Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 107
My last line had sounded like something an eighth grader would say. I looked around, self conscious.
Thankfully, no one was around. I broke into another dumb grin.
“Ah, it’s fun to just imagine it.”
If I killed El and stole his powers, I could become a god.
To be the master of an entire world, to control everything as I pleased.
My old goals—breaking out of prison, triggering social upheaval, and taking massive revenge—suddenly felt so petty.
It’d be like playing a world-building tycoon game with all the money cheats and infinite resources turned on.
The sense of omnipotence must be incredible.
Of course, even I would hesitate to carry out an immortality experiment that involved slaughtering a hundred thousand people. I’d just switch bodies whenever I felt like it, into someone younger and hotter.
Inevitable loneliness that comes with eternal life? Please. Humans will keep being born. No problem.
And if they’re loyal enough, maybe I’d even let a few reincarnate.
So I’d build a divine utopia, achieve all my greedy little goals—wealth, power, revenge…
And after that, there’d only be one thing left to do.
A global idol survival competition… featuring the world’s most handsome men.
I wanted to see Johann and Enrique trained as long-term idol trainees, begging to debut while sobbing that they were now too old to make it.
There were about 3.5 billion men in the world, give or take.
From them, I’d handpick one hundred million of the hottest—and they’d all be mine.
“Bwahahaha! I’ll date each of them for one year over the course of a hundred million years!”
I was confident I could live for billions of years without getting bored.
Cackling in giddy madness over my century-long dating sim plans, I suddenly felt someone tap my shoulder.
Who the hell was interrupting my happiness engine?
Annoyed, I turned my head.
“You look good when you smile.”
Standing there was a man who looked completely out of place in this drab prison.
Pale platinum blonde hair, long and elegant eyes, ruby irises, a nose sharp enough to have been drawn in ink, lips pressed into a cold line—he was a striking man, with a dangerously handsome face.
It was Marvas, the demon.
He wore a dove-gray three-piece suit that emphasized his chest, the kind of thing that only made his appearance more unnervingly sharp.
He snapped his fingers, summoning a velvet chair out of nowhere, then sat down and crossed his legs.
That guy really hates standing, huh?
“I heard you’ve decided to become my disciple.”
“When did I ever say that?”
In response, his polished brogue shoe tapped casually atop his crossed knee.
With a graceful flick of his hand, he beckoned me closer.
“…What?”
He was giving off that vibe—like he was about to hand me a good reward.
Expectant, I approached. Marvas handed me two Choco Pies.
“A modest wish, considering it’s the price for becoming my follower.”
I stared blankly at the Choco Pies in my hand.
I couldn’t quite grasp the situation.
I wasn’t even sure when I became his follower… and this was all he gave me?
“Excuse me? If I register as a follower, do I get to make a wish or something?”
“That was the plan. Eat up. I even made a special certificate just for you.”
He held out a little notebook that looked suspiciously like a passport. That was my disciple ID?
I racked my brain, trying to recall the moment I pledged loyalty to him… but came up empty. I asked directly.
“When did I ever declare I’d be your follower?”
“I heard your firm resolve to ‘save through evil.’ And saw you remain cunning in the face of that damned god’s temptations.”
Hold on. How the hell does he know about that?
Were those two talking?
Then why don’t the two of them settle it, instead of dragging me into their divine tug-of-war?
Besides, I haven’t even properly negotiated with El yet!
Still, what’s done is done. No point in whining.
All I could do now was demand restitution for my stolen rights.
With a deadpan look, I leaned toward Marvas.
“I’d like to revise my wish.”
“Once a wish is made, it can’t be taken back. I remembered you muttering about wanting two Choco Pies before you died.”
“Did you happen to not hear the part where I said I wanted to transmigrate into a chaebol villainess in a romance-fantasy world? Why is that the only thing you remember?”
“Romance-fantasy? Sounds like some old scroll I skimmed once. I wasn’t interested.”
To think he settled my wish with this. Damn Marvas….
“Then I want to cancel my follower registration. Maybe some other god will offer better terms. Or you can renegotiate your compensation.”
“I’ve already granted you plenty. You’d renounce me and become an apostate? Fine—but I’ll be taking your front teeth first.”
Clearly, this man didn’t believe in negotiations or bargaining.
