I’m the Only One With a Different Genre chapter 56

56 – Now, who’s the one being tortured?

“Ugh…”

Fortunately, the old man didn’t seem to have died. I heard him groaning. He tried to grab onto the sofa and get up.

Creak.

“Oof, oof…!”

Just from hearing his voice, I could tell how badly he had hurt his back.

“Hmm… since I told him to sit down, it’s probably better if he stays still.”

In situations like this, it was best to stay quiet and still. It seemed that someone had a different idea than me.

Swoosh.

A person emerged from the old man’s shadow. With an expressionless face, the man approached the groaning old man on the bed and reached out his hand. He seemed to be trying to help.

“Ah, ahem… Don’t touch me! Just leave me alone!”

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He refused even a touch, showing how much it hurt. The old man pushed away the approaching man in frustration. It was clear that staying still was the answer. If he had tried to help for no reason, he would have been the one receiving curses.

The person who approached the old man looked at him, trembling.

“Haah, haah!”

I raised my hand to cover my ears. I didn’t want to hear the old man’s groans.

“Well, I should apologize since it was my mistake, right?”

A conscientious thought came to mind, but quickly subsided.

“Inform him of his mistake, then apologize. If he hasn’t noticed yet, it’s not my fault.”

In the world of comedy, conscience was just about this much. The privilege of being forgiven after confessing one’s sins was only reserved for beautiful men and women.

Because my ears were covered, I couldn’t hear the old man’s groans. With nothing to do, I looked at the pattern on the floor. At first, I found five ordinary patterns that resembled people.

But at some point, the five patterns started to have a fierce fight. I stared blankly at the pattern that said, “Actually, I’m pregnant,” and the one that said, “..I have something to confess. I’m infertile. I’ve had problems with sperm since I was young.”

“This is a disaster.”

While I was thinking that, I saw the old man finally straightening up. I lowered my hand, which had been covering my ears, cautiously.

“Mmm…”

The old man held his waist and groaned.

“Damn it…”

He spat out a curse and then locked eyes with me. His rugged face instantly turned red. He seemed embarrassed.

“He’s quite shy.”

I thought that way, and as the old man gritted his teeth, he gestured to the man standing next to the sofa. The man then handed him a small potion bottle from his pocket. It was a recovery potion.

The old man immediately opened the lid of the potion and drank all of its contents.

“Heh…”

I threw an empty bottle at the man and quickly turned my head to avoid his gaze. There was something piercing about it, so I subtly averted my eyes.

***

Thud.

Bansuk looked at Lian, who was sitting on the floor, grinding his teeth.

“Of all times, the chair had to fall over..!”

He was a man who lived and died by his pride. Carrying around a fancy cane and concealing the expensive slave in the shadows were all for that reason.

The ‘pride’ that could be called his own was shattered in front of Lian. Bansuk imagined that Lian was silently mocking him and his blood vessels throbbed in his temples.

“I only intended to greet him and send him away… but that won’t work.”

I need to properly educate him about who I am.

Bansuk smirked bitterly and gestured to the man standing beside him, giving him a command. The man immediately lifted Lian, who was sitting on the floor, onto his shoulders.

“Ugh…”

Bansuk, who was about to quickly get up from the sofa, hesitated and slowly rose when he felt a sharp pain in his back. It hurt less than before, probably because he had taken a potion.

“Darn it, darn it!”

Even though he corrected his posture belatedly, the groan that had escaped his lips didn’t disappear. At that moment, the man approached and handed him the cane that had fallen on the floor.

The ornate cane was an accessory that represented his wealth and confidence, but today, it served its original purpose.

Tap, tap.

He put his weight on the cane and took a step forward. Bansuk walked towards the corridor that led from the living room. At the end of the corridor, there was a picture of an apple basket. When he tapped the picture with his cane…

Creak.

The apple picture opened inward as if it were a door. Inside, there was a pristine white corridor.

As we walked along the white corridor, I noticed several doors. Ban Suk headed towards the innermost one. A man silently walked ahead and opened the door for us.

Inside the room was also completely white, with a metal chair placed in the center. Leather belts were attached to the armrests and legs of the chair, with dried bloodstains on them.

Right in front of the chair was a black trolley filled with brutal torture tools.

The man carrying Lian immediately dropped him onto the metal chair. He then tied Lian’s wrists and ankles with the leather belts connected to the chair.

