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Paju.

A town bordering the military demarcation line that divides North and South.

It’s a growth management area in the metropolitan region, hugging the Imjin River.

A gateway to North-South unification with plenty to see.

A bigger Paju centered around its citizens.

And…

“It’s a town famous for its Jangdan bean dishes…”

Given the situation, most shops were closed.

To come all the way to Paju and not be able to eat tofu dishes made from Jangdan beans.

It’s only natural to feel gloomy.

Even the Imjin River yellow croaker and Imjin River crabs were out of reach.

It’s like going to Daejeon and finding Seongsimdang closed.

Or going to Jeonju and not being able to get bibimbap.

Or going to Cheonan and finding walnuts sold out.

Or Busan fish cakes being out of production. It was that kind of massive situation.

And it’s all because of Lee Cheol-jin.

I’m not exaggerating, it’s really his fault.

He had to go and escape prison, sending the Academy cafeteria ladies to shelters.

And now the owners of Paju’s famous restaurants can’t even leave their homes.

If it’s not Lee Cheol-jin’s fault, whose fault is it?

-There’s hamburgers, lunch boxes, and kimbap here. Let’s catch Lee Cheol-jin quickly and eat.

-What kind of filming set is this? Why is the menu like this!

I guarantee you, those hamburgers, lunch boxes, and kimbap.

They’re all from the convenience store.

That bald fool who doesn’t know the first thing about gourmet food, thinking, ‘As long as we fill our stomachs, what does it matter?’ is probably clearing out convenience store food for the Association staff.

Of course, convenience store food is tasty too, but just a moment ago, I was thinking about Jangdan bean tofu dishes, Imjin River yellow croaker and crabs.

Seongsimdang cake butiques, Busan fish cakes, seed hotteok, Daegu makchang and makjang.

Thinking about all the famous things from each region made it even harder.

-If you don’t want to eat, that’s fine, there’s not much left anyway. I’ll just have the staff take it home…

-Who said we’re not eating! You must leave it!

But taking food away is crossing the line.

It was time to gather all this anger and pour it on Lee Cheol-jin.

-Here’s in front of Paju City Hall. Where do we go now?

-There’s Donghwa Gyeongmo Park right above Heyri Art Village in Tanhyeon-myeon, he’s probably hiding there.

-…Is he some kind of spy? Why is he hiding and crawling around such a place? He’s not here for espionage but to kill people.

-Well… if you insist, he is a spy. He came to assassinate South Korean figures, but his plan was to extract information and return to the North.

Ah.

While coming down through Cheorwon, he ran into Jeong Ha-yul and was subdued on the spot.

He was a stupid villain who got caught without being able to do anything.

‘So you had a plan too.’

Donghwa Gyeongmo Park.

A joint cemetery and columbarium for displaced people from the North.

Thanks to former President Roh, I know the name of this place.

‘I can’t make a mess in such a place…’

Even I can’t destroy a cemetery and turn a columbarium into dust.

I can’t do such things.

I don’t believe in ghosts, but I’ve never written my name in red ink.

But I can’t bury Lee Cheol-jin there.

Actually, Lee Cheol-jin is also from the North, and the term displaced person somewhat fits.

‘But enshrining a spy bastard there is a bit…’

Having killed the Fox Mask, I’ve become unnecessarily sentimental and don’t want to get blood on my hands again.

There’s a small hill called Bohyeonsan nearby, so I can just bury him around there.

A great plan, a perfect operation.

Slapping my forehead at the innovative and ingenious method.

I searched for Lee Cheol-jin.

I flew high into the sky to get a bird’s eye view of the park.

‘…There he is.’

Hiding behind trees, then beside buildings, rolling here and there.

Moving noisily.

It’s easy to guess why he was caught by Jeong Ha-yul as soon as he came down from North Korea.

“Say ‘Kim Jong-il is a son of a bitch.’ Do it and I’ll spare you.”

“…You bastard, don’t dare speak the great leader’s name so carelessly!”

“Wow, you’re really holding out.”

Offering to spare his life with just one word.

It’s hard to understand why he can’t do it.

I survived by cursing Lee Ha-yoon and Jeong Ha-yul by the side of the 12 Apostles…

…Let’s not delve into that, it’s making me feel inferior to a villain and it’s painful.

“Your face looks so familiar… Ah, it resembles that woman who barely caught me before.”

