It’s the Apocalypse, but My Summons Do Everything - Chapter 10

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Episode 10

#Episode 10

“Are you coming to your senses?”

“Ugh… I’m dizzy…”

“You’ve been kidnapped.”

“Yeo-ul, what on earth do you mean by that…”

“It’s a line I’ve always wanted to say at least once.”

The kidnapped master baker grabbed his dizzy head and sat up.

Fortunately, he didn’t show the same aggressive tendencies as before.

He opened his eyes drowsily and shook his head, then looked back and forth between me and Yeo-ul.

“You are… Yeo-ul and Hyun-soo?”

“Yes, it feels a bit awkward to say this in this situation, but you’ve been well, haven’t you?”

“…Do I look like I’ve been well?”

“No.”

“…Heh heh.”

Since he seemed to have fully regained his senses, I untied the rope that was binding Juntak Ajeossi.

In his current state, he could have easily torn through such rope anyway.

The fact that he didn’t resist and stayed put meant his reason had returned to some degree.

“So what happened that you ended up in this state here?”

“Hah…”

As if so much had happened, tears briefly welled up in the old man’s eyes.

He wiped his tears with his sleeve and opened his mouth with difficulty.

“Surviving Daejeon was nothing short of a miracle.”

The story buried deep in his heart began to flow out.

It was people from Trash Village who helped evacuate the handful of remaining Daejeon residents.

Initially, the people from Trash Village conducted rescue operations with the goal of saving as many people as possible.

The Lich’s power grew stronger in earnest and they could no longer hold out and had to retreat, but ultimately it was thanks to Trash Village’s help that about thirty Daejeon residents were able to survive.

They helped the Daejeon people both materially and spiritually, doing their best until they entered Trash Village.

The Daejeon people had lost their hometown, but they breathed sighs of relief.

They were alive anyway, and although Daejeon had fallen, they had gained a safer haven.

This was exactly how it was until two days after moving into Trash Village.

The problem arose when Leon, the boss of Trash Village, demanded taxes from the people.

The Daejeon people also had consciences and had received help, so they obediently paid taxes.

The taxes that started with light money and goods increased exponentially for various reasons and pretexts.

Even when they wanted to seek help, after arriving at the village, the Trash Village people cut off their helping hands all at once as if they had made a promise.

They wouldn’t even look when people tried to sell things, and they wouldn’t even talk to them.

Socially and economically isolated, the Daejeon people struggled to pay taxes, but how much property could refugees have to pay taxes with in the first place?

Their capital hit rock bottom in an instant, and eventually people reached the point where they couldn’t pay taxes.

And finally, problems erupted.

Those who couldn’t pay taxes disappeared one by one somewhere and returned looking very gaunt.

When asked where they had been and what they had done, they all kept their mouths tightly shut and wouldn’t answer.

They just hung their heads with dark expressions as if they had seen something frightening.

Juntak Ajeossi found this suspicious and followed those who were disappearing.

And he discovered it.

People offering blood instead of taxes.

They filled blood packs and submitted them instead of taxes, and even received food and daily necessities in return.

At first he thought it was just blood donation, but soon people left, and red-eyed beings began drinking the blood packs one by one.

The startled old man made a sound, and the red eyes that heard it chased after him.

A gentle middle-aged man who just made bread couldn’t possibly escape from this.

“And this is the wound I got then.”

Clear fang marks were carved into Juntak Ajeossi’s neck.

Something that sucked blood, pierced necks with fangs to drink blood, and had red eyes and superior physical abilities.

Only one type of being came to mind.

“Is it something like a vampire?”

“Yeah, they called themselves Bloodsuckers…”

“What, so are you a Bloodsucker now too?”

“…”

“Hey, Iram…”

Seo Iram’s comment while watching from the side hit Juntak Ajeossi right in the solar plexus.

Hit right on target, the old man made a sad expression and reluctantly nodded.

“Yes, you’re right.”

“…”

“Is there no possibility of returning to being a normal human again?”

