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Thus, the dream that Anastasia had was not wrong.

He was no different from a monster when it came to evil people.

Even if he had yet to fully become hell itself, there were few who could confront that Possession Sorcerer, who spread insanity as if it were an obligation.

Yet paradoxically, Huele was strong, but not particularly dangerous.

At least, if you weren’t an evil person, you wouldn’t even see Huele’s shadow, let alone be attacked by him.

He was someone who only collected villains.

Thus, Jinseong could affirm to Iarin with a light heart.

It was no big deal.

For you, it was merely a trivial story.

‘Because you’re not an evil person.’

At least among those whom Jinseong considered important, there were none that Huele would deem evil, and there were no one whose life was at risk from being targeted by Huele.

Moreover, Huele’s criteria for judging evil people were not that strict.

He discerned villains based on the evil deeds they had accumulated and the evil spirits or thoughts clinging to their bodies, and his criteria were rather lenient, so as long as one didn’t commit serious crimes, it was rare for him to come directly to harvest.

To give a typical example….

‘William R. Artua.’

A notorious rebel who had recently come to Korea, found a good match, and returned to his homeland could serve as that typical example.

William wreaked havoc everywhere he went.

Truly, his depravity was such that the term “rebel” didn’t even cover it.

Of course, he didn’t commit any serious crimes one could classify as truly severe… but conversely, it could be said that he was guilty of every other kind of crime or disgraceful act imaginable.

Naturally, William was resented by many.

From those who were harmed by his rebellious antics, to members of the Artua Clan who had to clean up after his messes, to people connected to his debauched lifestyle….

William had amassed countless grudges and, while he may have patched things up with money, those grudges were not something that could easily be resolved.

If one were to witness the grudges hanging onto William, they would be at a level incomparable to that of other people. Even a typical criminal might not even dare to present their business card.

Yet even such a William did not die at the hands of Huele.

Like a Grim Reaper, or as if presenting himself as a harbinger of doom, that Possession Sorcerer had the opportunity to take William’s life, yet he refrained.

Why?

Because William did not fit into his ‘criteria.’

He was not a villain worth harvesting.

‘If a few more serious crimes had been added to his previous rebellious actions, he might have caught Huele’s eye immediately…’

How should one express this?

Perhaps one could say he walked a fine line exquisitely well.

William really did squander his rebelliousness while awkwardly staying within bounds.

He gained resentment from everyone, yet it was still at a level manageable enough not to threaten his life from truly dangerous individuals.

While still having engaged in all sorts of mischief that was perfect fodder for gossip…

William had unwittingly been walking a tightrope of peril.

Perhaps that was only possible because he was a half-finished Prophet.

He likely avoided truly dangerous choices through predictions, and the path leading to the worst outcomes might have been evaded with the instincts he’d developed as a Prophet.

Thus, William could have lived as he pleased, engaging in all sorts of mischief.

But now, such freedom had come to an end.

William was now a bound man.

Tied by the sacred contract of marriage, he had to live for his family.

‘What a fortunate thing.’

Jinseong smiled at the thought of William’s wedding.

The image of William, bound in soul to his first love.

If one were to consider that the death of his first love instilled trauma in William, and that this trauma was one cause of his rebelliousness… then marrying his first love would surely heal William’s trauma and bring him happiness through the satisfaction of having been connected once again with his first love.

William was probably living happily now.

‘As evidence, wasn’t there a sudden halt in the tales of William’s mischief that once spread like wildfire?’

He had had escapades with some model, gotten into fights with someone, smashed up a shop, insulted someone….

Tales of William’s wicked deeds that used to emerge every few days or once a week abruptly stopped at the point of his wedding.

One could tell just from this alone, couldn’t they?

William was likely enjoying blissful newlywed life.

Perhaps he was lost in pleasure, entwined without any distinction between day and night.

‘My blessing must be of great help.’

Originally, Ghost Contact was something that brought tremendous pleasure while draining one’s essence, leaving them sickly to the point of death—akin to poison.

If one were a Warrior, they could endure it, but for someone like William, who had not honed his body, he wouldn’t last long.

Yet with Jinseong’s blessing, they could share their love while minimizing those side effects.

Marrying his first love, sharing love without worrying about stamina or lifespan, and experiencing overwhelming pleasure—something that couldn’t easily be obtained just by sharing with anyone else.

How delightful it was.

Furthermore, it wasn’t only William who benefited.

While William was enjoying his happy marriage, his mischief would cease, so there would be no more victims, and the Artua Clan wouldn’t have to clean up after him, meaning they would be happy too.

He had settled in one place, and having become unable to forge relations with the living, there would be no one to suffer from William’s debauchery.

‘Tomas would surely be pleased.’

He would be joyful indeed.

With everyone becoming happy, this is a divine blessing.

Since all of this sprang from love, this was indeed a grace bestowed by the gods.

Jinseong gazed outside, recalling the Holy Sorcerer who wed William and the girl.

The pitch-black darkness.

Overflowing ominous energy.

Even the alleys were darker than usual.

‘What a truly amusing matter it is. I was to contact a Shaman tonight, yet here I am recalling two other Sorcerers.’

A Necromancer.

A Possession Sorcerer.

A Holy Sorcerer.

Three in total, with three kinds as well.

And three is an auspicious number.

How could this not be a good thing?

With a swish,

as he stood up, the thin blanket that covered him naturally slid to the floor.

Along with the blanket, the silk pajamas he had carelessly draped on himself slipped down as well, the smooth surface of the silk brushing against Jinseong’s red skin, causing a small discomfort.

Rather than pain, it was more like a minor irritation.

Thus, Jinseong headed bare-bodied to the refrigerator.

The sealed refrigerator that Iarin had wanted to see, but that Jinseong had denied her.

He instinctively lifted the seal of the refrigerator and swung it open wide.

Clank.

The well-sealed refrigerator opened with a loud noise.

The objects stored near the door rattled, making a small sound, and the cold air emitted from the refrigerator chilled Jinseong’s bare skin. The cold floated out like white mist, it spread thickly, making it hard to discern what was inside the refrigerator.

It was as if a large quantity of dry ice had been placed inside.

Reaching in, one might feel as if the icy chill would freeze their hand solid; such was the scene.

Jinseong reached into the heart of that mist and pulled out an item.

It was a small bottle containing clear water.

It looked too insignificant to have been in a sealed refrigerator.

The bottle appeared shabby and common enough to have been bought from some street vendor, and the contents merely looked like plain water. Moreover, the sealing seemed barely adequate, just a lid covered with plastic wrap and tied with a rubber band, giving it a very unremarkable appearance.

However, this small bottle did not have value dictated merely by its exterior.

A dilapidated box couldn’t obscure the essence of what was inside.

The seemingly insignificant bottle could not represent the value of its contents.

‘Holy Water.’

Inside the bottle was holy water.

And not just any holy water—this was the holy water made by the Holy Sorcerer, Thomas, mixed with his own blood.

Was it an incredibly precious item?

Not exactly.

One could easily find traces of people generously using holy water around the DMZ area.

However, it was certainly not something one could procure easily.

Holy water isn’t something one could just buy at the mart.

Especially if it were an item where a competent Holy Sorcerer infused his blood in larger quantity than usual.

Jinseong took the holy water with a thanks to Thomas and then closed the refrigerator.

There was nothing more to take from that dense cold.

Thud.

Jinseong moved to a simple desk while holding the holy water.

 

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