“Hmm, hmm.”

    Late at night, outside Seoul.

    Away from the concrete-covered forest of lofty humans, on top of a small, quiet, abandoned shantytown building, isolated from even the public eye.

    “Hmm, hmm, hmm.”

    It’s been two years since the redevelopment decision was made. It’s a place that’s been swayed here and there by the fights of the powerful over their rice bowls and the speculative games of the so-called rich, with cancellations, re-decisions, and reversals, and more than half of the residents who stayed have grown tired and left.

    “Hmm, hmm, hmm.”

    In the darkness where even the moonlight is swallowed up, where even crows hold their breath and even stray dogs do not come near, it is a dead place.

    In that eerie space, someone who had become one with the shadows was sitting on the old tiled roof, which was now hard to find, and humming softly while tapping his legs.

    “Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.”

    Judging by the voice, it was probably a woman’s. The low humming was repeated over and over again like a loop.

    The soft, whispering, low-pitched melody was languid and monotonous, but it had a magic that was hard to escape from and made people fall for it. Like the morning mist, it moistened the earlobes of the listener and stuck to them.

    “Hmm, hmm, ahem, hmm… .”

    The impromptu melody without any subtitle is as slimy as a swamp, and it is fatal and sinister, blocking even the pores and making the will sink.

    – However, not knowing what to do with the surging emotions, he tried to relieve some of those emotions by speaking out loud instead of writing them down, and it was a shy love confession to someone far away.

    “Hehehe.”

    That thing hidden in the darkness laughed quietly.

    At first, I just wanted to look back on the life of a hero.

    A powerful rival who once brought her close to defeat.

    On the topic of having something, the old man desperately clung to it.

    The abominable [Chungmugong] who dared to show mercy to the kneeling demon king and extend his hand to offer light.

    Even she, the elder, had no choice but to acknowledge his nobility.

    The feeling of emptiness that comes from suddenly losing the nemesis you were prepared to face. That bittersweet sense of loss.

    It was a step taken with a simple expression of respect and remembrance, to soothe the complicated feelings that made my stomach twist and my tongue feel tingly.

    It had been a long time since I had returned home, but it didn’t feel like much to be back in my hometown again.

    As she was walking through the mountains where the deceased was thought to have often stayed for the last time before he died, tracing the hero’s footsteps with a somewhat absentminded attitude, she felt a powerful wave of mana.

    Curiosity. I went to the place with a little interest and there was a rather cozy looking chimney house. At that moment, the owner was out of the house, so I opened the basement after feeling something and what caught my eyes.

    It was ‘black’.

    “Aha.”

    Anger, resentment, and other negative emotions, big and small, were all deliciously condensed into a crystal. As she gazed at the wonderful thing that squirmed and smelt, her heart trembled with emotion. What on earth was this? [Material]? Or was it something someone had created?

    She smiled as she tore off some of it, even cutting off her own hands. I should ask the owner who came back to me about the source of this. If possible, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to include it.

    If it doesn’t work out, I’ll just kill him. That was my exact thought.

    She joined her colleagues who shared the same goal and moved to a secret residence, promising to meet again in the future.

    I met him.

    “Woohoohoo, hoohoo, ahaha.”

    Our first meeting was simply a passing encounter on the street.

    It wasn’t just ■■■ who recognized the other person at that moment and was led away. ●● was the same.

    No, rather, Yoo Hee was more shocked than Lee Si Hyuk.

    In the disgusting and ugly gray city center where people crawled like a swarm of insects, he didn’t notice, but she recognized him right away.

    In this colorless and odorless world, it was a stimulation I felt for the first time in my life. That was the kind of emotion that clings to the soul.

    The feeling of the sun shining for the first time on her, who had grown worn out and insensitive to the world that seemed to be trapped in dark clouds, was terribly intense. Lightning flashed through her mind and a tingling sensation ran up her spine from her tailbone to the back of her neck. Goosebumps rose on her skin texture.

    “Hmm, ahem, hmm, ahem.”

