Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 98
The woman’s black eyes curved in relief at his newly deep, low voice.
“You’ve returned to reality?”
“Dream or not, don’t go.”
Johann grasped her hand.
He didn’t know who she was, but a fierce determination not to let her go burned within him.
Her slender fingers brushed his cheek.
“If you obey me like a puppy from now on… I might consider it.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ve always been a dog by nature anyway.”
The only difference was whether or not he had an owner.
As if to quench his thirst, he sought out her lips, biting at her lower lip.
Crack—
Unable to hold back the lingering killing intent and desire, he bared his teeth and bit down.
“You’re not a puppy, you’re so violent.”
The woman wiped the blood from her lip and muttered calmly.
Then the past scenery melted away, and the empty arena spread out before his eyes.
Realizing he’d come out of his rampage precursor, Johann looked straight ahead.
The last image he saw—his miserable mother’s spirit—had changed, now appearing as she did in the most beautiful moment of her life.
‘You’ll find something precious too.’
She disappeared, leaving only her final words behind.
Johann lowered his gaze to look at the one still held in his arms.
The woman’s jet-black hair had turned into a different color. He reached out and grasped a handful of the petal-colored strands fluttering before his eyes.
Prisoner Number 49.
Johann’s deep green eyes rested quietly on the small-framed woman.
Blood was beading on her small, plump lips.
Why did the black-haired woman from that dream of the past and Kido now appear to overlap?
Just as he was beginning to make sense of the situation, Kido slowly lifted her head and met Johann’s eyes.
Her ruby-like red eyes curved faintly.
“Goddamn it…”
She suddenly muttered a curse under her breath, and her body slumped.
Her head drooped backward, limp.
Supporting her by the waist, Johann blinked slowly.
He breathed in the scent—fresh and cool—that soothed the boiling storm within him, drawing it deep into his lungs.
‘You’ll meet someone you want to protect again. You’ll find a new purpose.’
Johann recalled the dry tone, the unfiltered honesty, and that unique refreshing scent and aura of the black-haired woman.
The sense of déjà vu he always felt around Kido.
“Kido.”
Finally, everything was clear.
This woman had saved him.
And she would continue to.
“Whether I become a well-trained dog or just a damn mutt… that’s still up in the air.”
Johann’s lips pulled into a faint grin, and a low chuckle escaped him.
* * *
Prisoner Number 4, Lize, let out a snickering laugh as she watched the jet-black flames surrounding Johann.
She knew his reverse scale. She had been certain he would be thrown into a frenzy, overwhelmed by emotion, and enter the prelude to a rampage state.
“If you could’ve used a forbidden power from the start, you could’ve beaten me right away, no? But if you die from going on a rampage, doesn’t that still mean I won?”
She had finally proven her point.
Even if she herself died, caught up in his rampage, she had no regrets.
This was the end of the world of gifted ones anyway.
But then… something felt off.
The deadly aura that had been tearing through everything began to die down.
Lize frowned at the strange sensation.
The flames that had once surged so violently, to the point she couldn’t even approach, slowly receded—revealing Johann.
He was holding the prisoner with the drooping pink hair in his arms.
“The rampage precursor… stopped?”
Did Saintess Justina calm him?
She glanced around, but there wasn’t a single priest who could’ve soothed that state.
Then, she felt a strange dissonance toward the pink-haired woman in prison clothes labeled 49.
A sloth bloodline, yet supposedly unawakened. Was her name Beatrice Kido?
Just as Lize attempted to peer into Kido using her spiritual eye and illusion vision—
“Hrk.”
She saw something.
And whatever it was, she couldn’t even scream—just swallowed the sound whole.
