Of course, the media doesnât always tell the truth. Even if the reported events themselves are factual, they often only report one aspect of the truth. Thatâs why news articles should be critically received.
Knowing this, the reason he felt he should be careful was because of a scene he had witnessed firsthand. The look in his eyes as he glared at the middle-aged woman was clearly filled with killing intent.
âOh, why are such articles on the main page⦠Um, there are many good articles too!â
Noticing that âhisâ expression wasnât good, Ryu Jeong-ah, who had looked down at the screen, hurriedly showed articles about good deeds and charitable acts. It was news about various forms of donations being made.
Choi Gang-hu Makes Generous 500 Billion Won Donation to Vulnerable Social Groups
âHisâ eyes widened as he belatedly saw the handsome manâs name. Choi Gang-hu? It was the same name as the protagonist of the web novel he used to read as a side dish during lunch breaks. With a sense of disbelief, he skimmed through more articles.@@novelbin@@
From Hell Guild Master: âRelevant Agencies and Government Must Seriously Discuss Support Measures for Women and Children Victims of Domestic Violenceâ
Gangseong Group Eliminates Discrimination Against Chinatown Survivors Embedded in Personnel Recruitment System
Gangseong Welfare Foundation Pushes Beyond Supporting Child Care Centers to Establish Its Own
From Hell Guild, Gangseong Group⦠These were all names of organizations that appeared in the same novel. Come to think of it, even the plant growing along the walls of the house where he first met the handsome man, Choi Gang-hu, was a familiar form.
The monster, Limestone Vine, was drawn in the high-resolution illustrations uploaded separately from the novel. Memories of the novel he used to read during meal times, almost the only rest periods in his daily routine of grueling labor, came flooding back.
Did he really transmigrate into a novel? Or was he wandering in a dream while lying in an ICU? The latter seemed more likely, but he couldnât completely ignore the sense of reality touching his skin. In the end, living through the present was the priority.
Ryu Seo-ha, Ryu Jeong-ah⦠No matter how much he racked his brain, these were characters he had never seen in the original work âChaebol Hunter Returned from Hell,â which was presumed to be the background of this world. To think he had transmigrated into an extra, even this being a cliché made him feel peculiar.
âSo, letâs take the medicine, Seo-ha.â
Ryu Jeong-ah, who had put away her phone, recommended the medicine with an expression that looked like she might make that playful âawwâ sound again. âHeâ stared blankly at the vials called potions and shook his head.
Whether in a state of transmigration or coma, if the being before him had the same nature as the Choi Gang-hu in his memories, he couldnât carelessly consume anything given by him. He was a character who might do anything for his own gain.
The attitude that felt completely different from the personality he remembered fueled his wariness even more. It must be an attitude taken because the owner of this body had some value to be exploited, but who knows if he might use some kind of mental item.
ââ¦Come this way for a moment.â
Choi Gang-hu, who had sighed lowly watching âhimâ stubbornly maintain a defensive posture, suddenly led âhimâ into a room. He seemed to want to avoid Ryu Jeong-ahâs eyes.
He followed in a daze, but as soon as the door closed, he realized his mistake. Immediately, tension flowed down his spine, stiffening his body.
âDo you know what a status window is?â
ââ¦Yes.â
âThen try calling it out either by saying it aloud or thinking about it.â
After pondering for a moment at this sudden request, âheâ chose the latter. No matter how much he enjoyed hunter stories in the past, he couldnât bring himself to shout âStatus window!â out loud. As soon as he thought it, a translucent window appeared before his eyes.
Name: Ryu Seo-ha
Level: 5
Status: Remaining lifespan 99 days 18 hours 35 minutes
Trait: Sanctification
Stats: Strength 1 / Agility 1 / Stamina 1 / Perception 1 / Mana 489
Skills: Healing Light Lv27
Points: 4
âHisâ eyes sparkled upon seeing the healing skill. Then, his pupils filled with puzzlement at the absurdly high mana stat. While there were many other strange points, what concerned him most wasâ¦
âNow, try strongly reciting or saying the trait or skill name in your mind.â
ââ¦Why do I have to do that?â
âHeâ threw a somewhat rebellious question at the quiet instruction that followed.
âTo heal you.â
Choi Gang-hu, who had been quietly observing that suspicious gaze, answered unexpectedly calmly. He still seemed to think detoxification was necessary. But no status ailments like âpoisoningâ were visible.
âMore importantly, whatâs this remaining lifespan?â
Instead of obediently following the instruction, he asked about the word that had been bothering him since earlier. He was cautious because Choi Gang-hu might not know about it either, but it was something he just couldnât let slide.
