CH 15

Fortunately, Jung Yiheon didn’t treat him like a child.

He just didn’t leave his side until he had emptied his bowl of porridge.

“Oh, shit.”

He could still see the blackness at the edge of his vision.

It had eaten so many men.

“Han Chasoo-ssi.”

A voice like an ember broke through his thoughts.

“Guild Leader.”

Rattling his head, Han Cha-soo slowly closed and opened his eyes.

His grey eyes, as calm as ashes at sea, stared at Jung Yiheon.

“What did you call me for?”

The long-haired man looked down at him with an ethereal expression.

After remaining silent, the man spoke up.

“Are you going to explain how it happened?”

Ah.

It suddenly occurred to Han Cha-soo that Jung Yiheon might have seen the mess.

It was a disaster.

‘I should have thought of that earlier.’

The aftermath of the hallucination was too strong. He clicked his tongue as he realised how dull his brain had become.

But it wasn’t too late.

He’d brought me porridge instead of handcuffing me, and thankfully, he hadn’t read the diary.

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Han Cha-soo, who had moistened his throat with water, said in a pensive voice.

“I ran into a bit of a problem while organising my luggage.”

“People don’t usually collapse in a pool of blood while packing.”

I’m just going to move on.

Jung Yiheon may be a dick, but he’s not a blind character.

I don’t know why he’s so insistent on refuting what he’s saying when he doesn’t want to say it.

After a deep sigh, Han Cha-soo opened his mouth as if he had no choice.

“Since it’s my job, I think some of the reagents I’ve been using at home have changed their behaviour due to age.”

Han Cha-soo did indeed have a laboratory at home.

Although it was a laboratory for making poisons, not potions.

“I was sorting and discarding reagents and inadvertently inhaled a fume, which injured my airway and caused me to lose some blood.”

“…….”

“Other than that, nothing else is wrong. Guildmaster, and I’m sure you know that.”

You called a doctor to examine me anyway.

‘Otherwise, you wouldn’t have brought me porridge so peacefully.’

Han Cha-soo stared at Jung Yiheon, and he bit his lip slightly.

It was what you do when you know you’ve hit the nail on the head.

After a moment’s silence, he spoke cautiously.

“Are you sure you don’t want to be hospitalised again?”

Seeing Han Cha-soo’s expression drop below zero in an instant, Jung Yiheon sighed.

“Yes, I shouldn’t have asked. I knew.”

Despite his calm demeanour, Jung Yiheon didn’t look happy.

In fact, he was a little dejected.

He had realised that Han Cha-soo’s determination to be discharged was stronger than he had thought.

‘I didn’t realise you’d go to such lengths.’

He knew that further treatment was pointless.

But he’s a man whose body has been torn apart by saving my brother’s life.

Jung Yiheon couldn’t let him go easily.

How could he hold on to him, as he contemplated other ways.

“Your judgement of the situation is accurate and quick. You’re a guild leader after all.”

Han Cha-soo tried to make Jung Yiheon feel better at the right time.

“There are still many places that need you as a guild leader, so why don’t you use your outstanding abilities for the benefit of others instead of wasting them on me?”

‘Leave me alone, please.’

He was so sick of this bullshit protagonist.

Responsibility is responsibility.

What kind of a bastard takes responsibility for his life because he’s not feeling well instead of saving his brother’s life?

“I thought there were sporadic dungeon breaks on Jeju Island not long ago, following the Tier 1 gate.”

I knew there was a dungeon break in the city centre today, too.

When Han Cha-soo mentioned it, Jung Yiheon’s expression became subtle.

“Guild Leader?”

That subtle change was the moment Han Cha-soo felt a sense of crisis.

“I’ve been holding on to you too long.”

Shaking his head, Jung Yiheon stepped away for a moment and returned with a coat.

“I’ll have a driver take you home, so get ready.”

Han Cha-soo struggled to keep from squealing with delight.

But Jung Yiheon was not amused.

“Take it with you.”

At the front door, he held out a familiar contract.

A ticket to hell, with the name Life Contract scrawled across it.

“…….”

He can’t be giving me this as a gift.

Han Cha-soo sincerely thought that if he could just sharpen Jung Yiheon’s sword once, he would have no wishes.

Of course, he didn’t do anything outwardly stupid.

“Guild Leader, you really don’t have to do this. I wished for something, and what I did was….”

“I’ve changed the clause that Han Cha-soo was burdened with, so I’d like you to take a look at it.”

Interrupting Han Cha-soo, Jung Yiheon gently urged.

“I’ll give up my salary, my house, and my car, so take another look.”

His tone made it sound like he was making a huge sacrifice.

