My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Another Path
Using the address that Lucy gave him, he made his way into a building in a rough part of the city.

He should have expected as much, knowing those people were criminals.

On the streets, dangerous-looking people lingered, but none bothered him. His own suspicious look and the bag of guns he carried served as a clear warning—anyone who dared to stop him had to be tired of living.

‘Going there directly would be a bad idea,’ he muttered, deciding to circle the area instead.

He climbed onto a nearby building to get a better view and figure out the best approach for his job.

Without specific orders, he had to come up with his own plan.

In a way, Lucy’s strategy was working; she wanted him to get used to handling things on his own.

Sitting on the rooftop, he checked the time—it was close to midnight. This was the best time to strike, when most people would be asleep.

But he doubted that was true inside. Those gangsters were likely high on drugs and wide awake.

‘I need to kill them quietly,’ he muttered to himself. ‘Even with a gun, if the police come and surround me, it’s over.’

He ran through his options in his head, considering every detail.

‘Maybe I could sneak in through the back and take them out one by one,’

Inside his bag lay a handgun fitted with a high-quality silencer—just the tool needed to keep things quiet.

Another thought crossed his mind. ‘Or I could disable the power first—cut the lights to throw them off.’

He frowned, dismissing the idea just as quickly. A power cut might alert them instead

In the end, he decided to approach from the back.

He carefully pulled out the silenced handgun, weighing it in his hand.

After a moment, he clipped extra magazines onto his utility belt, making sure he had enough ammo. He also added a few smoke bombs for good measure.

He took a final look around, making sure the streets were empty, then climbed down from the rooftop, landing quietly in the narrow alley behind the building.

Then he slowly crouched and hid in the corner. A few meters away, he spotted a group of five gangsters smoking in the alley.

They leaned against the brick wall, their laughter echoing off the damp concrete.

Some gripped baseball bats, their postures relaxed but ready, as if they were prepared for trouble at any moment.

“Did you see the expression on that guy’s face when we showed up?” one gangster said, shaking his head while laughing. “He thought he could get away. No way!”

“Right? He barely made it two blocks before we had him,” another chimed in, flicking ash from his cigarette.

“It’s the best when they think they can get away. It makes it so much better when they find out they can’t the hard way.”

“Yeah, and you remember that kid we killed a few weeks ago? I wonder what happened to him. We didn’t get any news at all,” one of the gangsters said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Yeah, that was weird. They said the police came to the alley, but no body was found,”

“Maybe someone cleaned it up,” another gangster suggested, glancing back at the entrance of the alley. “You know how it is—if you have the right connections, you can make things disappear.”

The first gangster shook his head, looking skeptical. “Still, it’s strange. You’d think someone would’ve found him by now. Or maybe…”

While they were talking, they suddenly noticed someone approaching.

Instinctively, they dropped their cigarettes and turned to face the newcomer.

It didn’t happen often, but some old drunks stumbled into this place, so they had to make an example out of them.

“Hey, this place is—” one of gangster began, but before he could finish, the figure drew a gun and started shooting.

Five muffled shots rang out, all aimed at their heads. It happened so fast that they barely had time to react.

They dropped to the ground, dead, just like that. There was no epic monologue, no dramatic effect, no wasted words.

It was straightforward—nothing more, nothing less.

Asher stood there with a blank face, revealing no remorse.

It wasn’t because he was a monster; he was just too cool-headed for such emotions.

Perhaps if he were killing the innocent, he would have felt something, but these men were scum of society.

They had chosen this life, and in his mind, they deserved their fate.

It was the same for him when he died because of his actions. In his final moments, he didn’t blame anyone.

‘Do I need to actually eat them? Killing them is one thing, but…’

His thoughts trailed off. He had expected to feel hunger at the sight of the dead bodies, but nothing came.

Instead, the idea of eating them made him feel disgusted. The act of taking life was one thing; crossing that line into cannibalism was a different level of depravity.

It was normal to think that way; only a psychopath would consider consuming human remains.

‘No, I can’t be too picky,’ he shook his head and pushed the thought aside.

‘I’ll just take a taste and see what happens,’ he muttered, letting out an empty sigh.

As he reached out to touch one of the corpses, something unexpected occurred. His palm began to glow, and a red magic circle formed on it.

The corpse beneath his fingers started to morph, shifting and twisting in ways that defied logic.

He watched in disbelief as the body transformed, its flesh melting away to reveal three distinct pills—one black, one red, and one white—each resting on the ground like strange artifacts.

“What are these things?” he wondered, staring at the strange objects.

Then he recalled Lucy’s words from before

‘I take the body, she takes the blood, and Yuki takes the soul,’ he repeated her statement.

‘Does this mean I get the black pill, and they get the rest?’

The red pill was clearly meant for Lucy, while the white pill seemed more connected to the soul than the black one.

In his view, human bodies were tainted, so it made sense that they would be represented by a darker color.

He picked up the black pill and swallowed it whole, not bothering to chew.

Almost instantly, a surge of power flowed through his body. It wasn’t overwhelming enough to transform him into a super soldier, but he felt a bit lighter.

Seeing the effect, he quickly moved to the other corpses and repeated the process.

Whatever that magic circle was, he had a feeling that Lucy had embedded it in his hand, which was quite convenient as he it made this whole human eating more tolerable.

She might have taken this into consideration. These minor details showed that she thought about him a lot.

‘Don’t get the wrong idea again,’ he mumbled, brushing off the thought, realizing he was getting ahead of himself.

Afterward, he carefully pocketed the red and white pills.

Next, he checked his guns, ensuring they were reloaded and ready for action. With the element of surprise on his side, he slowly opened the door, keeping his handgun pointed downward.

He moved cautiously, keeping close to the walls as Nakata had taught him.

This technique allowed him to maneuver without exposing himself too much.

CLICK!