The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 61: Judgment

I had never felt this disgusted in my entire life.

Not rage—what surged up in me was pure revulsion.

‘When was the last time I felt something like this...?’

When the bandits burned down an entire village?

When nobles committed atrocities against commoners?

When demons slaughtered fellow humans?

‘Even those demon bastards never did anything this vile.’

Is it because they’re human that they can do something so cruel without hesitation?

I finished going through all the data and shut the laptop.

— Drrrrk...!

But the revulsion crawling up my throat made my grip tighten.

— Craaack!!!

I closed my eyes for a moment and calmed myself.

The ones who taught me always said that rage only ruins things.

“Haa... Sorry for breaking the laptop.”

“It’s fine. We were going to give it to you anyway.”

I stood up from my seat, and without a word, Lyla followed.

“Are you heading out now?”

“Yes.”

“...We’ll summarize the data on their major strongholds and send it to you right away.”

I nodded and walked out.

I wasn’t going to head straight to the safe house where their boss was likely holed up.

No—I was going to drag this out. Slowly. But surely.

Until they died.

And the first target... was their drug manufacturing plants and storage warehouses.

I was going to cut off their funding first.

****

“This is the place, right?”

“Yes, Hero. This is the one.”

It was a factory disguised as a relief organization’s logistics center.

If anything, the emptiness made it even more suspicious.

The entire area was surrounded by concrete walls at least three meters high, and despite being labeled as humanitarian, it was guarded by heavily armed men.

“Lyla, mind if I go first?”

“Not at all. I’ll go after you.”

Before that, I took out my phone and posted a short notice—stream break.

What was about to happen would be far too brutal to broadcast.

“Hey, stop right there!”

As I approached the front gate of the logistics center, they raised their guns at me with wary eyes.

Even so, I didn’t stop. I kept walking toward them.

“Wh-what the hell...! Take another step and we’ll shoot!”

“Do it.”

“Wh-what?”

“I said shoot me.”

I stepped right up to them while they hesitated in confusion, then swung my fist.

Two guards. I aimed straight for their hearts.

— Crunch!!! Thud!

Their ribcages caved in, their hearts rupturing from the impact.

They collapsed on the spot, unable to scream, blood bubbling from their mouths.

I stared down at their lifeless corpses.

Then stepped inside the guard post they’d been manning.

There, I saw a button labeled EMERGENCY.

— Click. WEEEEEEOOOOOO!!!

The moment I pressed it, sirens blared across the entire area.

Lyla and I sat down inside and closed our eyes, waiting.

— Vrrroooom...

Jeeps and trucks came rolling in, one after another.

From them, fully armed troops poured out in waves.

“Just two of them? Seriously, just two?!”

The cartel goons who’d been tense now relaxed, chuckling as if the tension drained right out of them.

With rifles slung over their shoulders, they swaggered toward us.

“What, what outfit are you from, huh?”

“Keh-heh... Mind if I get a taste of that bitch before we sell her off?”

“What happened to the guards?”

One guy, slightly shorter than me, stepped in real close.

He looked up at me and tapped my chest with his fist.

“Shit, what kind of monster are you? You built like a tank.”

Ignoring their stares, I walked over to a nearby car.

Then, I ripped the car door clean off—and hurled it at them.

“Wh-what the fuck? What is this guy?!”

The door flew like a missile, ripping them to shreds before smashing into a wall.

They couldn’t even process what they were seeing. They just stood there, stunned.

“Who the hell sent you?! Who paid you?!”

There was no point in talking to them.

No point in negotiating.

You negotiate with people—not with animals.

“The hell are you doing, you bastards?! Shoot!!!”

I grabbed the two closest ones by the neck and held them up in front of me as bullets started flying.

— Ratatatat! Blam-blam!!

Their bodies were shredded by the gunfire, blood splattering everywhere.

— Fwoosh...! BOOM!!!

They didn’t even blink as they fired a rocket.

The blast kicked up a cloud of smoke, and they sighed in relief.

“No fucking way. Even if he’s a Hunter, there’s no way he survived a fucking RPG—!”

“...Dust.”

“Wh-what...?”

“Lyla. Mind roughing them up a bit?”

Lyla nodded and began chanting.

Behind her, orbs of light appeared.

The moment her finger pointed at them, the spheres shot forward and began melting limbs indiscriminately.

“Gaaaahhhh!!!”

“AAAAAGGGHHH!!!”

“...!!!”

Their flesh melted off while they were still alive.

Some dropped foaming at the mouth, their eyes bloodshot from the agony.

Leaving them behind, we entered the factory.

