She spoke respectfully, a nervous smile playing on her lips as she checked the patient records. "Please wait a moment. There are over 300 students who have been brought to the rehabilitation center in the past few days."
Seok said nothing, and the same was true for Yoreichi and Gray, who watched her search through the hospital's records.
Several minutes passed as she continued searching for the name Suho. A faint smile appeared on the attendant's face as she pointed to Suho's name.
She spoke with feigned happiness as she pointed the record towards Seok, which they both had been looking at. If they were just ordinary people, she would have insulted and expelled them, but they wouldn't have cared.
"Student Suho, 15 years old, elite combat class. He arrived on Thursday, May 28, 675. He is currently in Hall A, number 5, first floor."
Seok remained silent for several seconds before He heads towards the place where Soho is without saying a word.
"That filthy bastard who doesn't know anything about Troy," Gray says with obvious annoyance as he watches him disappear into the distance.
"Let's follow him before he causes trouble," Yorichi says sharply as he follows him. Gray runs right behind him, cursing Seok inside.
They have to catch up quickly to avoid any trouble, as Seok is like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any second. What happened on Jeju Island and what Soho told them was the biggest proof.
After several minutes, Seok is standing in front of Soho's room door, looking at him helplessly. He can't enter the room as if there's an invisible barrier preventing him.
Yorichi and Gray approach him, their faces clearly annoyed, but they don't say anything after noticing the regretful expression on Seok's face.
Then he... He opened the door without looking at them or saying anything, finding a beautiful and meticulously organized room, like a private suite in a five-star hotel, unlike the corridor and basement, which resembled a prison.
Despite this, he paid no attention, turning his gaze to Suho, who was fast asleep on his bed, showing no intention of waking. He noticed that Suho was tied to the bed and unable to get out.
He sat on a chair beside Suho's bed and gently stroked his hair as he recalled that fateful day.
Seok's gaze continued to search the area for Suho, who hadn't appeared for an hour.
While Seok was searching for Suho, his eyes met those of a young man lying on a nearby tree stump. The upper part of the tree was burned from a fire attack.
A look of shock crossed Seok's face as he looked at the young man and spoke with great difficulty, "Seok, is that you?"
"…"
Hearing no response, which only increased his anxiety. He immediately walked quickly towards the young man, who was lying motionless on the tree stump.
After passing Several minutes later, Seok reached the tree trunk.
He found a young man, Suho, lying in a pool of blood, his injuries numerous.
The flesh of his left cheek was gone, his teeth shattered, creating an unsightly scene. The flesh mixed with the teeth was something impossible to look at.
His right hand was completely mangled, barely recognizable as a hand. His body was riddled with wounds and fractures all over.
Seok collapsed before his childhood friend's lifeless body, his gaze heavy with despair. "Suho, are you dead? Just say something," he whispered.
"…"
No answer. Silence reigned for several seconds before Suho's body began to vanish like a golden mist.
Seok's pupils shrunk to the size of pins as he watched his friend disappear before him, powerless.
Tears began to stream from his dark eyes as he watched the last vestige of his friend vanish without a word.
He couldn't utter a single word; every word that escaped his lips was… All he could do was look, like any useless person.
"I'm truly sorry. I didn't want this to happen. When you died, we wanted to become stronger, to lift our families out of poverty. But you died, turned to golden mist. Why? Why does this always mean something?"
"People live in luxury, doing whatever they want, and we're just toys they play with and throw away when they're bored. It's only because we were born poor that we can't even fill our stomachs."
Seok sighed deeply, trying to clear his mind, when he heard Suho's heart pounding like a drum, making him realize something was wrong.
Suho opened his eyes wide, screaming as he grabbed Seok's hand tightly. "You're the cause of all the misfortunes that have befallen me! You were in them all! You're the curse that brought me misery into my life!"
Shock registered on Seok's face as he listened to Suho's words, who was barely conscious.
The doctors rushed in immediately after hearing Suho's loud scream and found both Gree, Ryu, and Seok. Inside his room, which surprised them.
The doctor in charge among them escorted them out after injecting Suho with a sedative, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.
"I don't know how you got into such a dangerous facility, but Seok's condition is extremely serious. He died a horrific death, and on top of that, the shock of his death is still affecting him."
"And it seems he responded negatively to you, Mr. Seok. Therefore, if you consider him a close friend, it's best not to visit him for the next four months, as his mental and emotional state is completely unstable."
"Nevertheless, he will be able to study within the next year. However, he won't be the same Suho you know. Death changes many people."
None of them interrupted the doctor, as they understood that what he was saying was true and they had to accept reality as it was.
Yoriichi turned his gaze to Seok, gently patting his back. "Don't be sad. He'll be fine..."
