Luka wanted to argue further, but the demon beside him had already disappeared without a sound and the force restraining him vanished as well as if everything had only been an illusion.
He picked up the phone left on the bench.
In the memo, the ritual for making a deal with a demon was written clearly.
An unmanned crossroads.
Strange symbols that could not be understood.
Hair, blood, or other parts of the summoner's body.
It was real!
This was not his hallucination!
Luka stood there in a daze as he gripping the phone.
What should he do? Should he tell his wife?
If his wife really went to make a deal with a demon, would she encounter this same demon? This demon… would he tell him… that he had chosen not to save him?
If he told him… then he…
Luka had no idea that his wife had just been awakened by a gust of cold wind and was now staring blankly at the contents of a note by her pillow…
The hospital at night was far too quiet and deserted.
Woo Manyeo did not want to cause patients to scream and create too much commotion.
So after posting online using a human's phone, he entered the hospital and slipped small notes detailing the demon summoning ritual beside the pillows of sleeping patients in the intensive care ward.
As long as he did not choose to reveal himself, humans could not see him.
Silent and unnoticed, like someone pasting annoying lock-opening advertisements.
Once a high-level executive, he had now become a street promoter, yet he felt no dissatisfaction.
He believed this was only temporary and that he would definitely rise again and reach the position he desired.
The patients in the cancer ward were emaciated, lying alone in intensive care rooms.
Some patients' family members sat in the hospital's waiting area, staring blankly at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
Because his soul had transformed into that of a demon, Woo Manyeo's ability to empathize had greatly diminished.
His first reaction was not sympathy, but curiosity.
He was curious how many family members would be willing to sacrifice themselves for their loved ones and how many patients would be willing to sell their souls just to live a few more years.
He had not been transformed for long, so he could still clearly remember all the feelings he had when he was human.
Having no family, he had always believed that people would be willing to give everything for their family and loved ones.
Now it seemed that was not entirely the case.
Movies and television were all nonsense.
There were not that many people who would truly sacrifice themselves for others.
One note after another, recording the ritual for making deals with demons, appeared in people's pockets, drifted onto hospital corridors, and was picked up by passersby.
He had already begun to look forward to the moment when the gate of hell would light up once again.
Woo Manyeo's figure vanished from the hospital and in a flash appeared in the gambling city of Brithelm.