I transmigrated into an S-rank scumbag villain chapter 10

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Maybe I’ll just watch from a distance.

My heart started pounding with excitement again.

RUMBLE—!

The ground began to shake.

It felt like the same quake from the mid-boss fight.

Something massive was emerging from the sand.

Wait, hold on…

Something was wrong.

Not one, but two mounds of sand were rising.

“This can’t be right…”

With a thunderous roar, the final boss revealed itself—and unbelievably, there were two of them.

Two S-rank monsters in the shape of giant scorpions.

In the original video, Soohyuk had only faced one.

The sudden appearance of a second could mean only one thing.

Because of me?

Since we added one more person, the number of monsters must’ve increased accordingly.

Even for someone like Soohyuk, facing two S-rank bosses at once was dangerous.

Especially because of the poison in their tails.

Without a top-tier antidote, it was almost impossible to survive once infected.

And those antidotes were extremely rare—weren’t there only a few in the entire country?

I had been imagining the worst when I looked toward Do Soohyuk, who stood some distance away.

He had already drawn his blade and was charging at the monster.

What the hell—he’s starting just like that?

It happened in an instant.

I saw the monster swing its tail toward Soohyuk and, startled, I instinctively activated a skill.

It was the very one Soohyuk had told me not to use.

Perhaps sensing something was off, Soohyuk turned his head toward me, his eyes flashing with a terrifying intensity.

And then—

CRACK—!

A violent shock, like being hit by an 8-ton truck.

Something burst through my abdomen.

It all happened so suddenly that I didn’t even register what was going on at first.

Blinking in confusion, I looked down—there it was.

A scorpion’s tail, jutting up from the sand, had pierced through my torso.

Drops of green venom dripped from its tip.

Apparently, another monster had been targeting me all along.

I knew right away.

Ah… this is it.

No surviving a hole this big in my body.

My organs must’ve been torn apart.

“…Ha.”

And I never even got to go on that trip with Dad…

In the distance, I caught a glimpse of Soohyuk unleashing a torrent of black flame—but everything went dark before I could process it, and I lost consciousness.

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Clink.

The man unconsciously clenched the bills and coins in his hand.

But his dazed gaze remained fixed on the dazzling nightscape of Seoul.

It was as if he were entranced by the tightly packed cars on the road, the bright neon signs, and the glowing lights of the skyscrapers.

Under a particularly bright full moon, the man sat on the edge of an apartment rooftop and suddenly thought:

Wasn’t it just a crescent moon yesterday?

And the next thing he knew, he was lying face-down on the asphalt.

Every bone in his body shattered, blood pouring from his cracked skull.

The warm, wet sensation dripping down his face slowly cooled with time.

What is this…

The full moon that had hung in the pitch-black sky was gone without a trace.

Only the faint crescent remained.

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“Haaah!”

I gasped and opened my eyes wide.

It felt like I had just woken from a strange dream, but I couldn’t remember any of it.

And where was I?

I rolled my eyes around, but everything was pitch-black.

Did I actually die this time?

I mean, a giant scorpion tail pierced right through me.

Of course I died.

My insides must’ve been shredded.

But just as I was resigning myself to that thought, a familiar voice rang out beside me.

“Inho!”

Someone grabbed my hand.

It was a warm, rough, calloused hand.

“…Dad?”

No way.

Then, I remembered something I’d completely forgotten—the side effect of the skill I used.

It boosts the enemy’s critical hit rate to 100%, but there’s a price.

Temporary blindness.

The severity of the side effect depends on the target’s stats.

When ‘Seo Inho’ used it against A-Rank enemies, his vision would just get a little blurry.

But based on my current condition, it looked like just one use on Soohyuk caused me to go completely blind.

That’s… way too extreme.

Still fumbling in the dark, I brushed against my arm, and Dad gasped softly.

“Y-you can’t see, can you?”

“…Ah, it’s just a side effect of the skill. I’ll be fine soon.”

Probably within a day, I hoped.

It was manageable.

But my calm reply made Dad look like he was about to cry.

I awkwardly rolled my eyes and absently rubbed my stomach—then froze.

