Ki-Cheol had been waiting for his dad, Seong-Il, to return from outer space ever since he left. However, when his dad finally came back, he couldn’t bring himself to speak to him. The sight of his dad standing still, facing the television, seemed somehow threatening.
It was different from the scary expression the bodyguard had shown, as it was more intimidating and looked dangerous. It seemed as if something invisible was coming out of his dad’s back and filling the entire living room. Although he could only see his dad’s back, he could tell that his dad was pissed.
The Awakened bodyguard froze as well after feeling the palpable tension. Then, Seong-Il sat down. When he stretched out his arm and said “remote control,” Ki-Cheol and the bodyguard flinched at the same time.
Ki-Cheol swallowed his saliva and finally got the answer to the question he had been wondering. His dad was an Awakened in the challenger section, just like the King of Hell. He was one of those who fought numerous battles in the Stage of Advent and dominated the Awakened with overwhelming power.
His dad could be scarier than anyone else when he was furious.
***
A while later, Seong-Il entered Ki-Cheol’s room. At that time, Ki-Cheol was immersed in a web document on his monitor.
Using a borrowed-name account is bad because it is used for illegal purposes. Bribing high-ranked people in society, hiding slush funds, and not paying taxes. That is why the law prohibits it..!
Suddenly, the door flung open loudly, and a gaze fell on Ki-Cheol’s head while emitting lots of pressure.
Heup!
Ki-Cheol looked up in surprise. His father was not smiling like he usually did. Instead, he had a stiff look on his face. Ki-Cheol could only see his back before, but he could now look up at his father’s face. He appeared to be a completely different person as his eyes were filled with fury. The person in front of him didn’t seem like his dad at all, and that was why Ki-Cheol was trembling.
It felt like something that looked like his dad had entered the room. The existence of what the mean comments were talking about the Awakened…
Seong-Il’s eyes shook at that moment. He tried to smile at Ki-Cheol, but his awkwardly forced smile only made things more uncomfortable.
“People get angry in life sometimes. You are always mad at your mom and me, so I have the right to get angry, son. I’m human, too.”
Seong-Il ruffled Ki-Cheol’s hair as he finished speaking. Ki-Cheol obediently stayed still.
“Let me use the computer.”
Ki-Cheol hurriedly moved away from his seat and looked at the living room. He was hesitant to go out there as the fury Seong-Il left still remained. The bodyguard Awakened was standing there too, extremely tense.
Ki-Cheol stood behind Seong-Il, and Seong-Il searched for and played the entire hearing clip. The point where he paused the video was when the King of Hell had just entered the room and sat down in front of the table. To be exact, it was when the reporters lost their minds and shoved all sorts of cameras at his face.
Seong-Il stared at it for a while before going back to the living room and turning on his phone. Once seated, he didn’t take his eyes off an Asian female reporter. Others might have missed it, but she was undoubtedly Mary.
She let those jerks do that? Motherfuckers.
However, she wasn’t picking up his call. Seong-Il said as he pointed at the monitor with his chin, “Hey, Ki-Cheol. I just have to go there right now, so why don’t you go stay with your mom?”
“I told you that I don’t like her place…”
Ki-Cheol couldn’t bring himself to ask if his father could get married again with his mom as it wasn’t the right time for that.
Seong-Il said, “Something might happen. So you should be with your mom, protecting her.”
As Ki-Cheol was about to reluctantly agree, Seong-Il’s phone rang.
「Caller: Tae-Han bro」
Seong-Il gestured to Ki-Cheol to go out to the living room, and Ki-Cheol left hesitantly.
Seong-Il rambled on for a long time, and Lee Tae-Han responded only with short answers, waiting for Seong-Il’s rage to subside. However, Seong-Il didn't settle down easily.