Yoriichi fell silent, looking at Seok's face, so angry that his eyes had turned dark and black. Two scarlets in his eyes.
However, at the same time, they felt his strength increase significantly. Seok was half-cursed by psychological trauma, and what had happened to him moments before was a shock he experienced after hearing Suho's words—a shock he couldn't easily overcome.
Both Grey Roichi and Seok left immediately without saying anything. The situation was too tense for them to speak for fear of complicating matters.
"I will kill them. I will kill them all. Everyone who contributed to this will die, since they didn't participate in the fight against the Goblin Cavlior ruler."
"It proves one thing: that they"The professors did that to him because they weren't obligated to fight at that time," Seok thought to himself as he headed out of the rehabilitation center.
Grey handed him a cold drink, which confused Seok. When had they left the rehabilitation center? How had they gotten to the center of Gimsburg?
He realized he'd been lost in thought for a long time, unable to focus on his surroundings.
He downed the cold drink Grey gave him in one gulp, letting out a long, forced exhalation of false relief that would soon vanish.
Grey spoke calmly, in a way Seok never expected, snapping him out of his reverie. "You want revenge on those people... The only ones who can help you are Gowther McAteer or the famous detective Tai Hoon from the great Tai clan."
Seok was somewhat surprised by Grey's words, yet he found himself agreeing. Gowther McAteer was the heir to the McAteer Duchy.
The Tai clan was considered the second most dangerous The intelligence organization, after the McAteer family in the human world, also possessed the most famous detective in the Tae-hoon world.
Therefore, he felt conflicted. Both options seemed viable, but at the same time, relying on himself seemed better, as he wouldn't be able to kill them with his own hands.
The Tae clan would cite a law that would punish them, stating he had no right to kill them. And the McAteer duchess would kill them outright if they uncovered any information about moral corruption or past crimes.
So, in either case, he wouldn't be able to achieve his revenge as he wished.
He spoke calmly as he turned a cup into a small paper ball. "I don't need either of them. I'll take my revenge with my own two hands. I don't just consider Suho my friend, but my brother. He's the only person who has been by my side my whole life, so revenge for him would be only natural."
Neither Grye nor Roichi said anything after hearing Seok's opinion.
They decided to continue their journey towards the Sunday restaurants. 12:56 was a perfect time to grab a bite to eat. What?
As they wandered, they stopped at a fortune-teller's tent belonging to Sirk.
Grey spoke with a small smile, gesturing inside the tent. "What do you think about going in to find out our futures?"
They both looked at him for a few seconds before completely ignoring him and continuing on their way. This annoyed Grey greatly as he headed towards them.
Not because they refused his request, but because they completely ignored him as if he were just a small child talking.
Then they heard a fortune-teller's voice calling them from inside the tent. "Grey de Molière, Roichi de Molière, and Seok, why don't you come and talk for a bit?"
They all entered the tent to find a young man in his twenties with short black hair that reached his neck and dark, sultry eyes, looking at them with a small smile.
He was wearing fortune-telling clothes and held a glass orb in his hands.
"How are you, Mr. Seok? I heard from a bird that you want to know who killed you." "Your friend Suho, isn't he?" the fortune teller said calmly, his eyes half-closed.
Seok sat down in a chair next to the fortune teller, his gaze filled with a desire to know who was responsible for what was happening to Suho.
However, before he could say anything, Yoriichi spoke sharply, breaking the tension that had filled the room. "First, I want to know your name, fortune teller."
The fortune teller's smile widened as he listened to Yoriichi's words. He spoke in a calm tone, his gaze sly and confident, which made everyone feel uneasy.
"My name is Maximus, and they call me Amon. It's a pleasure to meet you. However, since it's my first day working at your circus, I'll make it free. Isn't that a tempting offer?"
Seok's eyes narrowed as he listened to Amon's words, which were suspicious. Nevertheless, he decided to ignore it, considering it a common tactic used by new fortune tellers to gain clients by offering a chance to try out, spread their image around, and earn large sums of money.
"Well, I..." "So, who are the people who killed Suho?" Seok's voice was calm as he looked at Amon intently, trying to detect any tricks.
However, everything seemed normal, which gradually eased his apprehension.
Amon broke the silence, saying, "On the first day of a major event at the Hero's Statue, rats will gather to mock a dead trickster."
Seok remained silent for several seconds before rising from his chair, his expression indicating that he understood Amon's meaning.
They left afterward, as neither Gryi nor Roichi had any intention of listening to him.
Murta spoke again, his tone calm yet serious, "To move forward into the future, you must know the past. Dreams are sometimes gateways to hidden truths."
Shock registered on Yorichi and Gryi's faces as they listened to Amon's words. They returned to find that no one was inside the tent.