“I don’t really know that either… I didn’t become this knowingly.”

Even while answering, Juntak Ajeossi couldn’t lift his head as if his heart was heavy.

The atmosphere grows heavy.

In the increasingly heavy atmosphere where it was difficult to speak, Kim Yeo-ul opened her mouth with difficulty.

“Is there anything else you know?”

“Hmm… there are a few more things.”

“Oh, what are they?”

First.

They collect blood and periodically send it somewhere.

Second.

The ones who take the blood send supplies in return.

And the third.

Before saying the last one, Juntak Ajeossi looked around cautiously and whispered carefully in my ear.

“There are Bloodsuckers inside this village acting as surveillance.”

“Hmm… I see.”

So that turbid magical energy I’ve been sensing was that.

“Yeo-ul, go catch one.”

“Okay!”

Kim Yeo-ul burst through the window and instantly caught a pair of red eyes.

“Huh!? What!? Yes!?”

The Bloodsucker, grabbed by the scruff without even attempting to resist, was stuttering in disbelief at the situation.

I skillfully made the Bloodsucker kneel and brought a chair to sit in front of it.

“Answer my questions obediently and I won’t kill you.”

“If you don’t answer obediently, I’ll kill you!”

Seo Iram smiled brightly while pressing a blade to the Bloodsucker’s neck.

This girl works quite well with me despite meeting for the first time today.

“Th… this…!”

The Bloodsucker, finally grasping the situation, trembled and opened its mouth wide.

It looked like it was about to scream, so I immediately struck its jaw with my knee.

“Kheueok!?”

Its sharp fangs pierced its gums, causing blood to flow from its mouth.

“Iram, cut off its thumb.”

“Okay!”

Holding the machete I gave her, Seo Iram stepped firmly on the Bloodsucker’s left hand.

“Keuah-!”

“Scream and you die.”

“Kheuheubeub…!”

“Oppa, can I cut it now?”

“Yeah.”

Seo Iram cut off the Bloodsucker’s thumb without hesitation.

The Bloodsucker widened its eyes and trembled violently but didn’t scream.

I patted the Bloodsucker’s head lightly.

Appropriate fear is always helpful.

“Now we can have a proper conversation.”

“Is… is it okay to treat a Bloodsucker like this…?”

“It’s a Bloodsucker, so we treat it roughly. If you don’t want to see, close your eyes.”

While a normal person’s jaw would have been shattered, the Bloodsucker’s jaw looked fine.

“Now, shall we continue our conversation?”

I sat back down in front of it.

Seo Iram was preparing to cut the index finger in case of any unexpected situation.

“You, what’s your name?”

“…”

“Cut it.”

“Lee Jang-woo! My name is Lee Jang-woo!”

“Oppa, should I cut?”

“Hmm… I’ll let it slide this time.”

Nine fingers remaining.

I guess that’s about three or four questions worth.

“What exactly is a Bloodsucker?”

“A vampire that lives by sucking human blood. We become weak under sunlight, vulnerable to fire attacks, but garlic and crosses don’t work.”

“Finally showing some sincerity in your answers.”

I crossed my legs and stared intently at the Bloodsucker’s red eyes.

Its pupils contracted and I could feel minute trembling in its skin.

“Where do you Bloodsuckers come from?”

“…That… I don’t really know either. I was just an ordinary human until a month ago.”

“Oh, really? You were human?”

“…Yes!”

“Iram, cut off two.”

“What!? Wait a moment…!”

Slice, slice.

The middle and index fingers flew off.

Naturally, it didn’t scream.

The sight of it shedding tears while biting its lips was quite impressive.

“If you lie, two will fly off at a time, got it?”

“I… it’s really true, he really was human…”

“Who said anything about him being human?”

“Huh…?”

“Saying you don’t know much is a lie, isn’t it?”

I grabbed the hair of the bowed Bloodsucker and lifted his head up.

All sorts of turbid emotions could be read in his red eyes.

Fear.

Terror.

Horror.

The storm of dark, thick emotions was quite a sight to behold.

