Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 1)

Chapter 129: Card Trap Invoked (2)

Of course, I never intended to end things on even ground. It was not a bad idea to break an arm or dislocate a shoulder, but the gift I had prepared for Ito Souta was a little heavier.

As I slipped my magic power into the pre-loaded magic from Cha Heera, results better than I had expected began to appear.

I heard that it would hurt, but it was actually a lot more painful than I thought.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

The blood fountain popped out of my right arm instantly. At this, Cha Hee-ra cut off my arm with an urgent expression.

Of course, she wasn't attacking me. Amputating my arm was more of a first aid.

Before we had entered, the magical power that she had planted in advance had already come up through my body. Had my arm not been cut now, her magic would have soon penetrated my brain.

Although I felt tremendous agony, seeing Ito Souta's absurd expression was more than worth it.

It's a painkiller, a painkiller.'

"This son of a...!"

'Huh, I like the acting.'

Cha Hee-ra's acting definitely added more liveliness to the sudden event. In the first place, the person who had objected to the plan and felt that it was too dangerous was her, so this added more realism to her feigned urgency.

I wanted to laugh out loud. However, all I could do was scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

My arm fell off in an instant.

Of course, it was painful. No, it would be correct to say that the screams that I had endured so far burst out at once. I couldn't bear it, as I had been enduring the pain right from the moment that she escorted me into the party.

I felt like a newborn baby.

The group of noble ladies moved away from me as they screamed in unison. I could see Jung Hayan running towards me with a startled expression.

At this, Cha Hee-ra clenched her fist and turned to attack Ito Souta.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Kyak!"

"Take this!"

In the first place, to pretend to be the real victim, it was effective to move yourself. Though painful, it was the only reasonable option.

Even when faced with Cha Heera's fist, I saw Ito Souta's distorted face staring at me.

It was only for a short moment, but as I rolled around on the ground, I let myself smile.

"Stupid bastard!"

Kwajijijik!

With a loud sound, Cha Heera's fist connected with his face, and his body flew through the air

Baaaaaaang!

"This son of a bitch..."

"Cough..."

After the smoke had cleared, I could see Ito Souta spitting blood as he raised himself up against the wall, with Cha Hee-ra approaching him.

I knew he would be experiencing pain beyond imagination, for his endurance wasn't that high.

Most of the attendees had a hard time following what was happening, but most of their eyes had fallen on me. I had naturally gathered their attention as I continued screaming in pain.

The priests flocked to my side in no time, and many started running towards this side to check my condition.

"O-Oppa, are you okay? Oppa... Sniff... Oppa..."