Their expressions were filled with confusion and bewilderment at how he had vanished so quickly. Speed
"What are you doing here? Entering someone's workplace when they're not there!"
All eyes turned towards the woman's voice, clearly annoyed, as she shouted.
His expression shifted from annoyance to fear; she was yelling at two members of the de Molière family.
She bowed, apologizing, her voice trembling with fear. "I'm sorry. I thought someone had come to steal the fortune-telling tools. They're expensive and have been stolen several times."
None of them responded to the fortune-telling's pleas. They were still reeling from the shock of Amon's disappearance.
Grey was holding his phone, which contained a picture taken as soon as they entered.
He spoke quietly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Is there someone named Maximus whom you call Amon?"
Confusion flickered across the fortune-telling's face as she looked at them and spoke. Answering Gray's question, she said, "No, there's no one by that name."
Seok and Yorichi's eyes narrowed as they listened to her words, and Gray handed her a picture of Amon.
She looked at it for a few seconds before speaking, quite flustered, "Remember, there was someone named Maximus, but he died five months ago from an illness and was buried."
"That's why it's impossible for him to be here. If you hadn't taken a picture of him, I would have thought you were joking. Maximus was a reclusive young man who liked to be alone in his free time, so I forgot about him so quickly. I apologize for that, but we don't call him by any name."
Seok sighed deeply and left, confident that his articleAmon was genuine and held no deceit, and Yurichi and Gray's reactions were the biggest proof of that.
"It's best if we leave. I don't feel comfortable here," Seok said, sounding confused and suspicious, as he left the tent, ignoring the fortune teller.
As they were leaving, Gray spoke apologetically before departing. "Sorry for bothering you."
A sly smile appeared on a woman's face as she watched them leave. "It's alright. It was quite enjoyable meeting you, you..."
Gri, Yurichi, and Seok were a few meters away from the fortune teller's tent.
Yurichi spoke curiously, recalling what had happened inside the tent. "What do you think about going back to the fortune teller and asking her?"
Seok and Gray agreed to the suggestion, still curious to know the truth.
Gri asked as he walked back, "What do you want to ask a fortune teller about?"
With Their peace didn't last long, however, as they couldn't find the fortune-teller's tent at all; it was as if it had never existed.
Not even two minutes had passed since they left the tent when it suddenly vanished. This made them realize that the woman had been working with that person named Amon.
Despite this, a faint smile appeared on Gray's face as he looked at his phone and saw a picture of that woman.
This caused both Seok and Yorichi to look at him suspiciously, which greatly annoyed Gray.
"No, it fell from my phone a few days ago and started taking pictures automatically, so I didn't plan to take a picture of Amon and that fortune-teller."
They then went to one of their friends, Sirk, to show him the picture of Maximus and the fortune-teller.
He spoke with shock and disbelief. Despite this, they realized that if anyone else believed him, they would laugh at them.
"Yes, I know both Maximus, who loved solitude in his free time, and his sister, the fortune teller Lori, but they died five months ago in an accident while preparing your circus for Sunday's festival."
"So it seems someone has been deceiving us after all," Yorichi's voice held a hint of annoyance.
He left immediately, leaving the other man in shock at what he had witnessed: two people supposedly dead, buried alive.
This made them realize that someone had easily deceived them, yet had also offered advice and assistance.
This only deepened their confusion, as they couldn't fathom his true motives. Amon was a name none of them would ever forget.
They continued on their way to the restaurant they had decided to visit before entering the fortune teller's tent and being deceived by Amon.
Meanwhile, at the Sultan's House restaurant, everyone was eating, trying to forget what had just happened.
"So, will you believe that person or not?" Yoreichi asked, taking a bite of meat.
Seok turned to him with unwavering resolve. "Yes, I believe him. He managed to deceive us so easily, which makes him even more credible because no one does things without a reason, even if it seems illogical."
"As you wish. But remember, whoever plays with fire will get burned."
Seok didn't say anything to refute Yoreichi's words. He knew this well: whoever kills will one day be killed, and whoever oppresses will one day be oppressed. That's life; every action has a reaction, no matter how long it takes.
He placed a spoon on the table, his gaze calm yet tinged with murderous intent and a determination to do the impossible.
He spoke in a calm and serious tone, "I did many things in my life when I was both a curse and a human. I was a ruler." "Curses have plagued us for 2000 years, and millions have died at the hands of humans, mostly for selfish reasons. Killing a few people won't make much of a difference."
Discomfort was evident on both their faces as they listened to his words.
However, they realized that Seok was not someone to be taken lightly; he was a being who would do anything for his own interests and goals. He would become a monster if they made him their enemy.
This made them pity those he would seek revenge on, as he had killed his enemies in incredibly gruesome ways.