Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 100
The yawning woman tugged open the top button of her shirt collar and replied.
“I’m the God of Rest and Peace. Though now I go by the Demon of Sloth. Long-term peace and a stable life naturally come with comfort and laziness, after all.”
So the Demon of Sloth wasn’t Marvas—but her?
The Demon of Sloth continued in her slow, deliberate tone.
“But laziness isn’t always a bad thing. It contributes to the rapid and convenient advancement of the world. Like washing machines. Or smartphones.”
“We don’t have those here.”
“Then make one. You’ve got 21st-century knowledge.”
Just because I’m from the modern world doesn’t mean I’m some kind of genius.
Even if I got medieval-tortured over how to build a smartphone, I’d be totally useless.
Because I. Don’t. Know.
The way she talked, and the way she knew about things from my world—it was clear now.
The gods and demons of this place must be aware of multiple dimensions, maybe even overseeing them as some kind of interdimensional admins.
“Oh, and FYI—lower karma means stronger divine power, and higher karma means stronger magic. Keep that in mind.”
The Demon of Sloth, now inexplicably in pajamas, waved lazily and disappeared.
In the end, only Marvas and I were left in this whatever-it-was—some subconscious space, probably.
“Then who are you, exactly…?”
If she wasn’t the Demon of Sloth, then…?
I shot him a look brimming with pure, greedy curiosity.
Marvas dusted off the ashes of his cigar and looked down at me.
“I already told you—we’re partners.”
Two demons granting me power? That would make me literally the strongest Graced One in the world.
“I don’t know which of the Five Deadly Sins you represent, but… are you giving me power too?”
My voice held a hopeful edge. Marvas’ red eyes curved smoothly.
“Haven’t you already received it? I’ve given you everything you wanted. That status window you kept begging for was one of them. Customized just for you, in a way your little brain could understand…”
That piece of crap counts as a power?
It’s basically just a pop-up window that appears whenever it wants, doesn’t respond, and half the time it’s useless.
He continued in his usual unbothered drawl.
“Same goes for returning you to the world.”
“You’re saying sending me back to prison is a power?”
“Our goals just happen to align. That’s all.”
Marvas tilted my chin up and started inspecting me.
“So that’s why your second power unlocked so quickly. You made contact with a god.”
Which confirmed once again that El was, in fact, a god.
Was it… because of that ‘tea-pouring mouth-to-mouth’ incident?
“Then I’ll be seeing you again. I’ve got a gift in mind.”
Just give it to me now, will you?
The snap of fingers echoed—and light poured into my vision.
So I’m just a tool for these demons now?
Honestly, it sucked. But maybe not as much as the shitty reality I was going back to. So whatever.
* * *
I slowly opened my eyes.
Huh. I’m not dead?
The rampage precursor seemed to have ended, and it was quiet around me.
So that was just a free trial version, huh? A sample spoon of hell.
“You’re awake?”
Johann’s voice came from uncomfortably close.
Seeing the wrecked, scorched arena behind his looming face, I sighed instinctively.
We’re gonna have to clean that up, aren’t we.
He held me in his arms, staring down like I was a newborn baby.
So this is what it feels like to reincarnate into a child-rearing manga.
“Are you alright?”
I asked out of politeness. His green eyes, shaded under that jet-black hair, slowly darkened.
“You were the one who calmed my rampage, weren’t you?”
No point denying it.
Nothing else would leave as strong an impression of my usefulness.
I’ve read enough obsessive romance, hate-love stories, and toxic dynamics to know exactly how to train a yandere gong. [1]
Actually, it works on normal people too.
“I’ve awakened an ability similar to Justina’s—one that calms and purifies rampage states. But I’ll only use it for you and Enrique.”
Step one: emphasize that this special treatment is for them and them only.
I traced a finger along the scar at the corner of Johann’s lips and asked,
“What are you going to do for me?”
Step two: plant the seed that special favors come with obligations.
Johann stared at me silently for a moment… then pulled his lips into a slow, wicked grin.
“Should I bark like a dog?”
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