Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
The headquarters of ãInfinity Guildãwas a flashy building.
It was typical to be bustling with hundreds of guild members and staff.
But right now, the building was dead silent.
Not just because everyone had been ordered to leave and the entrance restricted.
It was also because there was someone guarding the silence.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
ââ¦â¦â
A dreary space with not a single soul in sight but one.
A man with slicked back hair, his legs crossed.
He was blockading the building with various fortification skills.
Same as he had been doing for the past four days, Lee Chun-gi waited, his eyes fixed on the pocket watch in his hands.
Heâd watch the second hand needle tick and tock roughly 340,000 times.
Even most high-level players would have passed out from exhaustion if they had spent 340,000 seconds without food, sleep, or rest.
But the Infinite Monarch did not bat an eye.
He simply waited for the second hand to tick 345,600 times with a stoic face, as usual.
Rrrringâ!
ââ¦Itâs time.â
The second hand finally reached the final second as the clock started ringing loudly.
It meant that the promised four days had passed.
Immediately, Lee Chun-gi stood up from his chair and went straight to the room that had been locked for the past four days â the secretaryâs office.
Creek.
âHm?â
But before he could get to the door handle, the door opened as another man walked out.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhat the hell? Donât tell me you were waiting here for four whole days.â
White hair, gold eyes. A sword on his waist, and a faint scar on his eye â Limon Asphelder.
He looked to Lee Chun-gi with surprise.
But Lee Chun-gi did not answer.
He wasnât even looking at Limon.
His eyes were fixed to only one spot â the crack in the door that stayed slightly open after Limon walked out.
âThis isâ¦â
Blood splatters stained every wall.
Skull and teeth marks could be clearly seen engraved onto the desk from how much force was used.
Slices of flesh thinner than paper piled up.
Bones and guts were strewn all over the place.
For a while, he stood frozen looking at the dreadfully gruesome scene.
It was hard to believe that all that came out of one person.
He barely managed to get a word out.
âJust what have you been doing for the past four days?â
âDo you really want to know?â
ââ¦â¦â
Lee Chun-gi answered with silence.
In truth, he did not.
He was scared to know.
Even as someone who entered the Dungeon thousands of times and bore witness to all sorts of ghastly deaths, the scene in front of him was nauseating.
Limon smirked at his transparency.
âPersonally, I recommend you just incinerate this entire room.â
Get rid of it, unless you want to see someone go insane.
It was Limon's way of being courteous.
But there was still no answer.
Only his gravely sunken, placid eyes that bore into Limon.
âWhat? Do you feel sympathetic all of a sudden?â
âNot exactly.â
Lee Chun-gi shook his head at Limon's sarcasm.
Even if Park was his closest aide, he wasnât nearly as good-natured or virtuous enough to feel compassion for the person who deceived and used him.
âThen do you think I went too far?â
ââ¦I canât say that I disagree,â Lee Chun-gi replied calmly.
Anyone else would have thought the same.
In fact, there was a high chance they would have thrown up and ran away.
Any human with the bare minimum amount of morality wouldnât know whether to regard someone who committed such an act as a human being.
Especially if the victim was crippled.
âDid you really need to kill secretary Park like this when he had already been disabled?â
After the snake abandoned Parkâs body and ran off, Park was completely crippled.
His state was so despondent, he couldnât move or talk.
It was indiscernible if he even had any consciousness left.
Yet, despite knowing Parkâs sorry state, Limon still continued with the four-day murder.
It was only natural for Lee Chun-giâs face to harden.
But Limon, the very culprit who committed those atrocities, didnât look remorseful, let alone ashamed.
He tilted his head.
âYou know this is me being extremely generous, right?â
âAre you serious right now?â
âThen do you think weâre close enough to joke around?â
ââ¦â¦â
Lee Chun-gi fell silent as he looked into the cold, settled, golden eyes that contradicted Limonâs lighthearted tone of voice.
He couldnât bring himself to understand how any of this could be seen as âbeing generousâ.
