Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 72
Suddenly, I realized that bringing up the enforcer might be a bad idea. Revealing too much information when you’re at a disadvantage only makes things worse.
I quickly shifted my thoughts and changed the subject.
“Were you two in love or something? No judgment.”
“What the hell are you saying?!”
He shouted, horrified.
“Number 32! Now! If you want to save the kitten, run!”
At my shout, Number 32 clutched the kitten to his chest and spun around, but his movements became clumsy, as if his body wouldn’t cooperate.
“Urgh!”
The kitten slipped from his grasp and floated into the air for a moment before falling to the ground with a thud.
“Mew!”
Telekinesis?
The moment I saw the kitten fall to the ground, my heart sank.
It felt like my entire body froze.
“…What are you doing?”
My head cooled down, and strangely, I felt calmer.
He snickered, lifting one hand.
The kitten floated back into the air.
“You’ve been pretending not to care, but now your true colors are showing. Do you think you can insult me without consequences? I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I kill this thing.”
Number 32, now pale, looked down at the mewling kitten.
“Oh no, oh no! Stop it! You evil villain! …Gah!”
Number 32, who had been trying to stop him, suddenly started choking, clutching his neck as if someone was strangling him.
Along with the pained sound, 32’s body began to rise into the air.
Something seemed to be constricting me too, as if my entire body was being bound.
I tried to move, but it was like my limbs were paralyzed.
Number 25 wore a smug expression of superiority.
“Shut up, insects. Just sit there and reflect on how powerless and pathetic you truly are.”
He pointed at the kitten, which was now helplessly flailing in the air, and laughed.
“You pity that little creature because it’s no different from you, right?”
He looked as if he were thoroughly enjoying a show.
“Now, prisoner 49, I’ll give you a choice. Who will you save, Number 32 or the kitten? One of them will die. You don’t have much time to…”
“The adorable, cute kitten.”
I answered without a second of hesitation.
Number 32, still suspended in the air, looked wounded, while Number 25’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
“Hah, you’d choose an animal over a human?”
I put on a face of complete satisfaction, as if I had made the best choice and had no regrets.
“Yeah, I really don’t care about him. We’re not close.”
“In that case, I’ll kill the kitten first.”
“Don’t change your mind now, you dirt-eating bastard.”
He sneered at me, lifting and dropping the kitten mockingly.
It was obvious he was toying with me.
“Playtime’s over. Now show me the ability you’ve been hiding.”
Clara’s face flashed in my mind, holding the kitten gently, looking serene like a monk.
I also remembered the moment we peeked into the little shelter we made and gazed at the kitten’s clear, innocent eyes—there was a fleeting feeling of warmth, almost like a family.
…Family?
My heartbeat started to quicken.
A storm of emotions raged inside me, swirling into a dark, inescapable vortex.
Anger, helplessness, frustration, despair—all these colors mixed together until everything turned black.
It was a feeling I couldn’t name.
‘A stray cat had kittens in our yard.’
Suddenly, an unwanted memory from my past life surfaced.
The younger me, taking care of the mother cat and her kittens in the yard, and the imposing figure of an adult I could never overcome.
My father in my past life, a man who valued efficiency above all, embodying extreme efficiency, rationality and coldness.
‘There’s nothing you’ll gain from helping insignificant creatures. If you want to be productive, why not volunteer at an animal shelter? At least that’ll get you a good headline in an article.’
‘If you want to be a perfect adult, you have to discard fleeting emotions that you can’t take responsibility for.’
Those kittens were left behind, just another fleeting, irresponsible emotion.
My breathing grew labored, and it felt like my chest was being ripped apart.
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it outside my body.
I clenched my teeth through the excruciating pain in my heart, which felt like it was about to explode.
I didn’t care if revealing my power would ruin everything. Right now, all I wanted was to save that kitten.
Forget humanity—at least save the kitten.
“I’ll kill you…”
No, to be honest, what I really wanted was to kill the bastard standing in front of me.
I couldn’t stand how disgusting this felt.
The righteousness of saving the kitten was just a pretty facade.
At the core, what truly fueled me was the hatred toward the one who had fouled my mood.
Most people care about their own feelings above all else.
“How dare you make me feel like s**t?”
At that moment, a crackling sound echoed from around my neck, and a blinding spark filled the air.
I hate people to death.
I’ve hated them since my past life.
Suddenly, I remembered the man who told me to call on him if I ever needed help.
“God or demon, I don’t care—I believe you’ll help me.”
Was the condition to summon him desperation, despair, or anger?
It felt more like a disillusioned desire to rid myself of everything annoying.
In an instant, I felt my consciousness slipping away, and my vision turned completely black.
“For once, a human who truly understands themselves. You admit the ugliness within without any pretense.”
A familiar voice echoed in the darkness.
In the pitch-black void, I saw only one thing—a platinum-haired man sitting on a sofa, legs crossed.
