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A hot flame rises between my chest and stomach.

It was so hot that I felt like my bones and muscles, no, my entire body, would melt away.

The source of this heat reminiscent of hellfire was anger.

I was that angry.

Because of his disappointing behavior that is different from what the world knows?

no.

What makes me angry is the ending he gave to his words.

“I just realized it through a blow.”

He told me.

“The only person who can kill me right now is my friend.”

Please kill me.

To put an end to his miserable life by holding his breath.

He was begging so desperately.

I didn’t understand what he was saying.

“Mr. Francis, is that right?”

He is a hero.

No matter how the Black Dragon emerged, or what kind of heart he had in saving people, the fact remains that he saved tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people, and protected the world from countless threats.

Should we be criticized for donating to pay less tax?

Does saving a life for the sake of repentance diminish the value of the life saved?

no.

Absolutely not.

No matter what the purpose, the result does not change.

The donations we made to pay less in taxes saved people from starving and allowed them to go to school.

Those who have their lives saved by the sacrifice of repentance have been given new life.

That’s all.

There is no need to add anything more to this, he is a hero that no one can deny.

A great figure who left the greatest mark on the Hunter society.

Is the ending of such a hero just a miserable death?

“I can’t believe it.”

Someone says.

It is said that a hero’s life must end in tragedy for it to remain in people’s memories for a long time.

The countless causes and effects that he accumulated in the process of moving forward led his life to tragedy.

I don’t agree with that one bit.

No, I can’t agree.

“Hey, buddy.”

I turn my eyes away from him who calls me with a bitter expression.

“Mr. Francis, please come in for a moment.”

“… … .”

“You come out.”

The flow and expression emanating from his body change.

The remains of Francis Meyer are gone, replaced by the spirit of Chris Emir.

“Say something.”

“What do you mean?”

“What you want.”

I could hide that appearance as much as I wanted.

Even though he could have gained more by revealing Francis’s presence at a more opportune time, he boldly showed me his face like that.

That is to say.

“The fact that you didn’t bother to hide that appearance must mean that you have something you want from me.”

He is a hostage, so to speak.

He must be trying to gain something from me by showing me that he can destroy me at any time.

“So stop hesitating and recite it.”

What do you want in return for keeping Mr. Francis alive?

* * *

Chris Emir couldn’t help but laugh when he asked him to name anything he wanted.

“I also like Dojin. It’s not easy to meet someone you can communicate with so well.”

“Don’t be so noisy.”

Chris pouts at the firm answer that blocks out the noise.

“Well… , since you already noticed, I’ll be honest with you.”

He raised his hand lightly, drawing energy from it.

Gray energy flowing over the palm of your hand.

“Did you say chaos?”

An aura of chaos created by the clash of the power of humility and the power of arrogance.

Kim Do-jin was inwardly shocked when he saw this.

It’s amazing that you can control the energy that never stays still so freely within your grasp.

It seems that his ability to manipulate energy has already surpassed this.

“I feel confident after crossing a rather dangerous river and obtaining this power.”

The energy that disappears as soon as you clench your fist.

One, Chris was equally shocked.

After imitating the body of a saint and coordinating the two powers to achieve chaos, he was convinced.

“The one ratio where the two powers can coexist… , unless you have dozens, no, hundreds of lives, it’s impossible to find this.”

“… … .”

“But you found it. Not only did you not have multiple lives, but you also didn’t make any sacrifices.”

Chris’s gaze at Kim Do-jin became even darker.

The emotions contained within it are curiosity and a sense of exploration.

He was absorbed as dozens of hideouts crumbled in his grasp.

How on earth did Kim Do-jin find this ratio?

Even he, with his deep insight and understanding, could not find the answer.

“So I thought.”

However, this can only be guessed.

“Isn’t there a special ability hidden within you that others don’t know about?”

There was also quite a bit of evidence to speculate.