âYouâd pass out if you saw a dark mage sacrifice a human.â
âI do not think it is lucid to compare this to human sacrifice to begin with.â
âThatâs what you think.â
Limon scoffed.
He wasnât oblivious to why Lee Chun-gi had reacted as he did.
In fact, he knew far too well.
In this age, murder itself was already considered a crime.
Torturing someone to death for whatever reason was considered to be beyond brutal.
It was a heinous crime that couldnât be called anything less than savage.
But those were the standards of this era.
âA long time ago, kid, there was a nation that paraded human sacrifices in front of a hundred thousand people.â
âOffering oneself to the Gods was an honor.â
âHuman sacrifice was a way to heaven.â
There was once a religion where everyone believed such a doctrine.
They would volunteer to be sacrificed.
âThere was a time when people watched their friends slaughter one another in a Colosseum, when public hangings were prime time entertainment.â
In times like those where everybody desired brutal slaughterâ
âThere was once a law that threw babies into snakes to be eaten just for being related to a criminal by blood.â
âIt was determined by law that crime was inherited.
âIt used to be taught that gorging on the liver of your enemy was admirable.â
It was a culture where not getting revenge was humiliating.
âThere was a military that researched how to kill people more violently, more definitively.â
Wars that disposed of men like firewood.
All of that would be lunacy in current times.
But back then⦠Nation, religion, culture, and circumstancesâ¦
That was the natural way of things.
âDo you get it now? Do you see how petty and fragile the ânormalâ you believe as an inexorable truth is?â
Of course, even Limon hadnât lived through all of that history himself.
But as much as heâd come across countless changes to the norm in every nook and cranny of the world over his many hundreds of years, Limon knew all too well of the ephemerality of the ânormâ.
âWell, itâs good that murder is a crime and violence is considered taboo.â
To say that the old days were better?
Nonsense.
There was no doubt that the current world was a much better place to live in.
Getting used to violence and brutality could destroy oneâs humanity.
Limon knew it well, and he welcomed this change.
âBut I donât think itâs ânormalâ to let an evil man live with his head up under the pretense of âhuman rightsâ.â
Criminals are forgiven for their crimes for being too young.
People become criminals for self-defense.
Even the most atrocious of criminals cannot be killed.
Forgiveness is forced upon those whose parents were killed.
In this age, bottomless mercy was granted to assailants while victims were met with indifference.
Perhaps this proved that the world had become more civilized than in the past.
Perhaps it is a virtue to prevent unnecessary hatred.
But Limon couldnât take this virtue stemming from a twisted sense of peace as granted.
He couldnât help it â he was an old man.
A swordsman who lived his life piercing the hearts of his enemies and slitting the throats of evil.
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âWho knows, maybe that son of a bitch had a good heart. Maybe someday, he could have made amends, become a new man or something.â
Perhaps Park wouldnât have become the villain he was if he hadnât made a deal with the snake Constellation in the first place.
Maybe he, too, was a victim of turning into a tool â whether it be because he became dependent on lying with ãCounterfeit Godâs Aliasã, or because he was subconsciously manipulated by the Constellation.
âThatâs not my problem, though.â
Limon wasnât interested, nor was he going to pay any mind to Parkâs rights as a human or the unseen good in him.
âWhatâs important to me is that that motherfucker did something to deserve getting fucking killed. So I fucking killed him.â
ââ¦Knowing that would raise suspicion about your humanity?â
âItâs better than disgracing it.â
There is one thing that mustnât be mistaken.
Acts like murder and torture. Negative feelings like pride and avarice.
Those arenât the only things that eat away at oneâs humanity.
Vindicating justified rage.
Enduring injustice.
Forcing good and justice.
In the end, those all tore a man down into a simple tool of society.
Just as pursuing or confining someone until they love you back would only break them.
âDidnât I tell you? What I want is to be human, not a piss-for-brains pushover.â
Of course, Limon did have the inclination to follow along with the times to a certain extent.
Like how he didnât just kill as he pleased while he was a PAB agent, no matter how deserving the criminals were.
