Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 73
This time, he was dressed in a deep navy suit with fine stripes and adorned with an ornate silver boutonniere.
After getting used to seeing only men in prison uniforms, my eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to a well-dressed man like him.
But what’s with this setup?
While I stared blankly, the man continued to speak.
“Most humans believe their thoughts are always right. It’s quite arrogant, really.”
“I’m the kind of person who insists I’m always right too.”
He reclined lazily and covered his mouth as he let out an elegant laugh.
“That’s what I like about you.”
“Am I dead, by any chance? Dying from a blood pressure spike while getting mad over a cat seems like a really pathetic way to go.”
“You’re already dead, aren’t you? A dead body with a dead soul.”
At his low voice, a chill ran from the top of my head down to my spine, making my entire body crawl with goosebumps.
I swallowed dryly and slowly opened my lips.
“Don’t tell me… are you the truck driver who killed me in my past life? Was it all a plot to send me to another world…?”
He rolled his eyes, ignoring my words entirely.
Behind him, I saw the silhouette of a woman with long, wavy hair. She wore a mask with large, curved horns, hiding her face.
She was also elegantly dressed in a suit, lounging in a posture that made it unclear whether she was lying down or sitting up.
“Who’s the lady behind you? Your girlfriend?”
At my question, the man let out a scoff, as if it were absurd, then burst into a chuckle.
“Hardly. She’s just a business partner.”
He slowly rose to his feet and approached me.
When he leaned in to meet my gaze, his warm breath brushed against my ear.
“Will you trust me from now on?”
His tone suggested I might get something in return if I agreed, so I quickly nodded.
He’d appeared in every crisis to save me, so I had developed a sliver of trust in him. At the very least, he was on my side.
“Yes. So, in return, can you save the cat, even if it means the destruction of mankind? I feel like that’s a decent trade from a demon’s perspective, right?”
“Your joke is amusing.”
It wasn’t a joke. Straightening up, he spoke again.
“As a special privilege, I’ll tell you a name you can use to address me. After all, you’re my only follower.”
Only one follower? Sounds like a pretty unpopular god.
He stared off into space, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, before turning his gaze back to me.
“What would be good? Ah, Marvas [1] should do. It suits you well.”
Suits me? On what basis?
Narrowing his eyes, he cupped my cheek with one hand and lazily whispered.
“Try calling my name.”
“Marvas.”
“That’s too informal.”
As soon as I said his name, I felt an odd sense of unease, followed by a sudden sensation of something breaking.
“Ah, how bothersome.”
I heard the horned woman sigh and mutter under her breath.
At the same time, a wave of relief washed over me, as if I had been released from the pain and suffocating restraints that had been tormenting me.
[Power of the Sloth, First Eye]
The ‘Reaper of the Incompetent,’ A Member of the Sloth, opens her eyes
Opened the conditions for using ‘Harvest Souls’ and allowed you to use the recovered abilities.
After executing an entity, recover abilities regardless of talent Conditions for Execution and Retrieval – Tier 1 Circumstances: Obvious Murder of Entity
I stared blankly at the title “Reaper of the Incompetent” before shifting my gaze to the ability description.
Soul Harvest? So, I can finally use my abilities now.
As expected, those who try to kill me were the targets for ability retrieval.
Soon, as though a veil was lifted, the surreal darkness receded, and the scene of reality unfolded before me.
I stood at the edge of the field, between the trees and bushes.
“What… is this?”
Had I just returned from some chamber of truth?
As I tried to make sense of the situation, I noticed a black aura swirling around my feet and flinched in shock.
What is this?
“Number 49?”
There, hanging upside down and floating in midair, was Number 32.
He was staring at me with a pale, ashen face.
Why is he like that?
Did they try to balance things out by creating an extreme situation, since choosing the cat option was too overpowered?
Even Number 25, who was looking at me, had turned white as a sheet.
He looked terrified, as if he were facing an overwhelming, untouchable presence.
The restraints binding me had already been undone.
I rotated my stiff shoulders and approached Number 25.
He backed away, his face stricken with fear.
Thud―
“Urk.”
Number 32 and the cat, who had been suspended in the air, fell simultaneously. I barely managed to catch the kitten before it hit the ground.
Thank goodness.
“Meeow….”
Hearing the pitiful cries of the kitten in my hands stirred a wave of emotion within me.
“You hurt your leg… I’m sorry for scaring you….”
“Meow.”
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