The Regressor Only Protects Me Chapter 57

#Episode 57. Guillotine (1)

The French Revolution of 1789 is called a true revolution of liberal citizens in which the monarchy and aristocracy were overthrown by the citizens, but I think differently.

The French Revolution was simply a change in the class system centered on merchants among the three classes that continued from citizens to merchants to nobles (royalty).

Although it is clear that the main actors of the French Revolution were the citizens, the greatest beneficiaries were ultimately the merchants.

On this basis, the bourgeoisie, or merchant class, took control of the state, created city councils, and rose to the top stratum of society.

This has continued into modern times, with businessmen becoming the top predators in society.

In other words, the incited citizens gained nothing.

The merchants who instigated it all got it.

From this, one thing becomes clear.

The truth is that when the lower classes rebel and defeat the upper classes, the biggest beneficiaries are the middle classes.

This is exactly my situation right now.

I’m like a bat, neither on the side of the citizens nor the police.

And bats are the social evil that causes all kinds of instigation and division by sticking here and there.

Although it was ‘I’ who caused the division, the two forces regarded each other as enemies and began to fight.

“The police… … killed a citizen-!!!!!!!”

“They killed a citizen!!! The police killed a citizen-!!!!!”

The first thing is panic.

The very fact that the police killed citizens was terrifying, so the civilian forces, although in reality they had greater power, were scattered.

The crowd of citizens dispersed in an instant.

I escaped from the police almost like I was running away.

And the change started happening faster than expected.

* * *

“What should I do? Yes? Mr. Administrator. You should calm down the citizens… …! Isn’t that why you hired the Administrator?”

The chief asked me in confusion.

By now, the chief thought he had perfectly tamed the ‘citizens’, but because of me, his plans were shattered.

The chief clearly showed his anxiety by continuously pacing in the same spot or gnashing his teeth.

When a bat goes to a bird, it must fart at the bird.

I told him.

“Please be strict. Don’t the police have the power and qualifications to do that?”

“Strictly… …? How do you mean?”

I said after a bit of hesitation.

“Execute him.”

“… … .”

It was quite a straight ball.

Everyone here, except the chief, was surprised.

The same was true for Detective Lee Cheong-chun.

For the first time, Detective Lee Cheong-chun raised his voice at me.

He trudged toward me.

“Zion-san!!!! What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!”

Thud!!

Detective Lee Cheong-chun grabbed me by the collar.

I was staring at him without changing my expression.

“Are you kidding me…? The police… execute a citizen…? Hey, Mr. Kang Shi-on! Where the hell do you come up with such nonsense? You… …!”

Detective Lee Cheong-chun grabbed me by the collar and shook me.

My body also swayed back and forth under his grip.

“Hey, hey, the police… …! They’re here to protect the citizens… …! Got it?”

I said this to Officer Lee Cheong-chun, who kept saying such things.

“How contradictory, sir.”

I opened my mouth while he was still holding me by the collar.

Lift your head and look straight into his eyes.

“Round 1 inside the police station. You carried out ‘death penalty’ and ‘torture’, and now you are pretending to be righteous police officers?”

“what……?”

Lee Cheong-chun’s eyelids fluttered.

His two hands holding the collar also shook wildly.

I saw it.

Basement 1, detention center.

Their secret space.

There remained a past there that they wanted to hide.

When I first came here, I had one feeling.

The police station is full of all kinds of contradictions.

The fact that they had me as their manager was ultimately just an act of shifting responsibility. The just police of the old world no longer existed.

The system has redefined the meaning of ‘justice’.

The definition of a system is ultimately survival.

The thoughts of the survivors become the definition of justice.

Current Police Chief Park Geon-woo.

And like the monarch of the first force of Dongangu.

“In order to survive together, you killed the other kings like that in the first round. Why are you evading it now? Lee Cheong-chun. Sergeant.”

“… … Ah, no. That’s… … That can’t be helped… … !”

Lee Cheong-chun’s hands began to tremble.

At the same time, his voice was trembling.

I drove a wedge in.

“I had no choice… … Is there anything in this world that is inevitable? I killed someone because I had no choice. I raped someone because I had no choice. I drove drunk and hit a pedestrian because I had no choice… … I had no choice. It was a mistake. Please show mercy. Your Honor. … … Wasn’t it the police who hated that the most?”