Perhaps he would have just ended it with a scene if he was the only one affected. But the moment he cut Yoo Na-kyung with his own sword, all room for compromise was gone.
No matter how much the times, laws, or culture have changed.
As a boss, it was his duty to collect the blood debt of a subordinate who died an unjust death.
Giving that up meant that he was giving up being human.
It was different from becoming a monster.
âBy the way, Lee Chun-gi.â
Sling.
Limon slowly pulled out his sword.
He looked at Lee Chun-gi, his eyes cold.
âYou are also responsible for Na-kyungâs death.â
Whether it was his own greed or due to the Constellationsâ interference, Park was to blame for holding the orphans and making Yoo Na-kyung a suicide bomber.
But that didnât make Lee Chun-gi innocent.
Whatever the case, he was still the one who ordered for Limonâs death.
He was the one who failed to keep his subordinate under control.
Even if he was used as a puppet, Lee Chun-gi most certainly held responsibility in this matter.
Limon never actually forgave him.
He had simply set aside the punishment until he found the real culprit.
And now that Park was dead, he had no reason to keep Lee Chun-gi alive anymore.
âAre you going to kill me?â
Limon looked at him for a while.
He shook his head.
âNo, not now.â
It was quite the unexpected response.
Especially to Lee Chun-gi, who had been bracing himself for his death ever since his defeat at Limonâs hands.
âBut this isnât because youâre a Monarch.â
Limon continued in the same, fatigued voice as when he had cut Park.
âNor is it because Iâm worried about the social turmoil. I donât need anything from you, and Iâm not afraid of retaliation.â
Anyone else would have taken those factors into concern.
But none of that mattered when it came to collecting Yoo Na-kyungâs blood debt.
With the arrogant declaration that only he, a man who killed a Constellation, could make, Limon revealed the reason he chose not to kill Lee Chun-gi.
âYouâre too stupid to be worthy of punishment.â
It was a ruthless remark, a judgment too cold-blooded for a Monarch.
But Lee Chun-gi did not show a single sign of rage or denial.
He himself knew better than anyone else that he deserved to hear it.
âDonât forget.â
Limon continued as Lee Chun-gi stayed silent.
âIgnorance is not grounds for exoneration. Youâre still on the line.â
It is utter nonsense that ignorance is not a crime.
Just that this time, the scale had tilted.
If even a speck of dust made the scale tilt the other way, Limon could always repeat what he did today.
âIâm going to keep my eyes on you.â
It was a warning, a declaration.
Just as Anubis, Watchman of the Underworld, hangs the heart of the dead on the scale and judges whether their sins are heavier than the feather.
This was the warning of an Absolute Ruler â that he would judge Lee Chun-giâs actions until the day he dies.
âAnd when you cross that lineâ¦â
A pair of frameless glasses fell to the floor.
It was an article of value, made from the best craftsmen with all the riches in the world.
But it was no more than garbage compared to what Limon cuts with his word.
Drip.
His shut eyes. Blood trickled out of one, eyelids trembling from the pain.
It was apparent what Limon just gashed.
What Lee Chun-gi had just lost.
âIâll come to get the other one and your debt in 96 days,â he finished in the same sluggish voice.
It was a brutal statement.
A sentencing much too cold-blooded to say to someone who just lost an eye.
But Lee Chun-gi was not outraged, sad, afraid, or upset.
He did not use skills likeãAlganesthesiaã.
He simply endured the pain with a sober mind as he nodded stoically.
ââ¦Iâll bear it in mind.â
Limonâs cold, settled eyes bore into his remaining one as if judging the authenticity of his answer.
âAlright, then.â
Clang.
He put his sword away and turned around.
It looked like he didnât have any more business here.
Lee Chun-gi called out as Limon was about to leave indifferently.
âWhat are you going to do now?â
âMe?â
Limon stopped in his tracks.
It was quite the unexpected question.
He turned his head slightly to face Lee Chun-gi.
Now that he had collected Yoo Na-kyungâs blood debt, there was only one other thing to do.
He chuckled.
âGet married.â
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