Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 5)

Chapter 852: The Last (85)

'I'm glad he's not stupid.'

He had stolen the body while all the main troops were gone. Okay... I could praise him for that.

'How did he break through Hayan's magic?'

It couldn't have been that easy.

Someone must have given him some information. It would have been impossible to tell him how to dispell the magic, but he had planned the route in advance and even made an announcement about it.

Still, I was perplexed that he'd done this. Even though Jung Hayan was working in Laios, avoiding her eyes wouldn't have been easy. He might have had help from Belial. No, even so...

Right. The Song Villain had plenty of room, but I hadn't thought he would make his dream come true so openly as this.

He'd succeeded in surprising me with an ability that didn't suit him in the first place.

'But why now?'

Even I felt scared. To be honest, I was more afraid than before I got stabbed in the stomach.

Kim Hyunsung's face had become distorted. Tears continued to flow from him with so much intensity.

He was acting strangely, touching one of his eyes.

'He's feeling it.'

He couldn't see it, but I knew that he could feel it.

I had no choice but to look directly at Song Sookyung through the telescope.

I hadn't seen him in a long time, and he seemed dark. He looked like he had lost more weight than before and had gained a bloody aura.

I didn't know if it was because he had already been affected by the demon several times, but he didn't look normal.

His eyes appeared to be spinning, and his face was visibly glowing.

I felt like he was out of breath because of excitement. I didn't know if it was because of the joy that he could soon get closer to his god, but he was humming.

As he did so, he moved his hands.

Every time the red dripped from his hand onto the altar, I could see his body trembling.

Meanwhile, Kim Hyunsung continued to scream.

"Don't! Don't!"

It wasn't because it hurt. In the first place, perceptions weren't transmitted, and even if they were, there was no way Kim Hyunsung would scream for that reason.

He never even batted an eye at any wounds, so why would he whine about this?

"Damn... damn! Ahhh... ahh!"

The sight of him crying was surprising. It had to have felt as if the Regressor Instruction Manual had been cut off from his perspective.

He might feel like the external hard drive that had been plugged into his laptop was being pulled out. I didn't know if he was actually feeling that it was being cut off, but his reaction wasn't normal.

'Gosh, that's troublesome.'

"Hyunsung..."

I called his name desperately, but he didn't seem to respond. All his nerves were already focused on that.

The guy standing on the altar continued to hum a melody and paint in red.

The scene looked like a religious ceremony. It was a bit complicated to explain, though.

The solemn gestures and the atmosphere made his humming sound like gospel.

"Ah..."

Finally, he lifted the golden sphere.