    Her nose was numb from the pungent and strong body odor like the aftertaste of a cigarette, and her eyes involuntarily became hot. The ecstatic heat that came in through the airway warmed her lungs, which had become cold in the city and her body that had been frozen cold in the past, and made her unable to think of anything, as if she were poisoned by carbon monoxide or drunk on drugs.

    A flower before a bee. A bonfire for a child drowning in icy water. A tree growing above the head of a traveler weary from his arduous journey.

    To a scarred woman, a wounded man was that kind of being.

    “Ahem, ahem, hmm, ahem.”

    To her who was so utterly possessed, all the plans and schedules she had made were already worthless. No, perhaps it was because of that much value he had.

    When I blindly followed him and found out where he was staying, I laughed bitterly, and when he first emerged from the shadows, comforting my racing heart, and when I combed my hair and took care of my clothes, I laughed in vain.

    He did. He made her realize her femininity for the first time. She knew what it was like to wait for him at the mountain pass, waiting for an imminent meeting.

    For the performance, he twisted his own ankles and was supported by his strong body.

    The moment my outstretched palm was caught by a large hand, a red finger was traced over the wound, and a bandage was carefully wrapped,

    When I saw them working and felt the experience, I realized that they were truly like me.

    “… Hmm, hmm.”

    The flood of emotions I felt for the first time, the surging passion, went beyond confusion and came to me as pain. I even had the illusion that my brain was shrinking like my hands and feet that had swallowed a lemon.

    My heart was boiling painfully, as if I had put my hand in a boiling kettle, and my breathing was suffocating as if I had put a piece of iron in it. My cheeks were burning hot as if they had been rubbed with sandpaper, and I felt dizzy as if my head would burst because so much blood was rushing to it.

    But her feet felt as if she was walking on the sky, and a smile kept appearing on her lips. She was moved to tears, as if she had been able to recognize colors that she had not been able to distinguish before.

    A surge of satisfaction, a sense of kinship, joy, and longing. She could say with certainty that it was love.

    No, would it be right to dare to express this encounter, this destiny, with just those two short syllables? Shouldn’t we not call these overwhelming sensations, which could fill the sky if we just list them indiscriminately, in such a short way? If we do, won’t they burst and leak out like this heart that’s about to burst?

    “Hehe, hoo hoo hoo, haha, woo hoo hoo.”

    Ahh, my, my only, my love.

    If you need me, I’ll give you everything in the world. Okay. Yeah, it’s nothing. Okay. I’m yours and you’re mine. That’s natural. It’s okay.

    I will do that.

    “… король.”

    Under the singing demon king, immersed in a pink dream, a voice suddenly flowed out from among the shadows that were prostrating themselves, even breathing carefully.

    The low, rough voice was more serious and cautious than anything else. I had personally experienced that the black woman shaking her shoulders on the rooftop, who appeared to be writhing in happiness, was more angry than anyone else present.

    Well, this isn’t something I’ve experienced once or twice. Their king had a personality that was difficult to control, and his moods were very moody.

    But this time, it was quite severe. One of the kneeling ones swallowed dry saliva as he looked at the one who had called the king in front of them. He was bleeding black blood and had to become a dartboard with holes here and there for several years just because he had called the king this time.

    “… король.”

    The man who had suffered injuries that would have made him dead long ago and silently endured the pain, volunteered to be the cannon fodder this time as well. It was an admirable act of courage.

    She looked down at the sound of me being called, tilted her head slightly and said, “Hmm?” Then, she nodded her head with an exclamation of “Ah.”

    It was as if they had forgotten their existence.

    “Oh my. That’s right, that’s right. Could you wait a moment?”

    The way he clapped his hands in surprise was shameless and disgusting.

    It had been an hour since everyone had held their breath and bowed their heads due to the brutal punishment, and it was hard to say that they hadn’t noticed.

    She took out a small pendant buried in her ample cleavage, hidden beneath her ink-black coat.

    A small necklace that belonged to someone who had already disappeared into the back alleys of history. She grabbed the jewel hanging from it and fed it a little mana. The sky-blue pendant turned black, and as if it was time, she put the ornament she had taken out back over her front pocket and smiled.

    “Now, speak. I will listen.”

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