even to the point of ruin.â
Kim Yulâs gaze was affixed on the air.
âIf there is someone who believes the whole world is beautiful, he must certainly have had his whole world ruined. Only those who live in hell would praise the world. I think that this deaf manâs cursed life resulted in his song.â
âWhere did you pick up such retarded thoughts⊠Hey, you. What did you do?â
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I grabbed Kim Yul by his collar. Squeeze! Kim Yul dropped the feed bag as I shook him. Yellow feed spilled from the bag that fell to the ground.
âWhat did you do to my customers, you recycling son of a bitch?!â
ââŠâŠâ
Finally, Kim Yul looked at me.
âI did nothing, Death King.â
âDeath⊠What?â
âIâm only looking at what I had discarded.â
Kim Yul arrogantly grabbed my wrist. Dumbfounded, I tried to shake off his grip.
I couldnât even budge.
âHuh?â
Then, Kim Yul simply pulled my hand off his collar.
This all happened in an instant.
Confused, I reached out my hand again, but whack! Kim Yul slapped away my wrist. The path twisted. My hand veered off-course and whipped through the air without my control. In the blink of an eye, my hand collided with nothing but air.
ââŠHuh?â
I stared blankly at Kim Yul.
âItâs a shame.â
Kim Yul nonchalantly picked up the feed bag.
â[Kim Yul] is angry. What Kim Yul wants is not physical violence but a revenge far greater, to be exact. And [I]⊠I think I want to fulfill Kim Yulâs desire.â
âY-you. What have you done? What the fuck are you doing?!â
âKim Yul wants you to go through everything he has gone through. Revenge means throwing your opponent into the depths of hell that you have fallen into. That is what [Kim Yul] thinks.â
Kim Yul.
No.
â[I] agree with that opinion.â
A stranger was looking at me.
âWait, Kim Yulâs killer. The day is ending, and the path is long. Itâs so long. I will see you again after that.â
Kim Yul leisurely walked away, still holding the feed bag.
âHey! Hey! Stand right there! DonâtâŠ!â
That was when my pants pocket buzzed. My cell phone received a text. One of my customers must have seen the missed call and responded. Glancing toward Kim Yul, I quickly checked my phone.
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Never contact me again.
If you do, Iâll kill you.
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I was floored. Confused, I called the customer who sent the text. But even after multiple calls, there was no answer.
My body trembled.
âWhat the hellâŠâ
The situation did not change the following day.
âWhat is going on?â
Rather, it became worse.
âE-Eunseo.â
As I entered the classroom, one of my friends approached me hesitantly. He was someone who had appeared in the [Kim Yul game] dozens of times. He was quite popular with customers because he was good at hitting people. This friend secretly enjoyed this, absorbed in his popularity.
âWhat?â
âTh-thereâs a note I was asked to deliver to you.â
My friend seemed really terrified.
âThat bad?â
âHere⊠S-sorry.â
He put the note on my desk and stepped back like he was fleeing. I furrowed my brows and unfolded the note.
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Some handwritten words were on the page.
[Hwang Eunseo lives in a dump. The indoor shoes and the school uniforms are all recyclable. The only trash that canât be recycled is Hwang Eunseo.]
ââŠâŠâ
The only reason I didnât react right away was because it was too ridiculous.
âHa.â
I faked a laugh and looked at my friend.
âWhat is this? A joke?â
Flinch. He cowered behind the other students.
I was already stressed all night because my customers were acting like shit, but with this so-called friend acting like this too, I was seething with rage.
âDid Recycling put you up to this? Hey. Hey. Look at me. Fucking look at me. There are things that you canât do even as a friend. Yeah? Did Kim Yul make you give me this note?â
The friend couldnât say anything. He was still wearing the terrified expression on his face. When I was about to confront him because of the absurdity, another classmate of ours approached my desk.
âHwang EunseoâŠâ
âWhat?â
âSorry. Take this.â
The classmate threw down another note at my desk. Instinctively, I grabbed the note and read it.
[I feel so bad for the underclassmen at our school. They have to call Hwang Eunseo their sunbae. Have you ever thought about how they feel? Doesnât it hurt your conscience?]
My head went blank.
Taking advantage of that opportunity, three more classmates left notes on my desk. Like the previous two, they had also been actively involved in the âKim Yul game.â
[Hwang Eunseo is really filthy. How can you be even dirtier than the math teacher?]
What was this?
[Wow! There are students who donât wash their uniforms!]
Why were they doing this to me?
[You smell really bad. Seriously, you reek.]
What happened yesterday?
Something happened, but I was the only one oblivious.