Sure, they must’ve used a potion during treatment, but feeling my uninjured abdomen was… unnerving.

No way someone survives that kind of wound.

Even a top-grade potion shouldn’t be able to heal something like that.

“Dad, how did I get to the hospital?”

This was a hospital, right?

The smell confirmed it.

At my question, Dad blew his nose and replied with a stuffy voice.

“Hunter Do Soohyuk carried you here. At least, that’s what I was told. You were in pretty bad shape from the poison…”

“And no other injuries?”

“None.”

If the hospital didn’t treat it…

Did Soohyuk use the Oasis water?

Otherwise, none of this would make sense.

Item pouches can’t be used by anyone but their owner.

So that meant he used the water I gave him.

He could’ve just left me there.

No one would’ve known.

Once a dungeon is cleared, all bodies disappear—no evidence left behind.

Even if Soohyuk had exited the gate alone, no one could’ve verified what happened inside.

“Anyway, nothing to worry about now. The doctor said all the poison’s gone.”

“The hospital had an antidote?”

“No, Hunter Do Soohyuk brought it. He even got you this nice room… I’m so grateful…”

There he is again. Do Soohyuk.

First, he was ready to strangle me—and now this?

Can someone really change that much?

He’s not planning to charge me for all this later, is he?

I felt distrust creeping in.

“Dad… how long have I been out?”

“Huh? It’s been two days.”

“…What?”

Wait a minute—why can’t I see yet?

Two days should’ve been more than enough time for my vision to return.

So using that skill on an S-rank extends the side effect duration?

That’s way too inefficient.

If I have to stay stuck at home again, unable to work, the rooftop starts calling to me all over again.

“Dad… I think I can be discharged now.”

As expected, Dad jumped up in protest.

“You only just woke up! You can’t even see! You need someone to take care of you!”

“Then… can I stay at your place for a while?”

It was half an impulsive thought.

With no idea when my sight would return, I didn’t want to be alone in that huge house.

If Dad was there, even just for mornings and evenings, maybe it would help me keep the dark thoughts at bay.

“Just until my vision comes back.”

But Dad didn’t answer right away.

I figured maybe caring for his grown son was too much of a burden, so I was about to take the words back when I felt something wet drop onto my hand.

No way… he’s crying again?

Without a word, Dad let silent tears fall, and finally spoke in a voice thick with emotion.

“Of course you can stay. You don’t even have to ask.”

“Then maybe… right now—”

“No. It’s late today. We’ll go tomorrow.”

It was the first time I’d ever heard Dad speak so firmly.

I nodded quietly.

And that day became the first in a long time that I spent meaningful time alone with my father.

“Where did the cup go again…”

While my father was handling the discharge paperwork, I quietly stayed in the hospital room.

After changing into a hoodie and shorts he bought from a nearby market, I looked around.

We had already packed everything.

I just wanted to drink some water one last time, but the cup I grabbed after fumbling around was completely empty.

I considered waiting for my dad, but that felt a bit too childish.

So, I decided to go get the water myself.

There was a water dispenser just outside the room anyway—it wasn’t a big deal.

I slowly got up from my seat and began feeling my way forward.

It was harder than I thought…

My fingertips brushed past a chair, a drawer, then a table, one after another.

Luckily, I made it to the room’s door without any accidents.

I let out a small sigh of relief and kept moving forward, still groping around.

But instead of the water dispenser, my hand brushed up against something soft, yet firm.

From the feel of it against my palm… it seemed like someone’s chest.

“Dad?”

But this person was way too tall to be my father—and more than that, their body was… well-built.

No way my dad had such a solid chest.

Just then, a smooth, low voice spoke from somewhere near my forehead.

“Shall I get the water for you?”

“Uh…”

Before I could respond, the cup I was holding was gently taken from my hand.

I heard the sound of water pouring, then shortly after, a large hand wrapped around my wrist.

The touch sent an odd shiver down my spine.

“Here you go.”

The man slowly guided the now-filled cup into my hand, careful not to let me drop it.

In that moment, something like a jolt ran across the back of my hand, and I flinched slightly.

What was that just now?

Was it just my imagination?

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