“… … .”

I grabbed his hand by the collar and put him down.

Lee Cheong-chun’s hands were weak.

So it was easy to solve.

“Just one thing, sergeant. Are you… … a police officer? Or are you just a person trying to live?”

“I… … I… … I. I… … .”

Lee Cheong-chun had a trembling voice and was having difficulty continuing his speech.

At that moment, the chief came up to me and grabbed my shoulder.

The chief’s eyes were bloodshot.

I was sweating profusely.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The chief spoke to me with an extremely bizarre expression on his face.

“T-That’s right. The manager is right… … ! Is Mr. Sion a genius? Wahahahahaha! Having you as my manager is the best thing I did this year… … ! That’s right. Mr. Sion… … ! Yes, it’s been said since long ago that disobedient dogs are raised with a club… … ! Oh, and I have the power of edicts… … !”

I’ve lived a short life so far, but I will never encounter the chief’s bizarre expression again in my life.

It was a truly horrific sight.

‘… …You little monster.’

The chief was crazy now.

I don’t know when it started.

Whether from round 1 or starting round 2.

The chief had difficulty adapting to change and was handling things based on his emotions.

The same reason could be said for killing Gil In-ho and for advancing too hastily into Dongangu and wasting unnecessary manpower.

But what was certain was that he was not in a state to make sound judgments at the moment.

At the same time, it was in a good condition for me to use.

The chief looked around with his head shaking anxiously, then shouted at one of the police officers.

“Hey-!! Help the manager build the guillotine. Now.”

The police officer hesitated and hesitated to listen to the chief’s orders.

And then I called the chief.

“No, Chief. There is no need to use the inconvenient police force.”

“Oh, Manager… … ?”

I must not let my words go astray here, and I must not use the police force as my agents.

I smiled a little and said to the chief.

“Sir, imagine if that damn son of a bitch built a pot to boil himself to death. That would be fun, right?”

I will use the citizens to build a guillotine.

This will build up citizens’ anger towards the police more effectively.

The chief’s mouth curled up when he heard what I said.

Soon he burst into laughter.

“Ah, ahahaha… … ! Ah!!! Genius, genius, genius!!!! Puhahahahahahahaha!!!! Is Sion-san really a genius?!! You’re really amazing! Yes. That would be great! Hey! Do it right now! Ahahahahahahaha!”

The chief began to laugh heartily.

I also smiled faintly, following him.

* * *

The bat then approaches the mammal again and pretends to be the mammal.

By once again standing on the side of the citizens, we will further increase the anger towards the police.

“Is that… … really… … ?”

The workers looked very surprised at what I said.

I shook my head with a gloomy expression.

“… … The chief is not in a state of normal thinking right now. He is crazy. He wants the citizens to build their own guillotines to execute them.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Everyone was taking what I said seriously.

That is understandable, as the confrontational structure of the police station, which has recently begun to change rapidly, has not been easy for the workers to adapt to.

And the reason the information was leaked to the workers is simple.

The workers are now a group representing the citizens inside the police station.

To use a modern analogy, it would be the elite group that leads society.

If you can just get the elite group under control, the common people will follow like sweet potato vines.

“What should we do… … What the heck are we… … Haa… … Is it okay for the police to do this to citizens?!”

“fu*k… …fu*k… …fu*k!!!!”

They were very angry.

And just like the chief, they too were relying heavily on me.

One by one, they raised their heads and looked at me.

“Administrator, I will do as you wish. Please let me know.”

“That’s right. I think only you, the administrator, can overcome this predicament… … ?”

“Administrator… … !”

“Administrator!!”

The police and the citizens alike.

Everyone depended on me.

What this means is that both forces are rolling around on my tongue.

And the workers here were different from the special forces I was directly operating.

Workers are literally the ones who do all the miscellaneous work to keep the power rolling.

The special forces are a group of errand boys who are tightly knit around Choi Myung-jun and become my hands and feet.

Choi Myung-jun gathered the special forces together in his characteristic gangster fashion and pledged his loyalty to me.

To be honest, there was nothing better than gangsters to control citizens without public power.

And the only people who knew about my original plan were Jin Jae-hee, Choi Myeong-jun, and the special forces.

