#087
I gave the reliquary a gentle shake, but there was no rattling sound from inside. It had some heft to it, so it couldn’t be empty, but I was too chicken to open it and take a peek.
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#079
Deep down, Seojun had hoped his psychometry would be the key to unlocking the secrets of this place. But if this crossroads was truly the handiwork of a devil, one capable of such twisted and inexplicable feats…
#086
I thought his jaw would drop the moment he laid eyes on it.
To my disappointment, he didn’t seem all that impressed.
“Anyway, this means that if anything happens to me, the Saint will know immediately. Of course, I can also summon the Saint before things even get to that point. Isn’t it incredible?”
#078
I might be able to wrap my head around ghosts, but devils are a bit...
Seojun stood there, facing the two girls who looked perfectly normal, but their wild claims seemed too far-fetched to believe. He couldn’t help but furrow his brow skeptically as they both insisted passionately that they were the one and only Doade.
#085
...Servant of the Distorted One?
The system window disappeared in the blink of an eye. At first, I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.
#077
The sheriff barged past the middle-aged man, his heavy bottom plopping down heavily on the empty seat beside Seojun. A tingle ran up Seojun’s spine - an ominous premonition sharper than mere intuition.
#084
Ugh, what typical cult-like nonsense...
After giving me that intense glare, I wondered what kind of “enlightening” crap he was about to spew. I was tempted to just brush him off, saying I didn’t need any of that nonsense, and be on my way. But then a question popped into my head.
#076
“What a sight this late at night,” Seojun muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the hum of the truck’s engine.
The night was pitch-black, engulfing the lonely road like a suffocating blanket. The only source of light came from the twin beams of Seojun’s truck, slicing through the darkness. His exhausted face was reflected in the windshield as he drove away from the chaos at the gas station.
#083
Bishop Andrea stood before Casimir, not a single gray hair on his head and no sign of the convulsive coughing fits that plagued him in the game. In fact, without the burden of illness, he looked nearly two decades younger than his digital counterpart.
#075
Lacey knew she shouldn’t trust Johan, but what choice did she have? With a huff, she stomped behind the counter and jabbed the computer’s power button. She roughly swiped the bloody, coffee-stained mess aside before dropping into the chair with a thud.