Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 156

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Chapter 156
Only after muttering it under my breath did I realize this was a famous resurrection spell meme from Earth.
But it didn’t function as an ominous flag.
Such flags only arise between those whose power gap isn’t significantly different in the first place.
Like a gunslinger blowing out the fired bullet, I relaxed my fist and blew away my scattered hair.
‘Misa tied my hair up so nicely, and now it’s a complete mess.’
I’d need to tidy up a bit before returning so the handmaidens wouldn’t be alarmed.
I stared expressionlessly at Assel, who had collapsed in a single blow.
This would have been unthinkable in previous chapters. Knocking him down at this age, no less.
He was a successor who garnered considerable attention even within the Black Panther Family, and among all past heirs, he was counted among the most talented.
‘Which is why in the original story, when Lili later connected with the Crown Prince, he would have been the one to oppose most fiercely and serve as the greatest obstacle.’
But that’s all talk at the level of a young boy.
Even if he could exert the strength of an ordinary beast, he wouldn’t be a match for me.
It’s not simply a matter of strength difference.
‘It’s the difference in experience.’
No different from why I could win against Baian’s gang in street fights when I was young.
There’s no one who can overcome overwhelmingly accumulated years.
“Especially not brats who haven’t even dried the blood on their heads.”
Some sound seemed to naturally reach my ears.
Like a commentary from an old fighting match on Earth.
Ah! Player Assel can’t get up! K.O! K.O!
As I was dusting off my hands, the bushes rustled once more.
I didn’t worry it might be another unfamiliar knight.
The presence felt familiar.
“You came.”
I spoke without even looking.
Then came the sound of a tongue click from behind.
“You should at least look at who it is before speaking, right?”
“I already know it’s you, Second Brother. What’s the point in looking?”
….
When I slightly turned my head, sure enough, the one who appeared behind me was Second Brother.
His face was slightly furrowed as if displeased about something.
“Did you knock them all out?”
“Can’t you tell by looking?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“I struck all their vital points.”
I had no intention of killing them, but neither did I intend to let them escape with their eyes open.
Most of them likely had broken bones, and beyond that, all of them would have difficulty moving for a while.
“Those bastards have someone else to attack. Why would they attack you?”
“Don’t be angry.”
Looking at Second Brother’s face, I realized he wasn’t angry at me—he was furious at those who had attacked me.
Though he was clearly a water creature with water attributes, his eyes blazed like flames consuming everything in their path.
After all, in the previous timeline, he was someone who couldn’t tolerate insubordination directed at me.
The memory brought a slight smile to my lips.
“Bind him for now.”
Atlant clicked his tongue and made a rough gesture with his hand. Water surged from the empty air, crashing down and binding the fallen figure tightly to the ground.
‘Hmm, it seems like Assel is bound particularly tight… this doesn’t feel like a coincidence.’
I paused mid-observation of Assel.
Remarkably, he was staring at me with both eyes wide open and gleaming.
‘Interesting.’
I rested my chin on my hand, genuinely intrigued.
I’d struck him with full force to knock him unconscious, yet his eyes remained open?
“Fascinating. I hit you to make you pass out, yet here you are.”
“You… cough, do you really think you’ll escape this unscathed?”
“Whether you escape unscathed is something you should be worrying about.”
Even a rotten fish still has its pride, I suppose.
I chuckled and sauntered toward him leisurely.
“You just touched a Black Panther, you understand? Do you comprehend what that means?”
“I understand. Why wouldn’t I?”
I intended to thoroughly educate this arrogant fool about his current predicament.
“It means land beasts oppressing innocent aquatic creatures.”
“What? What nonsense. As expected from inferior beings like you…”
I pressed my foot down firmly on Assel’s hand.
“Ah, did you call me a dog? I have a condition—whenever I see dogs that won’t listen, I feel compelled to step on them.”
As his hand was crushed, Assel didn’t cry out. Instead, he bit his lip hard.
‘It must hurt with this much force applied, yet he doesn’t scream. He’s truly vicious. I suppose this is what a protagonist should do?’
With eyes that resembled his father’s, black flames of rage seemed to burn fiercely within him.
It was absurd.
I had endured humiliation and sorrow many times greater than this, yet I never even had the chance to glare back.
“Life really is entertaining, isn’t it? I never thought I’d live to see the day I’d step on a Black Panther.”
Then a cold voice reached my ears.
“This isn’t even your first time.”
For just a moment, Assel’s eyes wavered with rage, and confusion flickered across them.
It must have been an incomprehensible statement to him.
But it was only momentary.
“When my father hears of this, do you think he’ll let it slide? Orcas like you…!!”
