#119
The CCTV camera’s lens shone with an obsessively polished gleam, reflecting a pair of dark, pitch-black eyes. If the camera had been installed after the typhoon, that left a new troubling question:
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#127
I did my best to keep calm.
If he can use distortion like that, there’s no way I can overpower him by force.
I just need to stall. Buy some time.
If I can keep him occupied long enough, the Saint will show up. And when that happens? This bastard’s getting a Game Over.
#126
“You know who I am?”
“...Yeah.”
How could anyone not know this guy?
Athanas Anatagasukidesu.
With a username that literally translates to “Athanas, I love you,”, this crazy bastard wasn’t just infamous—he was legendary long before Conclude was released.
#118
Seojun jolted awake with a sharp gasp, his chest heaving as though he had just surfaced after being held underwater for far too long. His body convulsed, limbs thrashing wildly against the rough, dusty floor beneath him. Gradually, his senses returned, and with them came the disorienting realization that he had finally escaped the grasp of the past.
#125
You’re seriously asking me that?
“What’s the quest reward?”
The Prophet hesitated, his lips twitching nervously. “...It increases favorability.”
Forcing someone’s favorability up? As expected of the Distorted One, it’s creepy as hell.
“It won’t work on me.” I crossed my arms. “I’ve got a trait that blocks mental interference, so you can just forget about it.”
The Prophet shook his head, quick and stiff. “No, not yours. Mine increases.”
#117
Why was Seojun the only one bearing all the weight when there were two brains between them? The realization hit him like a stroke of genius, and he clapped his hands, a small swell of pride rising in his chest. Sure, the burlap sack and gloves muffled the sound, but he wasn’t about to let that ruin the moment.
#124
A faint sense of unease crept over me.
It doesn’t exactly feel ominous, though...
How do I even explain this?
...It’s like he suddenly finds me interesting?
“Hey, why are you just staring at me? I told you to ask another question.”
“You seem... friendlier all of a sudden.”
#116
Seojun’s face stiffened at the Wizard’s teasing words. For once, he was actually grateful for the rough burlap sack hiding his expression. He never thought something so annoying could bring him comfort, but here he was, oddly relieved by it.
#123
His reaction is... surprisingly normal.
I had braced myself for something more dramatic. If he was as crazy as I thought—still treating this entire situation like some game to “win”—he should’ve freaked out the moment he realized his distortion had no effect on me. Honestly, I half-expected him to whip out a knife and hold it to my throat.
#115
The Wizard’s words clung to Seojun like a thick glaze of honey, sweet at first but quickly turning sour. “Lucky for you?” The words felt wrong. Seojun had never considered himself lucky, not even once in his entire existence.