ââ¦Itâs exactly what it says, the lifespan remaining for Ryu Seo-ha. Donât be too shocked, thereâs a solution.â
The moment his worst fears were confirmed, âhisâ pupils shook greatly. How could he not be shocked? He had just opened his eyes to a new reality only to receive a terminal diagnosis.
âWhatâs the solution?â
He quickly asked back, grasping at straws.
âWe need to exchange bodily fluids with each other.â
ââ¦What?â
âWe agreed to date, so thereâs nothing to be reluctant about.â
ââ¦Thatâs absurd.â
Then, words that delivered an even greater shock than the terminal diagnosis shook his brain.
â â â
Status: Remaining lifespan 96 days 6 hours 21 minutes
âHeâ was quietly glaring at the numbers decreasing by the minute when he flinched at the sound of the self-proclaimed lover opening the door, pressing his back tightly against the wall. Choi Gang-hu stopped abruptly in front of the door.
Cough, red blood flowed between âhisâ lips. It was already the fourteenth time he had coughed up blood today. He was vomiting blood every two hours or so.
It was because he had been curled up in a corner of the room for nearly three days, refusing both approach from others and meals. It was a phenomenon that hadnât been noticed before because there had never been such a long period without physical contact since their first meeting.
âRyu Seo-ha.â
Choi Gang-hu, who had carefully stepped into the room, called âhisâ name with troubled eyes. âHeâ, who had curled his body almost into a ball, looked up warily at the self-proclaimed lover approaching him.
He had been in this state ever since hearing the explanation that intense skinship with Choi Gang-hu was necessary to increase his remaining lifespan. He seemed unable to shake off his doubts and confusion due to the successive shocks.
âPlease, at least eat something.â
Choi Gang-hu pleaded, holding out a three-tiered lunchbox to âhimâ. It was a request bordering on begging. âHisâ stubbornness in not putting anything in his mouth for the past three days was enough to make even onlookersâ blood run dry.
âItâs just normal food.â
Seeing the bead ice cream with faint traces of mana had been the cause. He was already feeling averse to food given by others, and that had completely ignited his suspicion.
âIâll leave this here and go out.â
Choi Gang-huâs large hand slowly pushed the lunchbox towards âhisâ feet. It was a very cautious approach, like dealing with a stray cat that had just been picked up. âHisâ pupils moved busily.
The colors of the food revealed as the lunchbox lid opened and the wafting smell stimulated his salivary glands. His sore stomach growled, protesting for hunger to be satisfied. A look of conflict appeared on âhisâ face.
âPeeyuu!â
Just then, a small red bird fluttered in through the open door gap. âHisâ eyes widened at the sight of the bird placing a water bottle several times its size on the floor, holding it in its beak.
Unlike usual, Choi Gang-hu didnât stop it from nestling into his loverâs arms. He judged that spending time with animals rather than people might be more effective in lowering sharp wariness.
âCall anytime if you need anything.â
As if giving him time alone, Choi Gang-hu closed the door and left the room. The protagonistâs personality, completely different from what he remembered, added to âhisâ confusion. But this time, his thoughts didnât linger long.
âPyu?â
It was because the red bird fluttered its wings and suddenly grabbed the thin chain around âhisâ neck with its beak. But the necklace wasnât pulled forward to choke his neck.
âPpyuu!â
Because the metal of the thin but titanium-like sturdy string started to melt fluidly. It was a sight as if the very nature of the material had been changed. Before long, the broken necklace fell to the floor with a thud.
âYouâ¦â
Before âheâ could grasp what the small bird had done, he stood up abruptly and took a step towards the door. It was an action born from instinctive sense of crisis and unconscious dependence on the man standing outside the door.
However, the red birdâs form distorted much faster. In an instant, the shadow that had swelled in size pounced on âhimâ with a whoosh. Almost simultaneously, a bangâ! The sound of the door being smashed was heard.
Then, the sound of something like paper being torn and the wavering of vision he had felt once before followed, coloring his senses. The scenery before his eyes kept changing â to the rooftop of some building, to a desolate field, to a mountainside.
âUrghâ¦â
By the time âheâ felt nauseous from the repeated and overlapping dizziness and covered his mouth with his hand, the movement that had been progressing wildly like a seesaw finally stopped. He was completely disoriented.
âFeeling sick?â
The red bird⦠no, the unidentified being that had taken human form asked with a strangely familiar tone. As he raised his head with furrowed brows, dazzling blonde hair caught his eye.
âWhoâ¦â
As he reflexively stepped back and asked, the pretty white boy pouted as if considerably disappointed. Then he immediately grinned.
âWant me to make you remember?â
It was a smile that somehow gave him a bad feeling.