Holy Idol [EN]: Chapter 310

310. The Black Hawk Lord’s Wrath (1)

A clattering sound echoed through the room. A hurried sound, like something being frantically rummaged through, metal clashing against metal.

The sound, filled with anxiety, grew faster, in rhythm with the footsteps approaching from outside the door.

‘I have to escape. Before that maniac comes back, I have to escape.’

The man, tears welling in his eyes, frantically shook the iron chains binding his legs. But before he could fully undo the chains, the footsteps stopped. In the end.

‘It’s him. He’s right outside the door.’

The man stopped shaking the chains and looked around. His throat felt parched from the tension. His eyes darted left and right, faster than ever.

There was only one thing the man was desperately searching for: a weapon. Something he could use as a weapon.

‘A syringe!’

Finally, the man found a syringe. It was the syringe that the maniac had used to inject a strange substance into his neck. It was an unpleasant object, but this was no time to be picky. The man hurriedly reached for it.

However, the moment his hand touched the syringe, the door opened with a creak.

The man quickly lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. Almost simultaneously, he pulled the blanket over himself, covering his body and hands.

‘Did he see?’

His heart was beating incredibly fast.

‘Did he see?’

No, he couldn’t have. It’s very dark in here.

As if responding to his question, the dark room gradually lit up, starting from the door. Not all at once. That damn lighting always lit up in sequence. Even with his eyes closed, he could see the light from beyond, so he knew.

The man gripped the syringe even tighter. He needed to stay calm. His heart was beating even louder. He was afraid that the maniac would hear the sound and realize he was sane.

As the footsteps drew closer, saliva filled his mouth, but the man held it back. He had to appear insane, like someone who was out of their mind and felt nothing.

Finally, the footsteps stopped right next to him. And then silence. No sound could be heard. He couldn’t even feel a gaze.

Because of that, the man didn’t even know when or how to use this syringe.

What if he tried to attack with the syringe, but the maniac was looking at him? Or maybe he was quiet because he was looking elsewhere?

The maniac’s gaze was intense—so intense that he could feel it even with his eyes closed.

If so, wasn’t it possible that the maniac was distracted by something else? That’s right. He must be looking elsewhere right now.

Usually, the maniac would start talking as soon as he came in, wouldn’t he? He always did, without an inch of deviation.

But today, he was quiet. He must be looking somewhere else.

‘Now. If so, I have to attack now…!’

The moment the man made up his mind, he quickly gripped the syringe and raised his upper body.

“!”

At that moment, he met a smiling gaze looking down at him. As their eyes met, a smile appeared around the maniac’s eyes.

“I was watching something.”

The man, frozen and unable to swing the syringe, was given a story he didn’t particularly want to know: that from the beginning, he had been doing foolish things in front of him; that all his desperate worries and fear-filled choices were just a spectacle to him.

“Here.”

As the maniac reached out his hand, a slight pressure touched his eyelids.

“It keeps twitching.”

“Ugh… Uaaaaaaagh!”

At that moment, fear struck, and a scream burst out involuntarily. Seeing that, the maniac brought his finger to his lips.

Shhh.

It was a sign to be quiet.

Seeing that, his mouth involuntarily stiffened, even though he didn’t want it to. Only sobbing sounds escaped. According to the maniac, it was because he had received ‘dog adaptation training’ [training to make him obedient like a dog].

Was he amused that he couldn’t even attack with a weapon in his hand? The maniac laughed.

“Such a good puppy.”

He reached out his hand.

“Dangerous things should be put down here, right?”

The eyes, filled with laughter, seemed to be telling him, ‘If you want to live even a little longer’ was the omitted part of the sentence.

The moment he thought that, the man’s resistance, which had been suppressed by fear, exploded.

“Die!”

With a scream, he plunged the syringe into the maniac’s hand.

* * *

“Are you hurt somewhere?”

Rembrary cried out, stopping mid-pose.

Shin Jo-woon had been acting as Rembrary’s human selfie stick according to Rembrary’s instructions, and as a result, when he raised his hand a little higher, the bandage wrapped around his palm caught his eye.

“I got bitten by a dog.”

However, even though the bandage was quite large, Shin Jo-woon answered as if it was nothing, then frowned and checked Rembrary’s phone that he was holding.

“But aren’t you using too much filter on the selfie?”

“You’re more ignorant than me, you anchovy [a derogatory term for someone clueless]. They say that’s the trend these days.”

“There are plenty of good filters, why specifically….”

Shin Jo-woon’s eyes moved back and forth between the phone screen and Rembrary’s face.

Rembrary in real life is fantastic. But Rembrary on the phone screen had eyes that were ten times bigger. It was beyond applying a filter; it was too much.

The eyes were 3/4 of the face, and thanks to that, the nose, mouth, and chin were pushed to 1/4 of the face, resembling the form of an alien that people imagined, so it was really too much.

“I friended Woosil-sunbae [a term for a senior colleague or upperclassman].”

“What does that have to do with this?”

“Woosil-sunbae likes that kind of thing.”

“Woosil-sunbae? Seon Woosil?”

“Do you know her?”

“Of course, I know.”

Ah, that anchovy was the head of an entertainment agency. Rembrary belatedly recalled his former job. As he recalled that, a question belatedly arose.

“Anchovy. It seems like entertainers are still active. Have you completely stepped away from that business now?”

