A small office.
A man hunched over his desk.
Choi Changwoo muttered.
âWhat can you do, huh?â
You havenât changed a bit, Lee Hoyeol.
âYou pretentious bastard.â
But Choi Changwooâs muttering didnât last long.
âMr. Changwoo, have you finished what I asked you to do earlier?â
âWhat? Oh, Iâm still working on it!â
âStill? Youâre still holding on to that simple thing?â
If itâs that simple, why donât you do it yourself?
The words rose in his throat.
Choi Changwoo swallowed hard.
âIâll make it quick.â
âOf course you will, and â¦â¦.â
The man approached and lowered his voice.
âIâm not an asshole, and Iâm not the owner of this company, and Iâm not going to tell you what youâre doing on your own time, since weâre on the same payroll, but letâs keep our lines, Mr. Changwoo.â
Choi Changwooâs gaze drifts to the internet window heâs skillfully hidden.
âNo matter what, letâs just finish what we have to do and move on. Youâre the only one whoâll lose if we do this already, right? Itâs because I didnât tell you, your name keeps popping up these days.â
Choi Changwoo clenched his fists.
Anyway, itâs a damn company. Iâm just trying to work for what Iâm paid, so why do I have to argue about everything.
âEven if you donât do that shit, Iâll beat you first.â
A head that bows differently from his heart.
ââ¦.. Iâll fix it.â
tsk-tsk, an unpleasant shake of the shoulders.
âOkay. Iâll ask you to do it before the meeting.â
You think itâs over.
As he turns to leave, he adds one last thing.
âOh, and donât talk to yourself too much.â
â â¦.. Oh, yeah.â
âAnd this is purely out of curiosity, but whatâs so much to talk about? I thought you were just admiring them. Changwoo, you donât have any contact with the players, do you?â
Choi Changwoo gritted his teeth.
What he meant was simple.
Whatâs the big deal about a world where you donât live?
âWell, donât bother answering. Iâll leave.â
The man left like that, but Choi Changwoo was unable to let go of his anger for a while. It has to be that way. Because that bastard was talking without knowing anything.
Thatâs because he was talking without knowing anything.
âWhy is there no contact?â
I know Lee Hoyeol.
Is it a normal acquaintance?
The corner of Choi Changwooâs mouth turned up.
âLee Ho-yeol, that bastard used to crawl when he saw me.
What gives him strength in his damn social life?
None other than memories of the past.
To be precise.
It was Seongsun Middle School, a decade and many years ago.
Recalling the past seemed to restore his self-esteem, which had sunk to rock bottom.
Choi Changwoo tapped the keyboard once again.
-Thatâs all pretense, isnât it? Fuck your pride!
Hahaha
-Youâve been pretending to be good for a long time, Lee Hoyeol. Lol
-If you act foolishly out of pity and your house falls apart haha.
Iâm afraid to update the post.
-Ugh, now Iâm going to see all the crazy bastards.
-The demon lowers his tail, so now humans are haha
-Doesnât this fucker get sued? This post is legendary.
-You need to get sued by Gaonâs legal team to keep you sane.
-See Inferiority Complex
hurrr
The comments start running.
Attention is focused on the insignificant self.
I was just mentioning you, Hoyeol.
Choi Changwoo felt elated at that moment.
Of course, he was self-conscious.
He wondered if his current behavior was no different from that of a common troll. But he soon shook it off. Iâm not like them, I donât make up things to say.
âIsnât that right, Hoyeol?â
|_ Me? = Donât you know just by looking at me that Iâm not doing it?
|_ Iâm not cowardly, beadle.
|_ Canât you see that none of Lee Hoyeolâs alumni appear?
|_ You all really lost your senses ã§kekekekekekeke
|_ Inferiority complex? Me? To Lee Hoyeol?
Of course, he didnât comment further. No matter what comments Choi Chang-woo made, he was just another [Anonymous1] in the community.
Tada, tada, tada.
But Choi Changwoo didnât care. If itâs buried, he can write again. Remorse? Like I said, Iâm just telling you what happened.
Feeling ashamed?
As expected, there was no way I could feel it.
Because at this moment, the thing that supports the insignificant Choi Changwoo is the past.
Yes, the player of players.
A being who writes down a unique path.
Lee Hoyeol, the Infinitely Deep Darkness and the Savior of Mankind.
-He couldnât even make eye contact with me back in the day.
To Lee Hoyeol.
Iâm the one who instilled a trauma that will never be forgotten.
It was Choi Changwoo.
Choi Changwoo muttered to himself as he tapped the keyboard.
ââ¦â¦Wait, I heard that trauma lasts a lifetime?â
Isnât this why youâre avoiding me even now, you bastard?
âMr. Changwoo.â
The man approaches again, his voice echoing in the quiet office.
He sighs, as if to extinguish it.
The nagging voice was about to continue.
âDidnât we say something nice? If you keep doing this.â
âOh, fuck.â
âWhat? What did you say just now, Mr. Changwoo?!â
The office.
Everyoneâs heads snap up.
Stunned expressions and stares that I knew it.
And all the while.
Choi Changwoo didnât look up, didnât turn in his chair, didnât look away.
His fingers were still dancing on the keyboard.
Tada, tada, tada.
But unlike school, society is not easy.
âMr. Changwoo, I canât let this one go.â
Choi muttered.
âDo it or donât do it, asshole.â
Choi Changwooâs face was gradually moving closer to the monitor.
A video was playing on the monitor.
With it.
[Exclusive] Todayâs Arcana â Ask Barbatos
Choi Changwooâs pupils gradually began to blacken.
*
No ordinary silver chain.
âUnbelievable.â
Not only has he sealed the power and the Objective Eye, but heâs also severed the link to the curse. Barbatos has lost his faith. There was no time for him anymore.
âI need to make the right decision.â
Barbatos assessed the situation soberly.
His opponent was Lee Hoyeol, the Tenth Seat.
The one who had sent Buer, Paimon, and Gamigin to Hell.
It was the demonâs natural enemy.
âThen.â
That was why Barbatos spoke from the heart in response to the barrage of questions.
As if he had truly succumbed to Lee Hoyeol.
To show everyone that Lee Hoyeol was beyond even the Ten Thrones.
He wanted everyone to know that he was truly terrifying.
Soon, awe began to sweep through the Crystal Hall.
At the same time, Barbatos unleashed a curse.
The price was Charmenâs sacrifice.
The curse, ãCracked Vesselãwas already nullified.
A lesser curse, ãInherited Maliceãis manifested.
The effect is simply to possess the one with the deepest grudge against the target.
In terms of effectiveness, it was a weak curse.
But Barbatos was well aware of human nature.
âItâs a world where even the most innocent are maligned, isnât it?â
Hence the hatred for you.
You cannot count the number of those who would seek your place.
It didnât matter which of the adventurers became the vessel.
âI just need a trick.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
If it caused fear.
If the world is filled with fear of Lee Hoyeol.
With that, the goal is achieved.
Barbatos swallowed a smile.
âA man who claims to be great and the Ten Thrones.â
May you witness the moment when my reverence for you turns into fear.
â!â
With that, Barbatos opened his eyes in his new body.
ââ¦.â
Why is this bug worse than an ant?
What right do you have to be here.
What right do you have to harbor such great envy and jealousy.
âWhat is it, this trashy body?â
In Choi Changwooâs filthy body, who is neither a player nor anything.
âNonsense.â