4th Level Dimension Management New Solari-1

It was thirsty.

That was Kang In-ho’s thought as he stood on the execution platform.

These cruel religious fanatics hadn’t given him a single drop of water.

He swallowed to soothe his parched throat, but it was like pissing on a frozen foot.

He had been chained up all night, unable to sleep properly.

His head was foggy, and his eyelids felt like lead.

“Kill him!!”

“That devil who impersonated the Saint!”

The voices of the angry mob rang out.

‘I am the Saint. For now, anyway.’

Kang In-ho chuckled.

Through his blurry vision, he saw stones flying.

Most of the stones didn’t reach him.

They fell short of the execution platform, or barely hit it, rolling to his feet.

Still, some were well-aimed, hitting his body and head hard.

Warm blood trickled down his head.

Despite having endured so much pain, that tingling sensation was still something he wanted to avoid.

“This is the end.”

Kang In-ho muttered.

“Yes, it’s your end. Things would have been better for everyone if you hadn’t interfered.”

The Holy Knight Commander said from beside him.

“I have a shitty personality… I hate doing nothing. I have to return what I’ve suffered.”

Kang In-ho gave a bitter smile.

“Suffered? I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong to you. Rather, I let you live well as the Saint.”

The Holy Knight Commander retorted.

The Saint, who didn’t even have the strength to lift his head, cackled.

He spat phlegm mixed with blood onto the ground, saying,

“You put a leash on me for your own benefit. You made a profit by selling me out.”

“I can’t understand. I thought it was a mutually beneficial relationship.”

“I don’t want to hear sermons from a bastard who NTRs other people’s women, so just hurry up and end it.”

At Kang In-ho’s sarcastic words, a vein popped out on the Holy Knight Commander’s forehead.

Perhaps his provocation worked, as the Holy Knight Commander silenced the crowd and began the execution.

Each time he recited the crimes the sinner had committed, the crowd’s jeers grew louder.

“Ha….”

Kang In-ho let out a long sigh, as if exhaling his soul.

“Used to the fullest extent….”

It was a self-deprecating murmur.

“The end of acting in clothes that don’t fit.”

He felt relieved, as if he had lost all affection for life here.

“If it weren’t for the deal… I would have taken out the Pope at the Harvest Festival service.”

Regret lingered in Kang In-ho’s muttering voice.

He struggled to open his stinging eyes, blood running into them.

In the gaps of the wave-like crowd, he saw a person wearing a deep robe.

Kang In-ho thought he made eye contact with the robed person.

And with the sensation of a cold blade touching his neck, his vision lowered.

Feeling the strange sensation of falling, Kang In-ho smiled.

With a relieved face.

As the surroundings quieted and the fatigue that had been pressing down on his body disappeared, Kang In-ho opened his eyes.

A vast space where nothing existed.

He could find himself standing alone there.

Kang In-ho touched his neck.

It felt as if the sensation of the blade still lingered.

He took a step forward.

With each step, his footsteps spread out, creating waveforms.

Kang In-ho walked, following the faint light in front of him.

After walking and walking, a bridge made of light appeared, and he crossed it without hesitation.

“You’ve come.”

As he crossed the bridge, someone came down the stairs on the other side.

A woman with neat hair and a calm impression.

“Yeah.”

He replied.

-Step, step

“Did it go according to the ‘plan’ you emphasized so much?”

He gestured with his chin as he approached the woman.

Kang In-ho seemed displeased with the situation.

“Yes. It ended well without any disruption to causality.”

The woman bowed slightly, expressing her gratitude.

“How does it feel to have your head cut off?”

There was no ill will in the woman’s subsequent question.

“It sucks. I don’t like it.”

Kang In-ho replied, touching his neck.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t the death you preferred.”

The woman said in a calm tone.

“How did you die?”

“It wasn’t better than yours.”

At the woman’s words, Kang In-ho burst into laughter.

“Well, you made a lot of people suffer, so you had to be punished.”

As if remembering the pain of that time, the woman frowned, and Inho chuckled.

As he watched Inho laughing for a while, the woman snapped her fingers, and a cup filled with clear water appeared.

Inho received it and drank it. He felt a little less thirsty.

“Hoo….”

He wiped the water that had flowed down his chin and took a breath.

As the sporadic laughter subsided a little, he looked at the woman in front of him and said,

“I helped you as agreed. You have to keep the contract too, right?”

As if not to forget, he emphasized the word ‘contract’.

At Inho’s words, the woman nodded and pointed behind him.

Before he knew it, a comfortable chair was placed behind him.

He sat down with a thud, as if he was used to it, and opened his mouth, looking at the woman in front of him.

“So tell me, Lumen.”

Kang In-ho took a sip of the water in the cup.

When he finished swallowing, he corrected himself.

“No, Dimension Management God Level 4, Solari.”

A woman with neat hair and a calm impression.

The Inquisitor Captain wearing silver armor.

She also sat in a chair, facing Inho.

“I will tell you everything I know with all my heart. Kang In-ho, owner of a noble soul.”

The woman in front of Inho spread her white wings wide and gave a gentle smile.