I wondered what expression he’d wear if he learned that those very orcas had once forced his family to surrender their castle and even the Imperial Capital, accepting a humiliating defeat.
“When cornered, is that your only method?”
“What?”
“Calling for your parents? My, the Black Panther heir is nothing but a mere child after all?”
“….”
“If your power isn’t enough, then we’ll sweep it away with Father’s—no, with the Family’s power? That works.”
“….”
“It’s amusing how you lack even the basic understanding that this doesn’t work anymore.”
To others, it might seem ridiculous, but I had still been secretly aware that I was a child.
It meant I had maintained my guard, at least in my own way, so as not to appear too strange.
Yet in this moment, for the first time, I cast aside that mask and revealed my true nature as a regressor.
The darkness from my previous cycle—the grim, sinister version of myself bound together by vengeance and obsession to destroy you all.
“Still don’t understand the situation?”
The dark momentum flowing from me seized Assel’s throat.
“Only the strong get to speak.”
Cough, cough. Assel choked for breath.
“How does it feel to become someone who can’t even move his tongue without my permission?”
My expression must have been blank.
Fragments of memory flickered through my mind.
“Stay quiet, live as if you’re dead. You’re someone who can’t open your mouth even once without my permission. Understand?”
“If you’re weak, then act weak.”
The fact that you were so tender to the heroine, willing to give her everything, yet colder than ice to a bride from a distant land—I no longer find it strange at all.
Ironically, during my time as this man’s fiancée, there was one last day I begged.
“Just once, please let me go home…. Just once, to my homeland….”
Why did I think that way? What home did I have to return to in that cold Aquasiadel Estate?
I suppose I thought it would be better than here. That at least there, I could rest my body in peace.
I don’t pity or sympathize with my past life.
It’s merely the past.
Yet I carry in my heart the weight of having lived such a sorrowful existence.
“You, cough, absolutely….”
In this moment, Assel’s eyes burned fiercely. It was laughable.
You accumulate resentment and swear revenge over merely this?
“I, I won’t let this slide. Never.”
“You know what?”
I let a smile bloom across my expressionless face once more.
“There’s no such thing as ‘never’ in this world. And I am.”
“….”
“Strong enough to make your ‘never’ seem laughable.”
I turned my head away, my face still wearing that gentle smile.
“Atlant.”
“Huh, wh-what?”
At the sound of his name, Second Brother panicked. His body remembers too.
When I called his name with this expression in my past life….
“Wh-what are you trying to do…. Hey, isn’t this Aquasiadel?”
That I undertake grand schemes, sometimes utterly mad ones.
He knew this all too well.
“What are people saying? I simply had a brilliant idea.”
“…W-No, whenever you smile like that and call it a ‘plan,’ you’ve only ever done insane things?”
“And how did those insane things end?”
“…We won.”
“Exactly. That’s what matters, isn’t it?”
I looked down at Assel with that same smile, then pressed my heel firmly against his throat.
It didn’t take long for him to lose consciousness.
“There’s no one around, right?”
“Right. I’ve set up a barrier.”
“Second Brother, you’re not the brightest, but you’re remarkably perceptive about these things. I really appreciate that.”
The barrier Atlant had erected would have muffled any loud noises and prevented anyone from entering from outside.
“You’ve made a ‘recording,’ haven’t you?”
Just as Black Panthers, lions, and the protagonists in books possessed the boundless applications of earth’s power,
our Orcas’ water power boasted equally diverse applications.
This varied depending on how each direct descendant of the Orca line developed their abilities.
In the previous cycle, I had taught my older brothers a special application technique.
One derived from water’s property of reflecting forms transparently.
It was the ability to record any incident or scene.
However, this was an extremely advanced application—something that should have been absolutely impossible for Atlant at his age.
“…Yes.”
This one was a returnee like me, carrying memories from the previous cycle.
‘I’ll have to build absolute strength and physical power from scratch.’
Just as my experience couldn’t be replaced, neither could his.
“Right, if you’d forgotten that, there’d be no plan to speak of. It was sparring practice after all this time.”
“Would I forget that? You drilled it into me relentlessly!”
“That’s right, that’s right. Tough love leaves the deepest impressions, doesn’t it?”
Atlant regarded me with complicated eyes.
“So what are you going to do?”
A blue crystal floated before my eyes.
I grasped it in my hand. Atlant had created it—a crystal recording everything that had just transpired.
“I’m going to make a big move.”
…
“They’ve given me a perfect opportunity, after all.”
Well, it’s a bit ahead of schedule, but
shall we go rescue Tus?

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