Revenge with the Power of the Final Boss-Chapter 126

Her affection for Seo-jun was palpable, and the way he returned her gaze with a soft, gentle look spoke volumes about the bond they shared. Their relationship was something extraordinary, far beyond what Seo-jin had ever imagined.

"How could I not have noticed?"

The fiery passion between them was undeniable. Yet, when Seo-jin was under the influence of his delusions, he had stubbornly denied what was right in front of him. He had convinced himself that Seomun Ye-jin loved him and clung to that fantasy, unable to see the reality.

He had willingly subjected himself to the procedure that fueled those delusions, so there was no one else to blame. But even knowing that, Seo-jin couldn’t understand how he had allowed himself to be so blind.

Watching Seomun Ye-jin now, seeing her direct such intense affection toward his brother, was almost unbearable.

"Honey, let’s show him just how much we love each other," Seomun Ye-jin said, her voice sweet yet dripping with intent.

"Alright," Seo-jun replied with a faint smile.

As their lips met, Ye-jin climbed onto Seo-jun’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her tailored suit accentuated her figure as she straddled him, and Seo-jun’s hand settled naturally on her hip. The way she leaned into his touch, practically glowing with happiness, was a clear display of their bond.

The deliberate show of their passion, right in front of Seo-jin, sent a clear message: there was no room for you in this relationship—there never was.

"Ahaha~" Seomun Ye-jin giggled softly, a blissful, girlish laugh that only deepened Seo-jin’s sense of despair.

As he tried to push away the overwhelming feelings of humiliation, Seo-jun’s voice cut through his thoughts.

"Baek Seo-jin."

Hearing his brother call his name, Seo-jin forced himself to suppress the misery bubbling inside him. These women—Seomun Ye-jin and the others—were never meant to be his. They were beyond his reach, and the pain he felt now was the punishment for daring to covet them.

"…Yes, brother?" Seo-jin replied, steadying his voice.

"You said you’d upload the video yourself. Fine. Let’s see if you keep your word," Seo-jun said, his gaze sharp. "I’ll send it to your phone. Accept it."

"…Understood."

Seo-jun transmitted the video to Seo-jin’s device. The footage captured not only the moment Baek Hyung-won and Kim Yoo-jung sold Seo-jun to the SSS-class villain So Kang-seok, but also their shameless behavior before and after the event.

Uploading the video would mean complete ruin for their parents, but Seo-jin had already resolved himself to that outcome.

"We’ll just move somewhere quiet and live out the rest of our lives together."

Seo-jin’s new life would be modest, stripped of wealth and luxury. Even if he earned significant money by hunting monsters in dungeons, he had decided to donate most of it to society, leaving only enough to cover basic living expenses.

It was a small step toward atonement, though he knew it was far from enough. The thought of living a lavish life without guilt weighed far heavier on him than the sacrifices he’d make.

As Seo-jin stood in silence, Seo-jun spoke again.

"It’s about time I told you something, Baek Seo-jin."

"What is it?" Seo-jin asked cautiously, bracing himself.

Baek Seo-jin tensed as he awaited what Baek Seo-jun would reveal. What kind of truth was his brother about to share? His unease grew when Seo-jun’s lips curved into a faint, almost cruel smile.

"About the pain I’ve felt," Seo-jun said, his tone chillingly calm.

"Pain…?" Seo-jin echoed, confused.

Pain? What kind of pain could Seo-jun possibly mean? Unable to imagine, Seo-jin asked, "What pain? Are you under some kind of curse?"

"You could call it a curse—or maybe not," Seo-jun replied cryptically. "Why don’t you experience it for yourself?"

"Wha—"

Before Seo-jin could even finish his sentence, a sharp, searing agony ripped through his body. Falling to his knees in the Dean’s office, he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!"

