Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 50
Standing straight above me was a young man looking down at me.
He was impeccably dressed in a dark navy British warm coat, his platinum blond hair framing a handsome face with striking red eyes.
He didn’t show any surprise or sympathy when he saw the state I was in after falling off the cliff.
I tried to get up, but it was no use.
My whole body creaked and moved unnaturally, as if it were completely broken.
He chuckled softly and pulled out a cigar.
With a cigar clamped between his teeth, he slicked back his hair with pomade and spoke.
“It means you should gladly take the hand I offer you.”
I grabbed his hand and just stared at it.
Nothing happened.
“I took your hand.”
My voice finally came out, but the moment I heard my strange, slurred pronunciation, I froze in shock.
I ran my tongue over my teeth—my front teeth were missing.
“Where are my fronth teef?”
I tried to look around for my lost teeth, but my neck wouldn’t turn properly.
“Such a pitiful sight.”
He clicked his tongue and pressed down on my lower lip to peer inside my mouth.
“You’ll be living without those front teeth forever, it seems.”
“Whoever you are, stop saying unlucky shtuff…”
Suddenly, I had a gut feeling that this man wasn’t a regular human.
This elegant, mysterious man—maybe he was here to help me in some way.
“So, how exactly will you help me? Are you gonna find my teeth?”
I asked in the manner of a child who had just lost a baby tooth, and he responded with a smile still lingering on his lips.
“If you were truly desperate for help, you should have prayed to a god.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong, so what would I pray for?”
And who are you to be talking like you’re some god? I tilted my head slightly and added,
“And I don’t believe in gods.”
“Then what do you believe in?”
With the only hand I could still move, I pointed to myself.
“Me.”
At my confident answer, he burst into laughter.
Even his laughing face was incredibly handsome.
“But right now, you’re pathetic and powerless.”
A sudden assault of harsh truth.
The bastard’s hand cupped my cheek as he delivered the blow of reality, and since I didn’t like him one bit, I immediately shot back in informal speech.
“What the f*ck does that have to do with faith?”
I realized my pronunciation was clear, and I ran my tongue over my front teeth.
The missing teeth had regenerated.
“Wow, how did you do that?”
I started using honorifics again.
After all, if someone helps me and shows kindness, I should be respectful.
The man spoke.
“Though you’re not particularly devout, I’ll fix what’s broken. I’m a generous man like that.”
Only then did I notice that my leg was twisted in a bizarre way.
It looked like a full-body fracture. No wonder I couldn’t move.
He wrapped his arm around my waist to support me and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
A warm sensation spread throughout my body, sending a shiver down my spine.
Before I knew it, my broken limbs were fully healed.
“You’re a specialist.”
I marveled as I rotated my now-healed arm.
Though I couldn’t help but wonder if that forehead kiss was really necessary for the healing.
The man stood up, adjusting his tie as he spoke.
“The choice is yours. Whether to be saved from evil or saved by evil.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Who am I supposed to save?”
“You’ll have to save yourself. I see you don’t know how to pray, since you don’t believe in gods.”
In my past life, I was an atheist, and I had never attended a single mass.
Even in this life, my parents spent their whole lives praying to God, but instead of being blessed, they met death.
And seeing the way the religious order behaves, instead of fostering faith, it only fills me with anger.
He cupped my cheek as he spoke.
“To manifest your power, you’ll have to accept a god.”
“A god? Which one are we talking about? I know too many.”
There are just too many gods—not only the ones here, but also God, Buddha, Allah, Shiva, and more.
Besides, I really don’t want to believe in this world’s god, Eloastre.
“Me. I live in the mansion on Eastern 7th Street in the capital.”
The man smiled softly as he spoke.
He pointed to himself with one finger.
“Believe in me. I’m your god.”
Isn’t this guy just crazy?