But it wasn’t just a drug den.

It was a factory—an optimized production line.

“They really went all out...”

In one corner, behind a door secured with multiple locks, we found a massive stash of drugs.

By rough calculation, it was worth about 410 billion won.

Upstairs was a lounge, where their men had apparently rested.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

The room was filled with beds.

On them lay the corpses of women, cuffed at the wrists.

All dead.

From the marks on their necks and arms, it looked like they’d been forcibly injected with drugs.

— BANG! BANG! BANG!

Reinforcements had arrived.

They were clearing the rubble outside, trying to force their way in.

“Hero, what do you want to do?”

“Are there any civilians nearby?”

Lyla shook her head.

“No. Just trash radiating dark energy.”

“Good. Let’s head outside.”

We walked out together.

Next to the drug factory disguised as a logistics center stood another warehouse—this one a disguised weapons depot.

“...Hah. This one’s actually registered as a legal business?”

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The warehouse was registered under a government-certified company—meaning outside investigators couldn’t even touch it.

As I stepped out through the steel doors, the number of people aiming at us had multiplied several times over.

Helicopters hovered overhead. I even spotted a few tanks.

“Stop right there! This is Lord Santiago’s territory!”

“They still don’t get the situation... or maybe they just trust their boss that much.”

The stench of foul intent radiating from them made Lyla’s eyelids tremble.

She exhaled quietly and raised both arms.

“Surrender now, and we’ll spare your lives!”

Maybe they took her movements as a sign of surrender.

They kept their weapons trained on us but began approaching, cautiously.

“Lyla... are you doing that?”

“Yes. They're the kind of trash not even the Goddess would waste salvation on.”

Eyes closed, arms spread wide, she began chanting.

Golden orbs rose behind her, drifting into the sky.

“Stop! Stop right now!!!”

It seemed they’d been briefed about the golden spheres.

Their tension skyrocketed.

But Lyla finished the chant anyway.

The orbs disappeared above the clouds.

“...?”

“What the hell...?”

Nothing happened.

The soldiers began ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) to relax, confusion creeping in.

“She’s out of juice for sure!”

“Take her down now!”

“Don’t give her time to recover!”

— Plip... plip... drip...

A few seconds passed. Then drops began to fall from the sky.

Not ordinary rain—but golden droplets, shimmering like some kind of fancy decoration.

“Pffthaha...”

“Bwahaha!!!”

“Is this a joke?”

Not a single one of them feared the rain.

To them, Lyla was just playing pretend.

They laughed and jeered, spitting out filth in her direction.

“With that ability, I guess you’ll never run out of water!”

“Keh-heh... Want me to get you wet like that too?”

But then—

The rain touched their shoulders.

Landed on their hands.

Dripped down their foreheads.

— Fwoosh...

The sound of something catching fire.

Wherever the golden rain landed, white flames—sacred fire—blossomed.

Not hot. Not cold.

But impossible to dodge, impossible to extinguish.

A fire that burned the soul.

“Ghhhhaaa...!”

“Aaaugh!!! What is this?!”

“S-Someone put it out, please!!”

Screams erupted as they crumpled one by one.

The white flames engulfed them.

Their bodies remained untouched, unburned—but the agony dug deep, down to the marrow.

‘I haven’t seen Lyla this furious in a long time...’

— Fwooosh...

The flames vanished.

But what remained was death.

Silent. Cold. Soulless.

Their bodies looked untouched—like they were just sleeping.

“...”

— Crunch...

I ripped the armor plating off a nearby tank.

Inside was a cartel soldier, curled up and shaking like a leaf.

Our eyes met.

He broke down in tears and begged.

“P-Please... please spare me! I’ll tell you where the boss’s safe house is!”

“Did you ever spare anyone when they begged like that?”

“...I-I swear, I’ll give you the location...!”

“Don’t need it.”

— CRUNCH!!!

I crushed him along with the tank plating.

I already knew the safe house’s location—plenty of screaming bastards told me when they were burning alive.

“Hero... I don’t think this place should be allowed to exist.”

“I agree.”

Lyla raised her arms once more.

This time, she began chanting something else.

It wasn’t a spell.

It was... a song.

— Hummmm...

The heavens answered from beyond the clouds.

A divine pillar of light descended—God’s judgment, falling upon this land.

— KRRRRRRAAAAA!!!

Like erasing with a giant eraser, everything disappeared into silence.

“Judgment.”

When Lyla’s song ended, nothing remained.

No rubble.

No smoke.

Not even the skeleton of a building.

Just empty, desolate earth.