Solo Leveling : Sung Jin-Woo x Cha Hae-In (English Version)

Dream Ryusei

"So you're telling me the fucking ant even have fucking healing power? The hell?"

Ha ha. Ha ha. Ha ha. I'm really feeling like bursting in an hysterical fit of laughter right now. Of course, it HAD to be the ant.

No but I knew it, I knew it. I saw it coming. I didn't drop the story ever since the GIANT-ANTS-LOCKED-UP-ON-AN-ISLAND-EATING-PEOPLE-AND-VERY-SOON-THERE'LL-BE-THE-ULTIMATE-ANT Arc for no reason.

Still, I had hope. Hope that using the ending spoilers, a quick trip would be enough to fulfill the mission without no interaction with a stupid ant.

"But no no, the main character idiot HAD to be a necromancer idiot immortalizing whatever he comes across," I burst out, pointing an accusing finger at said idiot. "Seriously. Good ol' extermination, period! No more talks about chimer- hem, MONSTRUOUS GIANT ANTS. Was it too much to ask?"

An awkward silence follows my speech. The protagonist's eyes linger on my face, before moving to my pointing finger, then back to my face. There's something vaguely insulting about his expression of blasé surprise...

I cross my arms with every intention to shoot him my most unimpressed stare. I can glare at people too, duh.

Unfortunately for me, there's that drop of sweat running down his jaw, then his throat, to his collarbon and gczrkhgrzkjhgcrazkjhgczarfg

Tch.

I turn away coughing. This is a married man (to be), no thirsting after taken men. That's CHEATING.

"Okay, well, I'm sorry," I mumble. "Didn't mean to be rude, I just personally hate overly talented and madeningly adaptable humanoïd ant kings in general, y'know, there's some bad blood between me and them. My old man blowing himself up to kill one and all that..." I sigh deeply, before correcting. "Well, when I say my old man, I don't mean my old man, but more like, hem, the gramps who adopted me? Well, Adopted, not adopted, like, doting-spoiling, rather adopted like, working me to the bone since my childhood."

Well, in fact it's much more complicated than that. But just as I open my mouth to go into the details of my personal history with President Netero, I realize that, well, I'd better NOT go into the details of my personal history. So I close my mouth (in a single, fishlike movement) and blink thrice.

"Erm, I'm kinda rambling now, aren't I? Yeah, clearly. We were just at the part when you're very upset, very pissed and interrogating me. What was the question again?"

The main character –greatttt Sung Jin-Woo that he is– raise a hand to his face (to rub his temples or to wipe his sweat, one of the two, probably. I can't really tell, since I'm being extra careful to only see him out of the corner of my eye).

"First, who the hell are you?"

Who am I? Ah!

I start laughing. I can see his face harden, but I can't help it, he wouldn't understand either way. I could tell him my identity has no importance whatsoever since my story isn't coming out anytime soon, or ever. I could tell him. I won't.

"what a lack of creativity," I complain. "Seriously. It's always 'Who are you?', 'Identify yourself right now!' or 'Are you a part of x group of enemies?'. Never any 'How are you? Did you have time to get lunch?' Yes, thanks, I threw it all up because of the interdimensional travel, it was nice of you to ask."

A dramatical pause. The glare Sung Jin-Woo is shooting at me is growing more and more threatening, just as the air gets colder and colder, sharply cold. I swallow.

"Well, I mean," i add, hiding my nervousness the best I can, I don't think my identity is really the matter here. The only thing that matters to you here, is getting the Cup of Reincarnation back." I try to conclude with a confident smile, but the giant ant roar threateningly and step toward me, and instantly I curl up on myself.