Ban Suk smirked and looked at Lian in a grotesque manner.

“Now, do you understand the situation? Well, will you show us some despair and scream?”

After securely fastening the belts, the man stepped aside. Ban Suk swallowed his saliva and leaned in, anticipating the fearful expression on Lian’s face.

“Hmm.”

“…?”

Lian casually scanned the room with a calm expression. His eyes were filled with nothing but curiosity. Ban Suk looked at Lian, speechless, in a situation he had never experienced before.

“It’s going to be difficult to manage this place.”

Lian hadn’t failed to understand the situation. Just by looking at the dried bloodstains and torture tools, he could somewhat predict what was going to happen. However, he wasn’t scared at all.

Don’t children who used to throw tantrums about not wanting to go to the hospital end up going without any hesitation when they become adults? That’s exactly how Lian felt.

Since he wasn’t really in pain or in danger of dying, there was no reason to be afraid.

Thunk.

To Ban Suk, that attitude felt like a challenge.

“Your stupidity is preventing you from understanding the situation, huh?”

Usually, when he brought a toy to play with here, he would leave it tied up for a few hours. It was quite enjoyable to watch a terrified slave, bound and writhing in fear, in the all-white room.

But it seemed like that method wouldn’t work on Lian at all. He confidently walked forward. And then the man next to him discreetly brought the trolley closer to Ban Suk’s side.

“It seems like you still haven’t grasped the situation.”

Ban Suk deliberately smiled with the expression of an innocent old man. Lian’s gaze turned to Ban Suk.

Swiftly, Ban Suk handed the cane he had been holding to the man. Fortunately, the potion had worked well, and he no longer felt any pain in his back.

Click.

He raised a wrench, one of the torture tools in the trolley. It was covered in dried blood. He lightly opened and closed the wrench, then grabbed Lian’s tied hand.

Even the stupidest person would realize that something was wrong and clench their fist in fear. But Lian casually extended his hand as if he had no idea what was about to happen.

“How long will this attitude continue?”

Ban Suk laughed mockingly as he grabbed Lian’s fingernail with the wrench. His lips twisted grotesquely.

The sound of a scream so loud that it would make your eardrums ring echoed in the air, making my spine tingle with fear. He clenched his dry lips and exerted force in his hand.

“Khehehe…”

As an uncontrollable ecstasy flowed out through his lips…

Snap!

With a cute sound, the fingernail was pulled out.

“…??”

Question marks filled Ban Suk’s eyes, which had been smirking.

“……????”

When faced with an incomprehensible situation, humans first deny it.

“Oh… I guess I pulled it out wrong.”

Although the thumbnail was caught at the end of the wrench, it wasn’t important to Ban Suk, who was turning away from reality.

Thud.

Ban Suk dropped the thumbnail on the floor and grabbed the index fingernail with the wrench.

“This time…!”

Crack!

A cute sound that could fly out of a baby’s shoe was heard again, and a fingernail was pulled out. However, not a single drop of blood splattered, and a perfectly intact fingernail remained in the place where it was pulled out.

“…?!?!”

Bansuk’s face contorted strangely, as if he had encountered something that should not exist in the world.

Plop, crack! Crack! Plop plop crack crack!

“Gasp, cough… cough!”

Bansuk, as if going crazy, pulled out Lian’s fingernail, unable to accept this reality, but the only thing that echoed was Bansuk’s gasping, not Lian’s screams.

Bansuk, gasping for breath due to lack of stamina, looked up and met Lian’s eyes. Lian was looking at Bansuk with a sympathetic gaze, as if watching an elderly person working hard to pick up newspapers in the early morning.

Clang!

With that gaze, a switch was flipped in Bansuk, and he threw the pliers to the ground. Then, like a madman, he rummaged through the trolley.

“Don’t… don’t pity me! How dare, how dare a slave like you!”

He raised a knife shaped like a saw towards Lian’s thigh.

Stab!

“…! Ha!”

This time, it passed through the flesh properly without any strange sound effects. The smell of pungent blood seemed to console Bansuk, who was soaked in sweat.

“Now you know what kind of situation you’re in -…”

Splat!

As if piercing through a blocked blood vessel, a fountain of blood gushed out from the thigh.

“Cough…!”

Startled, Bansuk stepped back and stumbled, tearing his buttocks on his own foot.

Thud!

“What?!”

As his previously injured back twinged again, Bansuk collapsed to the ground.