Revenge with the Power of the Final Boss-Chapter 128

"So, you’re asking about Baek Seo-jin’s condition, right?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

At my words, Hyung-won’s expression twisted in barely contained rage, while Kim Yoo-jung watched silently, her glare sharp as a blade.

With deliberate calm, I began explaining the situation.

"I’ve let Seo-jin experience what I’ve felt—every moment of agony, betrayal, and hatred I endured. He’s reliving those moments as vividly as if they were his own. That’s what’s happening to him."

"What…?"

Hyung-won’s voice trembled, his anger momentarily replaced by confusion.

"In short, Seo-jin is feeling what it’s like to be me. He’s experiencing the pain of being tortured by villains, the despair of being abandoned, and the burning hatred I’ve carried for both of you."

My words seemed to freeze them in place for a moment as they tried to comprehend. Then, as the reality set in, they erupted.

"You cruel bastard! How could you do that to your own brother?!" Hyung-won roared.

"Undo it immediately! How could you be so heartless to your own blood?" Yoo-jung shrieked, her voice trembling with fury.

Predictably, nothing about them had changed.

To them, shouting at me and demanding obedience was as natural as breathing. Even now, they didn’t see me as a person, just a tool that had outlived its usefulness.

"You still don’t understand your place," I said coldly.

But it didn’t matter. Their fate was sealed.

"Anyway, Hyung-won, here’s what you’re going to do," I said with a smirk. "Go back, release the video, and finish what you promised. Once that’s done, I’ll tell you how to undo what you’re calling a ‘curse’ on Seo-jin."

"Can’t you just lift it now?" he snapped.

"I’m experiencing it in real-time myself," I replied nonchalantly. "Even if I wanted to, it’s not something I can just ‘lift.’"

That was, of course, a lie. I could easily remove the connection between Seo-jin and my memories if I chose to. But I had no intention of revealing that.

Watching their frustration boil was satisfying, but that wasn’t enough. Their true downfall hadn’t even begun.

"So, before I change my mind, Hyung-won, you’d better handle this quickly. That’s the only way to help Seo-jin."

"Tch… Fine," Hyung-won growled through gritted teeth.

Despite his clear desire to lash out, he held himself back for Seo-jin’s sake. The internal battle was written all over his face. He was probably imagining all the ways he wanted to kill me, but he knew he couldn’t.

"Kim Yoo-jung stays," I added casually.

"What?" Hyung-won glared at me.

"If you don’t like it, you can both leave to handle the video together," I said with a smirk. "You could even do a joint interview to publicly admit to everything. That would make things easier for everyone."

Hyung-won clenched his fists but said nothing. Turning to Yoo-jung, he spoke softly.

"Stay here. I’ll handle this and come back quickly."

"But…"

"It’s fine. I’ll be back soon," he said, forcing a reassuring smile.

With that, Hyung-won left the room, leaving Yoo-jung alone with me.

"Why are you making me stay?" she hissed, glaring at me.

"You’ll see soon enough," I said, dismissing her question.

"Ramisa," I called.

Shhhhhh—

The massive form of Ramisa rose, her serpentine body towering over Yoo-jung.

"What do you think?" I asked.

— She’s decent. Not quite on par with your wives, who bear the world’s blessings, but she’ll suffice. It’s more than enough for what you have in mind.

"Exactly what I thought," I replied, nodding.

Yoo-jung frowned, clearly unable to understand Ramisa’s words.

"Who are you talking to right now?"

Kim Yoo-jung’s question was sharp, laced with suspicion.

I didn’t answer her immediately. Instead, I rose from my seat and approached her slowly.

"What are you—uhk?!"

Before she could finish her question, I immobilized her with my mana. Her body froze in place, held tightly by the invisible force, rendering her completely incapable of movement. I let my gaze sweep over her from head to toe.

For all her vile nature, there was no denying her beauty. Her striking appearance had been mentioned repeatedly in the original novel, and seeing her up close, it was easy to understand why.

"If it were Yoo-cheon, he’d probably take this opportunity to punish her by force," I mused.

My old friend Seomun Yoo-cheon had been a man who wouldn’t hesitate to deliver justice through unspeakable means, especially if his target was someone like Kang Mi-hyun, one of the garbage heroines from his own reincarnated world. Yoo-cheon would have destroyed such people without a second thought, believing it a fitting retribution.

Even if someone like Kim Yoo-jung were an evil stepmother in his world, Yoo-cheon likely wouldn’t have hesitated to take things a step further, claiming it as part of his brand of justice.

"If it were Yoo-cheon, he’d probably see her as nothing more than an amusing plaything," I thought with a dry smile.

Looking at Yoo-jung now, paralyzed and helpless, I could imagine how he’d view her. To him, she’d be nothing more than a meal served on a silver platter, ripe for exploitation.

But I wasn’t Yoo-cheon.

Unlike him, I had no interest in laying a hand on Kim Yoo-jung. Even if using her in such a way would be more efficient for my purposes, I had no desire to engage with someone who wasn’t my wife.

My wives were all silently watching this scene unfold, but even if they weren’t here, I wouldn’t have touched her.

Still, I wasn’t going to let her off easily either.

"None of my wives have any sadistic tendencies," I reminded myself.

Their inherently kind and compassionate personalities made them incapable of finding pleasure in someone else’s suffering.

That left me to make the most of Kim Yoo-jung in another way. She’d become an invaluable tool—a means to not only ensure her complete destruction but also save the world in the process.

"Kim Yoo-jung," I said softly, leaning down to look her in the eye, "you don’t need to make any more pointless moves from now on. Your ruin will save this world."

Her eyes widened in fear, but there was nothing she could do. From this moment on, she would witness everything that was about to happen with full awareness.

I reached out and gently patted her head, speaking in the calmest voice I could muster.

"Just wait here until Baek Hyung-won comes back. Once he returns… I’ll show you both a ruin so complete, so agonizing, that you’ll wish you’d never crossed me."

Kim Yoo-jung, still bound by my power, couldn’t even move her lips to respond. All she could do was glare at me with a mixture of rage and desperation.

— "Seo-jun, are you just going to leave her like this?" Ramisa’s voice echoed in my mind.

"Yes," I replied aloud. "I’ll explain exactly how they’ll meet their end once Hyung-won is back. Until then, let her stew in her fear of the unknown."

***

"What is he planning?"

Kim Yoo-jung trembled in fear, unable to even twitch a finger. Immobilized by my power, she could only stew in her rising anxiety.

What kind of ruin was he about to unleash on them? What fate could possibly be worse than losing the Baekho Guild and having their beloved son, Baek Seo-jin, reduced to his current state?

"What is he scheming?"

The uncertainty gnawed at her. Without answers, the fear of the unknown took hold, its grip tightening around her heart.

She prayed silently, "Please, my love, don’t come back here. This place is dangerous."

If her husband returned, it would mark the moment of their ultimate downfall.

For a fleeting moment, she entertained the thought of Baek Hyung-won taking Seo-jin and fleeing somewhere far away, escaping this nightmare altogether. But she knew it was a futile hope.

Even if they managed to evade Baek Seo-jun’s gaze and fled to the farthest reaches of the earth, it wouldn’t matter. They wouldn’t last long.

He would find them.

And when he did, their suffering would only be prolonged.