“Let’s go to war.”

I told them anyway.

It starts with these words.

My own.

By me.

It’s all a bloody revolution here to find my brother.

Everyone was surprised by my words.

But soon, one by one, they began to nod their heads.

As if he had been waiting to hear these words.

“If you do that, you’ll all die… … This morning too… … Mr. Kwon was killed by a baton wielded by the police.”

“They really see us as pigs and dogs.”

“I can’t take it anymore. Come to think of it… … Chief of Police. This son of a bitch. You just give orders without doing anything.”

“My friend was also part of the punitive force, and he said it was just hard labor. He said he had to dig up snow until night to get to Dongangu… …!”

“I can’t live like this. I can’t live like this… … !”

People’s words, words, words.

I kept hearing those words.

It’s a good sign, and good lines.

And they wanted to get the answers out of me.

“Administrator… … What should we… … do? What do you want us to do?”

The man in the front row, with a bushy mustache and beard and one broken eyeglass lens, asked me.

I whispered quietly to the old man, no, to everyone.

“I have a plan. Would you like to hear it?”

Everyone smiled slyly when they heard my plan.

* * *

Tiring-.

-Kuaaaa …

Daughter-.

-Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!

Ttorong-.

-Cock!!!!!!! co*k!!!!!

Deep at night, in an alley in a remote building on Anyang Ilbeonga.

Zion was ringing a bell steadily from above the jaw of the ogre, whose entire body was bound by Nepenthes.

At the sound of the bell, the baby ogre also let out a scream.

The bell was none other than a doorbell taken from the glass door of a nearby restaurant.

But Zion had many other kinds of species as well.

It was a paper with different sounds.

Zion rang the bell in a certain order, stopped, poked the bastard in the eye, and waited for it to heal.

“… … started to react.”

Jin Jae-hee, who was looking at the sight, couldn’t hide his surprise and said.

As expected from her reaction, the baby ogre began to ‘make some movements’ at the sound of a certain bell.

The ogre’s instincts began to react to the sound of the bell.

It wasn’t difficult to instill the bell sound.

Tiring-.

When Zion rang the bell once, the man would follow the signal and stab the ogre in the eye with his sword.

Repeat this.

Later, even if the bell rings just once, the guy reacts as if he’s being stabbed.

And one more thing.

The bastard’s body had a peculiar automatic reflex condition.

Just like a human knee jerk reflex, when faced with a certain action, the body moves automatically without consciousness.

This was a fact that Zion realized when he entered their underground shopping mall and, without knowing anything, attacked their eyeballs and saw their palms pop out automatically.

Tiring-, ttalang-, torong-, tturung-.

Tame the ogre with different bell sounds.

Bell 2, Bell 3, Bell 4, Bell 5.

“It’s almost done.”

Zion stood up from his seat and straightened his back.

The training that had lasted for hours was finally paying off.

It had been five days since the ogre was captured.

Honestly, from Jin Jae-hee’s perspective, what was happening right before his eyes was truly unbelievable.

Most humans have only two thoughts when they encounter a monster.

Run away or hunt.

But Zion thought of taming such a monster.

For him, the ogre was merely a tool of his war.

Then, several people carried several chunks of ice and carried them over the ogre’s body.

“Administrator… … I brought it.”

What they brought in on the cart were frozen human corpses.

Zion found them and heard the most refreshing sound of a bell.

“Let’s get started.”

Jjang-, jjang jjang.

It rang three times.

This was the bell of ‘compensation’.

Then, saliva began to pool in the ogre’s mouth and flow down his cheek.

People carried the frozen corpses two or three at a time and headed towards the ogre’s mouth.

-Kaaaaaa… …Kaaaaaa… … .

An ogre’s mouth drooling profusely.

Those who were watching swallowed their saliva at the grotesqueness, but soon began stuffing the frozen corpses into the ogre’s mouth.

It’s like putting trash in an incinerator.

One, two, three, four, five… …

I fed it.

The bastard’s Adam’s apple moved up and down steadily, groaning.

This was Zion’s carrot.

When you play this refreshing bell sound, the ogre quickly becomes calm as he realizes that he will be given food.

This was also one of the training methods.

And that night.

Another unexpected incident occurred at the police station.

(Continued in the next episode)