“You didn’t get angry when I called you a dummy like usual. There must be something up when you’re different than usual.”

Is that the reason he discovered my escape? I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity. Seeing me giggle, Hyuljung Hyuk scowled and asked.

“Why were you trying to leave?”

“This isn’t my home.”

“You were doing well, weren’t you?”

Clearly, his ability to empathize was lacking if he considered my lively behavior since being captured as doing well. I clenched my fist.

“But my people aren’t here. They must be looking for me. I have to go back.”

“Who are your people? Just tell me. I’ll capture them and bring them here. We can live together, can’t we?”

“You think that person will submit to you?”

“Who said anything about submission?”

Hyuljung Hyuk said, letting out his usual cheerful laughter.

“Kill and turn into a corpse. Then you can spend your whole life together. Isn’t that nice?”

“……!”

Stunned by the unexpected words, I opened my eyes wide. I was hit anew by how utterly heartless and tearless Hyuljung Hyuk was.

‘Is he saying he’ll kill and bring anyone I want?’

Thinking I would like that. Not a single wrinkle was visible on his cheerful face. He meant it sincerely.

Hyuljung Hyuk sat down in front of me with a chuckle, rested his chin on his hand, and said.

“The Spiritual Mage was clamoring to see you quickly, I guess I stopped him for no reason. It would be better to show you quickly and figure out how to breathe a soul into a corpse.”

Breathe a soul into a corpse. It was a horrifying thought. I looked at him askance and said.

“You think I’ll help with that?”

“What will you do if you don’t do your best? Whether your precious person will be just a shell next to you, or whether they will have a soul and be with you, depends on you.”

Hyuljung Hyuk was talking as if he could kill and bring Danmokbi and my family right away. Angry, I puffed my cheeks and replied.

“Do you know how strong my lord is? He won’t lose to you.”

But Hyuljung Hyuk’s response was rather ominous.

“Right. He’s quite strong. But isn’t he having a hard time now?”

It was a response as if he had met Danmokbi. But what does he mean by having a hard time now? I frowned at the incomprehensible words, and he tapped the bandage I had wrapped, saying.

“I got treated by you, but isn’t he groaning in pain?”

“……!”

I finally understood Hyuljung Hyuk’s words. His body dripping with blood when I first woke up after being kidnapped, even the wounds I had whispered to heal quickly while bandaging.

“So that wound was…….”
Sure, a wound from fighting with him. I tried to take you, but I couldn’t stop him. Why? Now that I hear about it, do I regret treating the wound?

It was Danmokbi who inflicted such a fatal wound on Hyuljungheuk. Moreover, from Hyuljungheuk’s words, it seemed that Danmokbi had suffered a wound no less serious.

‘What to do. Did someone else treat Danmokbi?’

What if the wound becomes inflamed in my absence?

I anxiously bit my nails and then yelled furiously at the root of all this situation.

“Why did you bring me so far? What do I need?”

I learned tactics from Jegalsega, but my martial arts itself was nothing in the world of martial arts. So much so that even my generous grandfather lamented that it was too late for me to learn martial arts.

‘Could it be that he really brought me to cook food?’

When I looked disheartened, feeling that it was more plausible, Hyuljungheuk surprised me again.

“The previous generation leader said so. You are not just a command sorcerer, but you can create this world.”

“……!!”

The owner of the command to create this world.

The author who wrote this novel.

‘How did he know?’

A character cannot realize that his life is a novel. But Hyuljungheuk pointed out my ability.

I can create this world.

Suddenly struck to the core, I stammered in response.

“Wh, Where is there a person with such power? Don’t talk nonsense.”

My voice sounded to my own ears as though it was trembling uncontrollably. To my response, Hyuljungheuk chuckled as if amused, and asked back.

“Really? Is it a lie?”

“O, Obviously.”

What will he do if I deny it? I couldn’t create anything now. Outside of this world, I might be an author, but inside, I’m Jegalyeon.

‘So it’s useless to say do something now. I can’t do anything.’

Thinking so, I held my head high with a brazen expression. Then, Hyuljungheuk spoke with a grim tone.

“True or false, I don’t care.”

“What?”

Then why did he talk about that? To drop my heart?

“I don’t really want something like a Jiangshi with a soul either. I just wish this shitty world would break apart.”

What selfconscious talk is this? If he breaks, the world must break?

I opened my eyes in disbelief, and Hyuljungheuk flicked my forehead with his finger.

“Ouch.”

It was so painful that I teared up, and I grabbed my forehead with both hands, wailing. Then Hyuljungheuk’s laughter fell on my head like pollen.

“So stay by my side. Then you’ll survive until the very end of the world.”

What kind of conclusion is that?

‘Is this some sort of villainous proposal?’

He’ll destroy this world, and the last one to die will be me, so if you stay by my side, you’ll live as long as possible. So stay with me.

I was so weak to argue with Hyuljungheuk that I just huddled and buried my face in my knees. I wished to be left alone, but I felt a tingling sensation behind my neck.

It was Hyuljungheuk’s gaze.

(This is a time separator.)

Jegalyeon was suspicious that Hyuljungheuk had brought her as a cook, but Hyuljungheuk was also fond of Jegalyeon wandering around the kitchen.

‘Annoying.’

Exactly like chicks gathering around the mother bird for food, the guys wandering around Jegalyeon’s room did not sit well with him.

‘Why do you even cook and sit with those insignificant guys? Is it because you feel like dying of boredom?’

Starting with Malatang, the people of the Blood Sect began to stealthily approach Yeon’s dining table. Watching this, Hyuljungheuk bit his lip.

‘It’s all mine.’

A childish possessiveness suddenly surged. A raw emotion that even surprised himself.