It wasn’t just pain. It was a visceral, overwhelming torment that shattered his senses. He could feel every moment of the suffering Seo-jun endured when he was captured by villains and subjected to inhuman experiments. His insides felt as though they were being torn apart, his skin as if it were seared by invisible flames. The agony was unimaginable.

But it didn’t stop there. Seo-jun’s rage and hatred toward Baek Hyung-won and Kim Yoo-jung surged through him, burning as vividly as the day those emotions were born. Every horrifying memory, every second of torment, replayed in perfect, excruciating clarity.

This wasn’t just pain—it was hell. The kind of hell that left a permanent scar on the soul, an experience so vivid that even the passage of time couldn’t dull its edge.

"Guh…haa…!" Seo-jin gasped, struggling to breathe.

If he hadn’t been an SSS-class Hunter, he realized, the sheer shock of the experience might have killed him. For an ordinary Hunter, surviving even a fraction of this would have been impossible.

Though it was only a vivid replay of the memories, the phantom pain was almost as real as if it were happening in the moment. The experience left Seo-jin with a newfound understanding of how much of a blessing it was to forget.

Even as an SSS-class Hunter, who could recall suppressed memories at will, he’d never faced anything like this. Seo-jun’s suffering wasn’t just remembered—it was resurrected with such detail that it felt as though the pain were alive.

And in those memories, Seo-jin saw the world from Seo-jun’s perspective. He witnessed how monstrous Baek Hyung-won and Kim Yoo-jung had appeared when they sold Seo-jun to So Kang-seok. The clarity of it all was overwhelming, as though the memories were consuming him.

"This… this is what he went through?"

What shocked Seo-jin most wasn’t just the pain itself but the fact that Seo-jun had endured this at the age of ten. To fully experience the agony his brother had suffered was to realize, for the first time, the true enormity of their sins.

"Aah…ahh…," Seo-jin whimpered, clutching his head as the memories of abandonment resurfaced, dragging him deeper into despair.

"This," Seo-jun’s voice rang coldly in his ears, "is the pain I’ve felt every day for the past fourteen years. And I still feel it now. Quite vivid, isn’t it?"

"AAAAHHH!" Seo-jin screamed, gripping his head tighter.

The overwhelming disgust he felt wasn’t just directed at his parents but also at himself. The hatred he felt for his family, for himself—it was unbearable.

Compared to this, the guilt he’d lived with before was nothing. Now, Seo-jin saw himself as a wretched creature unworthy of imagining a future. Even the thought of retreating to a quiet life in the countryside now felt like arrogant presumption.

His mind, fortified by the strength of an SSS-class Hunter, refused to succumb to madness. But that only made the torment worse. The clarity with which he experienced everything heightened his suffering.

"Brother…brother…what am I supposed to do? What should I do?" Seo-jin begged, his voice breaking as he clung to the edge of sanity. "What kind of punishment am I supposed to take? Tell me! I don’t know—I don’t know!"

Baek Seo-jun stared down at him, his gaze icy.

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"That’s for you to figure out," he said coolly. "Now, go and upload the video."

"Brother! Please!" Seo-jin cried desperately, but Seo-jun didn’t respond.

With a flick of his hand, Seo-jun opened a portal. Using his mana, he grabbed Seo-jin and unceremoniously threw him through it.

Seo-jin landed hard on the floor of the Baekho Guild headquarters. The portal behind him snapped shut as he called out in vain.

"Brotheeerrr!"

But there was no answer.

The vivid memories of Seo-jun’s suffering remained etched into Seo-jin’s mind, refusing to fade. They replayed endlessly, each cycle of torment hammering home the monstrousness of his actions. He saw himself, sneering and plotting to steal his brother’s women, as if watching a grotesque version of himself in a mirror.

"AAAAAHHHH!" Seo-jin screamed, clutching his head as the weight of his guilt crushed him.

This was his true punishment.

There was no escape, no reprieve. The memories and pain would forever serve as a reminder of the sins he and his family had committed, dragging him into an unending abyss of torment and regret.