“Shut up! You bastard! Curry takes 3 minutes, a rabbit takes 3 seconds, but you got caught in 1 second!”

Our Demon King remembers even the insignificant premature villain because it was fun to subdue him in 1 second.

But where is this nonsense coming from!

“Shut up! You bastard! I’ll shoot you with this hunting rifle!”

“…!”

If it’s a bullet designed for the Awakened, it’s dangerous.

A bullet lodged in the skin would disrupt the flow of magic power.

And it’s a hunting rifle?

Each small lead bullet would take forever to remove.

And in the meantime, I’d have to deal with Lee Cheol-jin’s attacks.

Quickly creating a shield with telekinesis, crouching to minimize my size…

….

And nothing happened.

Looking up, Lee Cheol-jin was gone.

“This bastard…”

He toyed with me and ran away.

Thinking about it, where would a recently escaped prisoner get a hunting rifle?

And a hunting rifle with bullets for the Awakened?

It’s a product that would be hard for even me to obtain.

It’s just Lee Cheol-jin.

As soon as I detected his magic power, I saw a large figure running away quickly.

I followed him immediately.

***

Having escaped from Jeong Gyeoul, Lee Cheol-jin changed directions sixteen times and ran aimlessly.

He hid in an unnamed warehouse and let out a sigh of relief.

He had run for quite a while and changed directions randomly to create confusion, so he thought he wouldn’t be found.

“What kind of woman is that strong? Thanks to the spirit of the people and the care of our leader, I escaped safely. I must return and report this as soon as possible…”

“What fact? Tell me too!”

“Of course, it’s that monster stronger than Jeong Ha-yul… Ugh!”

Until he entered this place, there was no presence.

A soliloquy in a place where he was alone.

A question came from a place where no answer should have been.

Lee Cheol-jin was startled as if he had seen a ghost.

“You, you, you, how did you!”

“I thought you were flirting with me, spreading magic power everywhere. Guess not.”

Behind Lee Cheol-jin.

About two stories high.

On top of numerous product boxes packed tightly.

Jeong Gyeoul was sitting.

“I don’t know how you found me, but you’re hastening your death…”

“What are you talking about.”

As Jeong Gyeoul reached out her hand, Lee Cheol-jin couldn’t continue speaking.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

She had sealed his lips with telekinesis.

Whoosh—

Immediately after, she pulled Lee Cheol-jin with telekinesis.

And lightly tapped the back of his neck.

As if playing a game of ‘guess which hand.’

The magic power flowing through her fingers pressed Lee Cheol-jin’s carotid artery.

An ordinary human would faint in about 7-14 seconds when the carotid artery is pressed.

But being S-Class, Lee Cheol-jin lasted about a minute before fainting.

As Lee Cheol-jin fell, Jeong Gyeoul jumped down from the boxes.

It was such a light landing that you couldn’t imagine she was two stories high.

No small vibrations, no scattered dust.

As delicate as a cat.

After landing, she lifted Lee Cheol-jin with telekinesis.

She thought about going back and burying him somewhere near Bohyeonsan.

But since she had to go to the Association to eat anyway.

She thought there was no need to make the Association staff come all the way to Paju to collect him.

In the end, she decided to take him to the Association herself.

‘It’s definitely not because I feel sorry for destroying the Academy building. Really.’

***

Three rolls of kimbap, two lunch boxes, three hamburgers.

I… am ruined.

Now it’s embarrassing to even call myself a big eater.

I don’t even qualify to be called a glutton.

Those who know me, from now on, call me a light eater.

Occasionally, passing staff glance at me.

Please stop those cold glances!

Stop it!

That’s visual violence…

With those looks that seem to blame me for eating so little.

I feel inferior and miserable.

No matter how much I eat lightly, I can’t get used to it.

How do those micro light eaters who eat less than me even live?

I heard there are nano light eaters who can’t even eat a whole banana at once.

It’s a life I can’t even imagine.

After eating a peach.

I feel like my stomach is gradually shrinking.

Will there come a day when I go from ordinary light eating to micro and then nano light eating?

If that day comes, I will surely fall into depression.

Maybe I’ll even become a villain from the shock.

‘Is this all I can eat! You guys are lucky to eat so much!’

While grabbing someone and making them eat all day.

The villain name is Food Torture.

I’ll become a villain who forces people to eat until their stomachs burst….

 

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