The speed of magic casting, control, and delicate control abilities are several times greater than others.

He was exceptionally adept at manipulating energy, including magic.

No, it was so perfect that I can’t even describe it with the word skill.

And such abilities were equally applicable to handling the power of the gods.

It is clear that this outstanding power of control and dominance is the greatest contributor to finding the energy of chaos.

But what is it?

The essence that provides such great dominance and control.

That’s what I was wondering.

No, I wanted it.

“So, tell me the secret?”

Kim Do-jin asks back with a cold expression.

Chris shook his head.

“No.”

Actually, I want it.

But he knows.

“Even if I ask you to tell me, you won’t tell me, right?”

The fact that even if Francis Meyer’s life was held hostage, it was impossible to get answers from the other party.

Even if he told me, it would be unpleasant for him to find out easily.

Regardless of the desire to know the essence of that ability, understanding is not something you can hear from others, but something that can only be felt more deeply when you see and experience it yourself.

He was sure.

There is no ability in this world that you don’t understand.

All he needs is time and the cooperation of his test subjects.

Based on that confidence, he proposed:

“Just one week.”

He continued, holding up one finger.

“Please be my experiment subject for just one week.”

“… … .”

It was an offer so ominous, yet so difficult to refuse.

* * *

While the world situation was rapidly changing, Han Ju-hee remained still.

The same goes for the magic tower she leads.

Even an institution that was always working day and night to research for change and innovation stopped following her.

It was because I lost my power.

‘You don’t have to struggle anymore.’

It was all for him.

Maintaining a schedule that is difficult to handle even for a S-class hunter for several years.

Studying magic day and night and devoting effort to developing items using magic.

He joined hands with the hexagram and took up the task he hated so much.

Even though it was something he didn’t want to do, she felt it was the way he lived.

A world where hunters are no longer needed.

No, at least in a world where hunters can afford to be treated and enjoyed as much as they dedicate themselves to.

Because I believed that in such a world, my husband wouldn’t be dragged around with his injured body.

I came running just looking at that one thing, but now I don’t need it.

He no longer remained by her side.

She left without me even knowing.

Much younger and healthier than before.

If it had been a normal day, I would have studied how something like that could have happened, but not now.

It was just empty.

That you don’t have to live in a distant place anymore.

All the efforts up until now have been in vain.

It was so empty.

That he is no longer by her side.

“I see.”

I realized it too late.

You don’t have to hold hands, hug, or have physical conversation.

“You were a comfort to me just by being by my side.”

Just knowing that he was by my side gave me so much comfort.

And apart from such comfort, he was also deeply despairing of a life in which he could do nothing.

From there it was already disqualified.

Because she said she was doing it for her husband and didn’t care at all about the pain and loneliness he was going through.

Even though it was just for her own satisfaction and she didn’t care about the other person’s opinion, it was the foundation that ruled her life.

Having lost all that foundation, I have no choice but to stand still and helplessly.

Suddenly, two beings came to mind beyond my weakly lowered head.

Son Seo-yeon and Han Joo-yeon.

The two people who are with Kim Do-jin, who is now a stranger.

A dizzying thought crosses my mind.

Is it a coincidence that the two of them are together with a man who happens to be their husband?

Or is it inevitable?

It’s hard to tell, but she was more concerned about Han Joo-yeon than her daughter, Son Seo-yeon.

A child who trusted and followed her husband more than anyone else, like a girl in love.

Something felt fishy.

What was the reason she decided to ignore the guild of her husband whom she had followed so much and be with a man who was nothing more than a promising prospect?

“Maybe… .”

Maybe she knew.

As she thought about it that far, she was already calling Han Joo-yeon.

-“What’s going on, sis?”

A weak voice came over the phone.

“Look at me for a second.”

She hung up the phone with those words left behind, got up straight away, and headed to Han Joo-yeon’s house.

Crack, crack, crack

The sight of her back as she walked seemed somehow dangerous.