Ending Salvation [Joongdok]

4. Pocket Watch

I was chosen by constellations as the protagonist of the ruined world as an incarnation. I'll share my strategies for surviving without being the protagonist all the way through to the end and obtaining your wish fulfilled.

If the chosen protagonist finally reaches the end with the survivors, he would be rewarded, but the survivors would not.

"What the fuck-?" Kim Dokja spoke forward, his voice cracking as he read each phrase aloud.

His mind attempts to cooperate fully with the information that the book was pouring out; some of the words written in Greek may be difficult to read and grasp, but he takes his time comprehending them flawlessly without missing anything crucial out.

He took a seat on the small couch inside the hob's mini library, which is undoubtedly where Aileen studies and works by herself, and gathered enough information about them for himself before deciding to embark on his voyage to meet them, which he had prepared all by himself without relying on others.

He groaned softly as he massaged his forehead, feeling slightly fatigued. He reads the book with his legs crossed and his coat strewn across the floor, oblivious to the mess he's caused around him.

He displayed all of his thoughts and feelings while reading the book, complaining to himself whenever there was any utterly ridiculous information, chuckling whenever there was a piece of slightly enjoyable information about Secretive Plotter failures written in the book, and his reddish-brown almond eyes shone brightly the entire time he read in excitement.

Reading books is and has been his mania

The hob eyed Kim Dokja with a soft smile on his face "Aren't you becoming overly engrossed in the book? You completely disregarded my knock on the door"

He sighed and dumped a mouthful of cookies on the dingy counter.

Kim Dokja flinched, placing his right hand on his chest, and exhaling the air he had already been holding. He coughed, a flush creeping up his white skin, rendering it a rich crimson as wine.

"You should have knocked before coming in."

"Haven't I told you that I did knock, but you seemed to be in your own world with the book?"

"I'm sorry my bad." His head was bowed down, not wanting to display his flushed face, and his low voice flattered at the end, awkwardly nibbling down on the cookie.

The hob let forth a tired groan.

"Aileen has arrived."

Kim Dokja shot up as fast as lightning, stared straightforwardly into the hob's exhausted, monolid-shaped eyes.

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"Are you the demon king that showed up here?" Aileen questioned out in perplexity, the so-called woman Aileen stared at Kim Dokja, who was flashing his smile towards her.

"I'll be more delighted if you call me by my name, Aileen," Kim Dokja spoke as he placed his right hand on his chest and bowed delicately.

"Or, rather, Your Highness Princess Aileen?" Kim Dokja's devious grin was plastered on his face as he glanced at Aileen's dumbfounded expression in response to what Kim Dokja demanded.

"As I was saying, I'm sure in an area where creatures live, it's rare to see any human because the lone human seems to have royal blood," he added.

The hob was just quietly observing the entire communication from the kitchen, noting how Aileen's expression was absolute fury and astonishment hearing each word Kim Dokja uttered.