“Follow what Yi-hyeon says. Spread out as much as you can and move away from this place.”
“Why?”
“……We just have to.”
“You’re trying to monopolize the hunter for yourself?”
“…….”
“Isn’t it obvious? You two are friends, and you’re a non-awakened, right? It’s easier to protect one person than many.”
“……There’s no time to explain. Anyone who can run, run.”
Unfortunately, someone retorted to my words, making others hesitant to believe me. Ah, now we really don’t have time. This shouldn’t be happening.
“Why are you giving orders then?!”
A person looking at me disdainfully shouted. I approached them and grabbed their arm.
“Aah, what are you…? Huh!”
And a black sword was thrust into the ground right where they were.
“Aaaaaah!”
Piercing screams filled the air, followed by clattering noises.
Skeletons armed with swords and bows appeared, turning their necks creakily from all directions.
Death has no life, so they always roam in search of beings with life force.
“Ah, ahh. Aaah-! Mi, Minji. Minji!”
Those killed by them, if unlucky, become ‘living dead,’ neither alive nor dead, craving life themselves.
“Daddy, daddy!”
“Aaaah!”
Among the skeletons were corpses beginning to decay while still alive. Just a moment ago, they were living, wearing everyday clothes, now biting at people.
On the ground were living corpses and skeletal soldiers, and in the sky, black wraiths.
This situation was beyond Baek Yi-hyeon’s ability to handle alone.
“Please, hunter. You’re a hunter. Do something, please!”
Someone ran to him, pleading desperately. But it was as good as asking Baek Yi-hyeon to die.
“In this situation, even I can’t…….”
“Are you even a hunter?! People are dying!”
It was a cry devoid of reason.
“Stop it. This is beyond what a hunter can handle alone.”
I pulled him away from Baek Yi-hyeon. The wailing transformed into louder cries.
“But just standing there isn’t right! Aren’t you going to do anything, really?!”
Hearing that voice, my eyes became empty. Would Baek Yi-hyeon even accept this? His face showed a troubled smile.
“……It’s really not something he can handle alone. Are you asking him to die?”
“Who said anything about dying?! Just go and save some people! You can do it!”
They’re wrong. Communication is failing. They’re already consumed by fear, unable to make proper judgments.
What should I do in this situation? My head hurts. Baek Yi-hyeon grabbed my shoulder and stepped forward.
“Shin-ah, it’s okay. I’ll just quickly clear the area and come back.”
People in panic, screaming, those who hadn’t realized the situation, and those who had become slaves to death, running to call names of ‘what used to be people.’
Among all these people, he was walking forward.
I, watching his back, spoke to the person who had ultimately pushed Baek Yi-hyeon into this.
“……Don’t take it for granted that someone will protect you.”
The voice behind me responded, “What am I supposed to do in this situation?” Ignoring it, I followed the path Baek Yi-hyeon had taken.
People hugging their zombified friends and family, not letting go even when their stomachs are pierced and devoured.
What does family mean to these people?
I pulled back someone who was approaching a person who had died, even though their legs were crushed.
“That person is no longer who you knew.”
The dead emit no life force. There’s no intelligence, no wisdom. Yet the soul is still bound, unable to leave the body, crying.
“But, it’s Soo-yeong. My friend Soo-yeong. Soo-yeong, Soo-yeong…….”
They wouldn’t be able to escape even if attacked. I approached the being that used to be Soo-yeong, wielding my hammer, and struck its head.
Gooey fluid splattered. The person who witnessed their friend’s death stood frozen, mouth agape.
“Aaah, save me!”
Another person screamed.
“Lady, you know that hunter, right? Please, please ask him to help us. Please?”
Someone crawled to me, grabbing my leg. Help them? When he’s already fighting so much death in the sky, and they want more help here?
Ah, what should I say in this situation?
I gently removed the person from my leg and tore a cloth to bind the wound of the person with crushed legs.
“Huu, huuuh, huuuh…….”
Was it because they saw death right before them, or simply from pain? People endlessly cried, seemingly without any will to do anything further.
Blood and screams, death and despair. People holding onto family and crying, those unable to run and hiding, those who have given up and stand still, or those petrified by fear.
Is this what hell looks like?
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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