"The case of the disappearance of CEO No of Daedo Mulsan occurred on XX/XX/20XX..."
Dong Bong-su was in the middle of cleaning up after finishing his hobby, as usual.
Swoosh—the sound of water, whirr—the noise of the vacuum cleaner, and swish swish—the sound of sweeping soon came to an end. Finally, he rolled up the special vinyl sheet that had been laid across the entire floor to prevent blood from dripping and tossed it into the trash.
Click.
Next was the result of his hobby, lying sprawled alone. Unlike the things he had handled before, this was a very large corpse. Nevertheless, Dong Bong-su easily hoisted it onto his back and headed toward the freezer.
Creeeeak—
With an unpleasant noise, the large double doors opened.
He went to a corner of the freezer and neatly arranged the still-warm body. Already in the freezer, Fatty's seniors were lined up in a row, leaning against the wall.
Of course, this was a warm newbie for now, but this corpse would soon become a senior too.
"Police are tracking Mr. No's whereabouts while also investigating the company funds he embezzled..."
The news flowing from his smartphone was about Fatty, who had just become a member of the freezer family.
The reason Mr. No became a target?
It was nothing special. Simply because this fatty was a 'carnivore.'
Most humans are herbivores.
Even when their territory is invaded, they laugh it off with a hehe, and even when subjected to violence by others, if the opponent is strong, they endure it—just for that moment. Enduring is their daily routine.
But carnivores proactively hunt, attack and kill their prey, and devour them. When other competitors challenge them, they bite and sever their windpipes. Just like lions or tigers who have reached the apex of the survival pyramid.
Dong Bong-su enjoyed attacking and killing such carnivores.
As the apex predator, it was his sole reason for living and his hobby.
"During the investigation, police discovered a dozen people bound in chains in Mr. No's basement. They were all women, and at the time of discovery, all had their tongues cut out and were unable to speak... The National Forensic Service determined... they were all young girls who had gone missing years ago..."
Rattle, thud.
The cleaning was completed by closing the iron door of the freezer.
Dong Bong-su leisurely left the warehouse, still listening to the news flowing from his smartphone.
"Next news. Claims that murders have increased due to the harmful effects of a recently developed virtual reality game have been raised, drawing attention from academia..."
As news typically goes, as soon as the news about the freshly dead Fatty Newbie Mr. No ended, new news immediately began flowing.
"..."
Tap.
The footsteps of Dong Bong-su, who had been climbing the stairs, stopped.
The news was passing from the announcer to a reporter, and from the reporter back to an expert for an interview.
"Murim Online must immediately cease service or be patched to make excessive synchronization with reality impossible. By indiscriminately and vividly showing scenes of bloodshed and limbs and heads being severed, it stimulates murderous impulses in young students and immature adults. This is highly likely to be linked to actual murder cases..."
It was common for the news to inform him about new prey.
But,
"Murim Online, huh."
This was the first time it had informed him about a new hunting ground.
Dong Bong-su stood still for a while, staring intently at his smartphone until the news ended.
After the news ended.
He returned to his room and ordered one item online.
"This should be fun."
A Murim Online-exclusive capsule.
A new hunting ground.