“Oppa, I’m only using my fingers, so it’s frustrating…”

“Hmm, then shall our Iram try blowing off a wrist next time?”

“Good!”

“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”

Iram glanced at me, then grinned and brought the knife to his throat.

Since the blade was sharp, blood began to flow just from that contact.

It contained a subtle threat that any nonsense would result in his throat being sliced immediately.

The Bloodsucker must have understood this, as he trembled violently and wet himself.

“Go ahead and spill it.”

“Of, of course!”

The Bloodsucker who identified himself as Lee Jang-woo began spilling the inside story fluently, as if he had never been reluctant.

First, that there was a ‘Jin-jo’ in Seoul who ruled over all Bloodsuckers, and all the blood collected here was also being sent to Seoul.

Second, that Leon was one of the First Progenitors, a direct subordinate of the Jin-jo.

And lastly, that Seoul had already become a city completely dominated by Bloodsuckers.

“Is that all? Don’t you know how many First Progenitors there are, things like that?”

“Yes, this is really everything. I’m just a low-ranking member to begin with, so I don’t know much!”

The Bloodsucker with desperate eyes trembled his hands – it didn’t seem like a lie.

It probably wasn’t a lie.

He seemed too cowardly to be a madman who would lie with his life on the line.

I gently took the knife from Iram’s hand.

The Bloodsucker seemed relieved just by that and let out a rough breath.

I patted the Bloodsucker’s shoulder and asked one last question.

“Ah, one more thing I’m curious about – do you happen to know a way to turn Bloodsuckers back into humans?”

“Huh? Ah, you have to kill the host who gave the power… that is, the one who turned the human into a Bloodsucker, or kill a higher-ranking progenitor.”

“Oh? Then everyone below becomes an ordinary human in an instant?”

“Yes, that’s right!”

I glanced at the old man and smiled broadly.

“Thanks.”

And I sliced off the Bloodsucker’s head with the kitchen knife in my hand.

Experience points came in from the guy who had claimed to be human just a month ago.

“Ah! Oppa, I wanted to do it!”

“I’ll let you do it next time.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, promise stamp!”

Kim Yeo-ul, who had been restraining the Bloodsucker, chuckled.

“You’re still a complete psychopath when it comes to monsters.”

“Of course. Did you forget what killed you, me, and my parents?”

“I know, how could I forget.”

I wiped the blood off my hands and looked at Juntak Ajeossi.

Surprisingly, he didn’t seem shocked, sitting on the bed with a calm face, staring intently at the dead Bloodsucker.

Then he looked at me quietly again and asked in a gray tone.

“By any chance… if I can’t return to being human, could you send me off without pain?”

“…”

Asking me to kill him if he can’t return to being human.

I could feel Juntak Ajeossi’s sincerity in those words, but I had absolutely no intention of letting the Republic of Korea’s master baker go like this.

Juntak Ajeossi’s new creation.

Cream cheese strawberry bagel – I haven’t tried that yet.

“Ajeossi, no matter what happens, I’ll turn you back into a human, so don’t think such useless thoughts.”

“You will? Not me?”

“Whose summoned creature are you?”

“Tch.”

Kim Yeo-ul interjected as if to lighten the heavy atmosphere, and the old man also smiled wryly.

“So, who’s the Bloodsucker that bit you, Ajeossi?”

“Ah… did you happen to see the deal I made in the back alley?”

“Yes, I saw everything.”

“Then this will be easy to explain. The Bloodsucker who sold me blood packs then – that bastard is the one who bit me.”

He turned him into a Bloodsucker and then sold him blood packs…

What a crazy bastard.

“Then, I can call that bastard back again….”

“Hyun-soo, dodge!”

The red spear that flew at high speed was struck by Kim Yeo-ul’s fist and shattered into pieces.

The spear made of blood lost its form and dripped down.

“…You’ve saved me the trouble of hunting you down.”

On the rooftop of the building across from the inn.

Red sunglasses and a black coat.

A man with snow-white hair was glaring at us.

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