“Even if you know the mastermind, nothing will change.”
“…….”
“When the time comes, the soul in Seo Gang’s body will complete its fusion, and without a doubt, it will become the vessel of the king.”
Shin-hwi, saying this, reminded me of a satisfied lion. In short, it seemed to be a message to not worry about irrelevant matters. By revealing his identity so confidently, it meant he had confidence in this fight.
Watching him like this, Romi, who had been quietly observing, asked again.
“And you?”
“Me, well.”
“Why are you working for that person?”
Working for him? No way.
“We have no choice. Either you survive by biting or die, it’s one or the other.”
A world of thorough survival of the fittest.
In order to live, one had to endure their life under the domination of the top predator positioned at the top of the pyramid. In the world of the Montas, everything had to be done for the king, so if the king wanted you to live for him, you had to do that.
So, having power and authority that was not the highest was rather awkward and tiresome for Shin-hwi. From his perspective, living was quite dull for that reason.
Shin-hwi gestured for Romi, who stood speechless, to leave.
“If you’ve heard the answers you wanted, get lost. Don’t linger around here after everything has been exposed.”
“Hey, now that you’ve heard it…”
“Oh, and one more thing.”
He glanced at his phone and spoke nonchalantly.
“You recently embarrassed yourself in acting, right? If you keep acting like that, it’s strange that you’re not fired. Fill in with some action at least a couple of times.”
Romi quickly realized he was talking about the recent shoot. After digesting numerous actions, she failed to express the line, ‘Somi, who tasted blood after a long time, was thrilled’ from the script and ad-libbed it as ‘The taste of my hands is killing me.’
“Why bring that up all of a sudden?”
“This oppa is specially giving you the last acting tip considering the affection so remember it well.”
“…”
“When you play Hwang So-mi in the future, think of when you hunted the Montas. Remember the time when you happily hunted, thinking about making candy with their eyeballs, playing with their skulls like balls.”
“…What does that have to do with acting?”
“If expressing pure madness is difficult, just think about recreating that time. Understand? A childlike, pure appearance can be more chilling than any cold and ruthless killer.”
After saying that, Shin-hwi added,
“Got it? Now, go. It’s about time for the boss to arrive.”
“But why suddenly tell me something like that?”
“I told you. It’s a tip I’m telling you for the last time because of my annoying affection.”
“Why the last time?”
Staring at Romi, who was repeating ‘Why?’ like a four-year-old curious about the world, Shin-hwi looked at her disapprovingly.
Whether it’s a lack of intelligence or a lack of tact.
“So, did you think you could cosplay as a fake sibling and say ‘sse sse sse’ until we die?”
“I’m not saying that, it’s just that, you act like you’re going to die right away—”
“If I die, so what?”
“…….”
“Does it concern you? Anyway, whether I kill you or not, it’s your destiny to die.”
His blunt statement brought silence.
She, who stood speechless, clenched her fist and asked again.
“Then, if the boss is coming, why bother telling me to leave?”
“Because you can’t act for shit.”
“If I reveal my identity and kill you here, it would be over. But why let me live and send me back?”
Shin-hwi had no answer.
However, at that moment, a presence was felt in the distance.
His face turned somewhat menacing.
“You’re just an ant that can be stepped on anytime.”
“…….”
“I clearly said it earlier.”
Shin-hwi, narrowing the distance, warned her.
“Do you understand what I mean? You’re not worth paying attention to right now.”
“Hey, you…!”
“If you understood, get lost quickly.”
With his chilly voice as the last word, Soon Noji-tae, no, Isao (245), appeared.
“Are you with Romi?”
“Oh, hello. Isao-nim.”
“Did you fight with Shin-hwi again?”
“No, that… Why does he keep…”
Usually, she would just grumble about how irritating and loathsome it was, but after knowing his identity, everything felt incredibly unnatural.
Understanding the warning from Shin-hwi, who said she couldn’t act, she once again thought about the inexplicable sense of oppression she had felt.
The king of the Montas.
Even if he said he would be crushed to death, it wouldn’t be strange at all.
“Well then, I’ll be…”
About to say she would go, cold sweat broke out on her back, and her feet wouldn’t move well.
If her identity was exposed here, she would be helpless and only meet a miserable death.
Perhaps, after trying to send her away, Shin-hwi might find himself in a more difficult situation.
But then, a familiar voice interjected.
“Hyung.”
Shin-hwi, calling Director Park, spoke.
“Tell her to go home. It’s annoying as hell.”
At his words, Director Park, who seemed to have suddenly developed a headache, hurriedly pushed her away.
“Let’s go, Romi.”
“No, just a moment—”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