Han Cha-soo was stunned.

It’s a lifetime contract that someone else would be thrilled to get, but to me it’s a ticket to hell.

“I’ll look into it.”

In any case, now that he’d taken a step back, he had to give in.

After accepting the contract, Han Cha-soo opened the front door.

“Well, goodbye, then.”

“…Take care of yourself, Han Chasoo-ssi.”

Click.

The door slammed shut.

-The wolf has entered the vehicle, we will follow at a distance.

Jung Yiheon cocked his head at the voice over the noise.

“I don’t care if you miss, just make sure you don’t get hurt.”

-Yes. I will do my best to protect the VIP.

The reply was satisfactory.

Jung Yiheon removed the in-ear and turned to open the window.

The ground beneath him looked like a miniature from so high up.

A small, insignificant world that seemed to collapse with a wave of his hand.

“Ah.”

Just then, a car came into view, speeding across the road.

It was a car with Han Cha-soo inside.

Seeing the bodyguards following him, Jung Yiheon tried to fight them off.

Boom! Boom, boom, boom!

The red sports car slammed into the three security vehicles.

If only that damned crimson car hadn’t sprinted towards Han Cha-soo’s car.

“Hold on to your seatbelts!”

The driver shouted nervously.

In the dizzying sway of the car, Han Cha-soo wordlessly clutched his belt.

His grey eyes were lifeless as he stared into space.

“Ha….”

I was tired of being surprised.

Why do you think you’ve overcome one crisis, then another crisis comes.

‘Is it a crime of being possessed by a villain?’

I never wish for that.

Just as Han Cha-soo was contemplating the futility of life, a strong shock shook the car once more.

A bang!

“Boom!”

The bright red sports car was an outlaw on the road.

Han Cha-soo suddenly realised that he and the madman were the only cars on the wide boulevard.

The driver seemed to have realised the same thing.

“Don’t worry. This car is built strong enough to use as cover if the dungeon brakes explode…. Damn, that lunatic!”

Kuang!

“Ugh!”

The driver jerked the wheel in frustration.

Han Cha-soo flailed about on the belt like a demented doll.

He looked out the window and saw the blue, wide river under the bridge.

‘…I should jump.’

Han Cha-soo’s eyes measured the distance.

Normally, following him so openly meant that he had no intention of killing.

At best, kidnapping, imprisonment. At worst, blackmail to get something out of him.

If you were to be the instrument of blackmail, the target was obvious.

‘He’s the main character who keeps bothering people.’

Jung Yiheon. It was most likely because of him that he was being treated like this.

Sighing, Han Cha-soo placed his hand on the door knob.

If he fell out of a fast-moving car, it would surely be more than a bruise.

But Han Cha-soo’s expression was nonchalant.

‘As long as I don’t die, I don’t care if I get hurt.’

If it takes a while, the regeneration skill will get you back.

Even if I got smashed worse than I thought, and was inevitably readmitted to the hospital, it was okay.

‘It’s the guild leader’s excessive attention that got me into this mess, so I’ll just ask him to stop paying attention.’

It plays on guilt instead of responsibility.

In a way, it was a good ending.

When Han Cha-soo had finished thinking, he spoke to the driver

“I think it’s because of me.”

“What?”

“I’m going to distract them, so you can get out of here and call your guild leader.”

“What…. No way!”

The driver’s face turned red as he shouted a series of profanities at the other vehicle.

He was even more terrified of a runaway sports car than he was of a foul-mouthed horse.

“Once we enter the city, he won’t be able to help himself, so if you’ll just wait until then…!”

Boom!

But then a huge pressure crushed the ceiling.

“Geum Myeong-yeol, you bastard!”

The driver’s shout burst into a scream.

Crash-!

As if waiting for it, the car’s windscreen shattered.

Crunch!

The car skidded to a halt, leaving dark skid marks.

“It’s hard to see your face.”

The roof caved in, and someone leapt onto the bonnet.

Shrouded in backlight, the man’s features could hardly be described as gaunt.

When the driver screamed, recognising his face, he stuck his hand through the shattered glass.

“Long time no see, Min-deok. Tough driving in a car you’re not used to?”

“You’re crazy, you idiot! Are you out of your mind, even after this?”

“Goodbye, see you later.”

With that farewell, he threw the driver lightly into the river.

“Geum Myeong-yeol, you bastard-!”

The driver’s profanity-laced howl rang out.

And Han Cha-soo stared at the man with a pale face.

Geum Myeong-yeol?

‘Geum Myeong-yeol, the curse mage?

Why the hell was he chasing me?

Han Chasoo’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the man approaching him.