Revenge with the Power of the Final Boss-Chapter 120

Fleeing the scene was no longer an option.

“How did he get that evidence?”

Baek Hyung-won immediately grasped the gravity of the situation. His plan had always hinged on denying Baek Seo-jun’s claims and portraying himself as a sorrowful father.

But with the existence of this video, the question of whether Baek Seo-jun was legitimate or not became irrelevant. If the footage was proven authentic, his words would lose all credibility.

“The video…”

“All you have to do is upload the saved footage yourself. What do you say?”

Baek Seo-jun’s cold gaze fixed on Baek Seo-jin, laced with a mocking smirk. His attitude was clear—he would wait and see if Baek Seo-jin could upload the evidence of his parents’ heinous crimes himself.

Judging by Seo-jun’s expression, he didn’t think Baek Seo-jin could do it. And indeed, Baek Seo-jin’s pale face and trembling hands betrayed his struggle to handle the weight of the situation.

“If it were about me…”

If the footage had been about his own misdeeds, Baek Seo-jin wouldn’t have hesitated. He would have exposed his wrongdoings and faced the consequences, even if it meant his ruin.

But this video implicated his parents—Baek Hyung-won and Kim Yoo-jung. As a six-year-old at the time, he had been an oblivious bystander, and no one could hold him accountable. However, if the footage went public, his parents would be branded as irredeemable monsters, and suppressed testimonies would flood out, destroying the Baekho Guild entirely.

Even if Baek Seo-jun chose to upload it himself, the thought of doing it with his own hands was paralyzing. Could he really deliver punishment to his parents?

Despite everything, Baek Seo-jin still loved his parents.

He now understood that they weren’t the kind and noble figures he had once believed them to be. His own delusions and selective perception had painted a skewed picture, leaving him blind to their true nature.

But even with this realization, condemning them to ruin with his own hands was a decision he couldn’t make lightly.

“This is my brother’s revenge…”

His hands trembled uncontrollably. Though he had resolved to face the consequences of his family’s sins, in this moment, he faltered.

“Se-Seo-jin! That video must be destroyed!”

Baek Hyung-won’s desperate voice trembled with fear—not remorse. His only concern was the fallout if the video were released.

Though pathetic, Baek Seo-jin couldn’t help but feel love for his father, who had always been stern with others but kind to him. Similarly, his mother, whose essence was now revealed to be vile, remained in his heart as a beautiful, caring figure.

Even now, he couldn’t forgive himself for his inability to absolve their sins.

“Haha…”

He collapsed onto the ground, overwhelmed by his own hypocrisy. Knowing he was too much of a coward to deliver justice, he despised himself.

“I’m truly trash.”

Neither capable of making a decision nor willing to take responsibility, he loathed his own weakness.

“You can’t do it?”

Baek Seo-jun’s cold tone carried no trace of surprise. His indifferent gaze seemed to say he never expected Baek Seo-jin to rise to the occasion.

Standing beside Seo-jun, Seomun Ye-jin sneered, her disdain clear in her voice. “Did you really think he would? He’s never taken responsibility for anything.”

“Exactly,” Seo-jun replied with a smirk. “Honestly, I didn’t expect much.”

He continued, addressing Baek Seo-jin. “If you won’t upload it, I’ll do it myself. Choi Kang-in has already agreed to certify the footage’s authenticity. What’s it going to be?”

“N-no! Stop! Seize his phone immediately!”

Baek Hyung-won shouted in panic, but his attempt to use force was quickly crushed. A suffocating pressure forced him to his knees, his breath shallow and labored.

“Gah! Guhk!”

Kim Yoo-jung screamed as she collapsed as well. Around them, the Baekho Guild members stood frozen, watching their leaders with disdain.

“For all the shady things we’ve done in the Baekho Guild…” one member murmured.

“This is too much,” another added.

The guild members had no desire to sink with a doomed ship. The once-helpless boy they had sold off was now an unstoppable force, allied with the most powerful figures in the world.

“I won’t upload the video just yet,” Baek Seo-jun declared with an air of authority. “Watching you wallow in despair without hope is much more entertaining.”

With that, Seo-jun placed his foot on Kim Yoo-jung’s head, pressing down just enough to send a message.

“Aaah!”

“Darling!”

“Mom!”

The panicked shouts of Baek Hyung-won and Baek Seo-jin filled the room, but Seo-jun smirked.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill her. That would ruin my fun.”

Seo-jun’s cold gaze bore into Hyung-won as he spoke. “I’ll give you a chance—purely for my amusement. Baek Seo-jin can upload the video and publicly confess to your crimes. If he does, I might forgive you. Maybe.”

Hyung-won’s face twisted in rage and fear. His hatred for Seo-jun was palpable, but the feeling was mutual.

“To me, you’ve never been a father. Just an enemy,” Seo-jun stated icily.

“I’ll give you one day. Use it well.”

With that, Seo-jun removed his foot from Kim Yoo-jung’s head and left the room, leaving them in the ruins of their own despair.

***

No scheme or trick they attempted would make any difference.

Yet, I had thrown them a single thread of hope, one that could serve as their salvation. I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of anticipation, wondering what actions they would take in response.

“Watch in real-time.”

The stage I had prepared was not for a swift and merciful end but for a ruin far more harrowing than they could imagine. It wasn’t enough to simply destroy Baek Hyung-won and Kim Yoo-jung—I wouldn’t feel satisfied unless their demise unfolded exactly as I envisioned.

Not a sudden collapse into despair, but a prolonged struggle, clawing desperately for survival, only to inevitably fall into utter ruin. That was the kind of destruction I craved for my enemies. Their downfall had to be slow, agonizing, and utterly devoid of hope. That was the revenge I desired most.