However, Shin Jo-woon’s expression turned strange at Rembrary’s words.

“You haven’t?”

Rembrary asked again, but Shin Jo-woon still had a strange expression.

Why is he making that face? When Rembrary raised the corner of his mouth with his hand, Shin Jo-woon adjusted the excessively magnified filter to a moderate level and asked back.

“You’re just now realizing that entertainers are still active?”

“!”

“You’re talking like you weren’t here during the upheaval?”

He’s quick on the uptake. For an anchovy, his intuition is whale-sized. Rembrary was briefly embarrassed but didn’t show it, snatched the phone, and then smacked Shin Jo-woon on the head.

“?”

Shin Jo-woon frowned and looked up, so Rembrary smacked him on the head once more.

“What are you doing?”

“Treatment.”

Upon hearing those words, Shin Jo-woon’s gaze automatically went down to his palm. Perhaps it was because he heard the word ‘treatment,’ but the palm that had been throbbing until just now didn’t seem to hurt.

Did he really treat it? Shin Jo-woon unwrapped the bandage.

Meanwhile, Rembrary quickly ran away during this gap, and Shin Jo-woon stopped unwrapping the bandage and stared at Rembrary running away. He was dumbfounded.

As he let out a hollow laugh and finished unwrapping the bandage, the wound that had been pierced in the center of his palm had indeed healed without a trace.

“He’s even begging me to pretend I don’t know.”

* * *

The space filled with deep crimson light gave an eerie feeling, as if a mad scientist would be walking around with a scalpel.

The sound of breathing coming from somewhere also made the eerie atmosphere here even more chilling.

This is a prison, but being inside it felt like being inside someone’s lungs.

In fact, the name of this prison exclusively for Awakened individuals is ‘Closed Lung,’ and the chilling sound of breathing heard throughout the prison is said to be the ability of an Awakened person related to imprisonment, but nothing is known about it.

In one of the many rooms inside that prison, a man in a straitjacket was sitting. It was that Awakened person who was futilely captured by Rembrary in episode 3 of . But the lively appearance from back then was nowhere to be seen, and the Awakened person was just staring blankly into the air with a dazed look. As if his concentration was scattered.

At that moment, the air in front of the prison seemed to flicker faintly, and then a woman wearing a black cloak appeared. When the Awakened person saw the woman, his eyes finally regained focus.

“Lord.”

The woman was the Black Falcon Lord who had hired and brought the Awakened person.

“Lord.”

When the Lord was seen, a faint smile appeared on the Awakened person’s lips. However, the Lord’s lips, revealed under the cloak, were rather more hardened.

“What happened?”

“I was caught……”

“I saw that on the broadcast, so I know. There’s no one in our country who doesn’t know that.”

“Is that so.”

“Who is it? Who all is involved? Tell me that.”

“We need to get out of here quickly. It’s dangerous to listen to that sound for too long.”

“Then tell me quickly. That hunter Rembrary. Did he catch you for the broadcast? Is it something that guy did alone? Rembrary, the production team of . Is it enough to just get revenge on these guys?”

“Are you angry for me? Are your eyes only looking at me right now?”

As the Awakened person smiled blankly, the sound of teeth grinding came from inside the Lord’s mouth.

“Don’t be giggling at a time like this.”

If he said anything else, the Lord would kill him before taking revenge for him, so the Awakened person quickly gave the Lord the answer she wanted.

“Shin Jo-woon.”

“Shin Jo-woon?”

“He’s the one who told Rembrary to catch me.”

“Shin Jo-woon……”

Because it was a famous name, the Lord immediately understood who it was. She thought that it would be a difficult situation because he was famous, but she didn’t say that in front of the Awakened person who was being held captive.

“And there’s a mayor who told Shin Jo-woon to catch me. I don’t know which city’s mayor it is, though.”

“Knowing that much is enough. I’ll hear the rest from them myself.”

And the moment the Lord was about to say something more, the guards who had identified the intruder through CCTV burst open the door and rushed inside.

But the Lord’s figure had already disappeared and was nowhere to be seen.

Watching the guards yelling curses at each other, the Awakened person grinned. It seemed like a familiar guest would be in the opposite room soon.

* * *

Rembrary, who had been expressing his welcome to Seon Woo-sil on social media and getting cursed at, was wondering, ‘Why does Woosil-sunbae [term for a senior colleague or upperclassman] get angry whenever she sees me?’

“Who is it?”

A call came from an unknown number.

“Why?”

When Jung Seo asked from the side, Rembrary shook his head and pressed the call button.

“Who is it.”

Seeing that, Lion Lord asked Jung Seo in a small voice, “Look at those phone manners. Since when has he been so rude?” Rembrary warned him that Shin Jo-woon would freeze his butt again if he didn’t keep quiet.

When Lion Lord immediately became quiet after hearing this, Rembrary spoke into the phone again, “Who is it.”

Then, after a moment, there was a sound of clearing his throat, and an unfamiliar voice was heard.

[Is this Rembrary’s phone?]

“Who is it.”

When Rembrary asked again, there was another sound of clearing his throat, and then the unfamiliar voice introduced himself first.

[This is Kwon Je-gu, the warden of the SKO-J Awakened-only prison. Is this Rembrary’s phone? I’m calling because I have something urgent to tell you.]