Chapter 13

EP.13 Flash Mob

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[Appeared on the street in real-time egostic lololol]

(Picture)

What is this lololol

ㄴ[What is it? lololol]

ㄴ[Live event ON lololol]

ㄴ[Isn't this dangerous? I really don't know]

ㄴ[Ah lololol Are they filming a movie lololol]

ㄴ[Gay, you'll die if you keep filming this ㄷㄷ Run away]

ㄴ[Typical macho guy) Filming a crime scene]

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[Wow wow wow guys, Mango Stick just appeared on the street!]

(Video)

ㄴ[What? Another terror? Scary...]

ㄴ[No! This time it looks like someone is chasing someone!]

ㄴ[Oh, the video shows someone bleeding and flashing. Is it a murder? ㅜㅜ]

ㄴ[No, that's clearly chasing a villain, right?]

ㄴ[Dark hero Mango Stick! Dark hero Mango Stick! Take me!!!]

ㄴ[What's Mango Gang lololol]

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Real-time thread #1

#Egostic

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"Huff... huff..."

Teleporter, Kim Hakcheol, panted heavily as he moved his body.

Although he could easily teleport under normal circumstances, his current state was far from normal.

He clutched his wound with his hand, trying to stop the blood flowing from his abdomen, and continued, continued.

Just forward, just forward.

His vision was already blurring. His body felt heavy. He felt like he was going to die.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger.

What did I do wrong for this to happen?

All he did was rob a few banks.

Of course, he did kill a few people in the process, but it was all their fault. Why are they making a fuss and blocking him when he was doing well?

He continued to teleport forward. But perhaps because of the pain and dizziness, it wasn't easy.

Teleportation usually requires a clear mental image of the desired location or coordinates. However, Kim Hakcheol's mind, after being shot for the first time in his life, had already reached a point where rational judgment was impossible.

He just kept going to the farthest place he could see, and even that was becoming difficult as his vision blurred.

"Kya!"

"What, what is it!"

"Ah!"

He was in the middle of the city.

In a place with a high population, it was strange that people weren't shocked to see a man bleeding heavily, appearing and disappearing in different spots among the crowd.

But he had to keep going forward, forward.

Because the guy was chasing him from behind.

"Hello, hello! It's me, Egostic!"

"Yes, yes. I'm busy with work right now. Oh!"

"Oh, don't be scared. I won't harm you!"

"I'm just cleaning up the trash for the citizens, so please continue your daily lives with peace of mind!"

The voice coming from behind.

That despicable guy, Egostic.

Teleporter Kim Hakcheol naturally knew him.

In fact, in South Korea, not knowing Egostic was almost like being a spy. Everyone knew him.

Just last week, everyone was talking about Egostic on TV, the internet, and even in person.

Kim Hakcheol knew what Egostic had done.

Assassinated two villains.

But he didn't particularly fear Egostic.

Have you ever seen someone who's afraid of being struck by lightning and never goes outside?

He thought... that the villains Egostic had killed probably had some personal connection with him.

Logically, he wouldn't just kill them for no reason, right?

So Kim Hakcheol was confident.

Confident that Egostic wouldn't try to kill him.

Confident that Egostic wouldn't know his identity.

And confident that even if Egostic tried to kill him, he could escape using his ability.

But that confidence was now betraying him in real-time.

Who would expect to be shot by a guy with a gun while relaxing at home?

And the result of not expecting it was now coming back to haunt him.

"Come out! I'll catch one piece of trash today!"

"A-class villain Teleporter! It's time to go to hell!"

"Trash goes in the trash can, trash villains go to the Lord!"

Egostic, babbling like a madman.

Shouting loudly as if trying to be heard by everyone.

That was what scared Kim Hakcheol the most.

Specifically, the fact that his voice wasn't getting any quieter.

Despite his continuous teleportation, the voice was still audible.

Kim Hakcheol groaned as he continued to move.

"Ugh..."

He could feel his vision blurring.

Just the fact that he had made it this far with a gunshot wound was a miracle.

If he didn't have the ability to teleport, and if his body hadn't mustered its last bit of strength, he would have been dead already.

"But oh, oh, control! It seems your life ends here!"

Hearing the babbling from behind, Kim Hakcheol finally collapsed.

His body had finally reached its limit and could no longer teleport.

As he panted heavily and lowered his head, a shadow fell over him.

Looking up to confirm the shadow, he saw a villain with a half-mask, smirking evilly.

"Teleporter! You know your sins."

"Ah... ah... Please, please save me. Save me..."

"Ah! You want to be saved?"

He looked around.

They were surrounded by people.

To the citizens surrounding them, Egostic asked in a theatrical voice.

"Everyone! This piece of trash stole billions of others' property and killed four innocent people! Should we save this murderer who massacred someone's husband, someone's father, someone's friend, someone's son?"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The excited cries of the citizens demanding his death echoed.

Some people wondered if Egostic, who had also tried to drown hundreds of innocent children, should be spared, but no one dared to say it out loud in front of the armed villain. Life is precious, after all.

In the midst of the cries demanding his death, Egostic looked down at Kim Hakcheol, shrugged, and smiled.

"Should I kill you?"

"P-please. Just once. Just once, save me..."

"Really? Just once? Okay, just once... I'll save you?"

Kim Hakcheol's face brightened at Egostic's positive response.

But before he could speak, Egostic's hand was already reaching out.

"Sorry, Hakcheol, but no can do!"

As Egostic's words ended with a smile, a bang was heard from somewhere.

That was the last memory of A-class villain Teleporter, Kim Hakcheol.

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"Phew..."

After being shot one more time, the Teleporter finally died.

As he died, the people around him began to cheer and clap.

"Thank you, thank you."

As I bowed exaggeratedly, the people clapped even louder.

But... um...

Guys, I'm technically a villain, right?

So... what are you doing around me?

This world is surprisingly similar to my original world, except for the existence of superheroes and villains.

But every time something like this happens, I realize I'm in a different world.

When? When someone dies from a gunshot right in front of you, and people cheer and clap.

Isn't it supposed to be scary and people should scream and cry when someone dies from a gunshot right in front of you?

But seeing people laugh and clap in front of bleeding, dying bodies makes me feel strange.

It's like watching a public execution in the Middle Ages. Is it really that different?

Maybe people in this world have become desensitized to death due to the constant battles between heroes and villains, or maybe there's another reason.

Wait, hold on. First of all, I'm a villain, right? I'm not a hero, so what are you doing here?

I smiled at the people still clapping and said, turning around.

"Thank you! Thank you all! But, I'm a villain too. What if I suddenly start shooting at all of you?"

The people finally flinched and stopped.

Yeah, they finally made a rational judgment.

Finally?

Anyway, I didn't really mean to scare them, so I added.

"Just kidding, everyone! I don't randomly harm innocent citizens! When I do something, I always announce it in advance and call the heroes, so don't worry! Today, I'm just here to clean up a 'worse' villain than me, so you can relax!"

Seeing my words, the people finally relaxed.

Well, if you're that scared, you shouldn't have come close in the first place...

[Bro, if you're done, come out. Before the heroes arrive.]

Se-eun's voice in my ear.

Yeah, it's time to leave.

But I've been teleporting non-stop and I'm tired, and I have to go a long distance again. I'm exhausted.

Just as I was about to stand up, a loud voice came from above.

"Egostic!"

Surprised, I looked up to see...

"Stardust?"

Why are you here?