Something made all my customers turn their backs on me. Not only that, but my friends were blackmailed into putting on this weird show.
âCalm down.â
My heart was pounding like crazy.
âCalm down. Letâs think about this calmly. Did Kim Yul do this? No. Thereâs no way. He was a little weird yesterday, but it isnât him. Then, who? Who did this?â
It was then.
âHwang Eunseo!â
The homeroom teacher stuck his head into the classroom from the door. All of the students turned to look at him. He looked around the classroom, saw me, then beckoned.
âCome with me.â
âMeâŠ?â
âWhat, is there another Hwang Eunseo in our class? Youâre not in trouble, so hurry and follow. Ah! Class President! Take the kidsâ phones and bring them to me.â
Hesitantly, I followed the homeroom teacher out. My surroundings were eerily quiet as I left.
The air felt loaded.
It was as if all of my classmates knew why I was called, like they had no doubts about why the homeroom teacher would single me out. The only ones unaffected were the nerds who had been studying their notes since the morning.
âHwang Eunseo.â
The teachersâ office.
âYesâŠ?â
âDid you do something bad? You havenât, right?â my homeroom teacher asked calmly.
He was speaking like it didnât matter. In the office, students in their uniforms walked around to pick up prints. Teachers were organizing the handouts before their first class.
âWhat?â
âIâm asking if you did something bad. Does nothing come to mind?â
âNoâŠâ
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My heart raced.
âI donât think so?â
âHmm.â
My homeroom teacher scratched his head.
âHey, Hwang Eunseo. Donât blab about this, okay?â
âOkayâŠâ
âListen to this.â
My homeroom teacher handed me an earbud. I took it. The earphones were connected to the homeroom teacherâs computer. Click. When he clicked his mouth, I heard recorded voices through the earphones.
-Hey, donât start hitting yet! Just make him kneel!
-Huh? A lot of people contributed this time. Weâll use a lottery to decide the concept from the five requests we received for today.
The back of my neck was cold.
-Ah, the person chosen today is the Queen. Congratulations, Queen. What are you all doing? Clap for her, clap.
-Whoaa!
My voice.
And the voices of my friends who had just tossed me the notes.
-Letâs look at Queenâs request. Hey, she also gave us a budget. 100 thousand won. She said this is for our meals and told us not to be hungry. And for our popular star, weâll mix jjajangmyeon and jjamppong andâŠ[2]
Click.
The homeroom teacher stopped the recording.
âDid you hear the voices just now?â
âYes.â
âI received this recording in my mail yesterday. The sound quality isnât good, but it kind of sounds like your and some other kidsâ voices. So I just called you in to ask. Hwang Eunseo, is this you?â
âIt isnât.â
I tried to look bewildered.
âAlso, a queen? What kind of play is this?â
âWho knows? I listened to it from start to finish, and itâs really weird. Anyway, it gives off a bad vibe. The mail said that it was something [for Hwang Eunseo from Grade 2, Class 5 to hear], so I wondered if it was a joke between you kidsâŠâ
Shit. So this was it. This was how the other kids were threatened.
Fortunately, our homeroom teacher was a moron. He thought that this could be a prank even after listening to the recording. Well, it was only because he was such an idiot that he didnât know what was happening in class. That was lucky for me.
âNothing can be done with just this recording. Itâs just a blank shot.â
Maybe one of my âfriendsâ or a customer captured the voice recording and was messing around with it. If that person had anything more conclusive than the recording, there was no reason for them not to send it to the homeroom teacherâŠ
âThe problem is that everyone is scared of the dud shot. Damn.â
The homeroom teacher looked up at me.
âYou really didnât plan this prank with your buddies?â
âNo. Um, but can I really not talk to anyone about this?â
âNo. Never say a word. Anyway, itâs fine since you say itâs nothing. Go back to class.â
âYes.â
I quietly left the teacher.
âDammit, dammit, dammit!â
Scrape.
When I opened the door to the teachersâ office, I ran into someone on the other side.
ââŠâŠâ
It was the class president. The class president was holding a blue plastic collection box, having collected the cell phones from our class.
âOh. Sorry.â
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The class president spoke with the same facial expression as usual, with his nerdy face, and stepped a little out of my way. Iâd normally have said thank you, but I had no mind to do it now. I just briefly met his eyes and went out into the hallway.
âI donât know which bastard copied it, but Iâll make them pay today! Son of a bitch, treating me lightly. This goes beyond a joke. How could you do something like this to a classmate?!â
Scrape.
The sound of the door closing behind me quietly echoed in the hall.
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