Regressor Instruction Manual Chapter 801: The Last (34)

Chapter 801: The Last (34)

Watching him sweat entertained me. I expected that he was under stress, but it seemed that he was more driven into a corner than I thought.
-Who are you?
It was sweet watching him look around continuously. I didn’t think he would grab the demon’s hand right away, but just seeing him confused made me laugh.
However, the mission of light to rule out evil was, fuck, constantly injecting endorphins in me.
‘I’m in the process of executing justice.’
The light never moved due to personal emotions. Everything was for the continent.
‘I am the continent.’
Seeing that he was holding the chair’s armrest, breathing wildly, and constantly squeezing his head, he seemed to be suspicious of whether there was a problem with his mind.
Perhaps he was judging the current situation in his own way and might be wondering what the voice just now was or why that happened to him.
Primarily, he might think it was caused by accumulated fatigue.
Song Sookyung was exhausted due to excessive mental energy consumption. He might be thinking that was why he heard hallucinations, especially since there had been many accidents recently.
Those who signed contracts with demons tended to start similarly. Perhaps Jin Qing thought the same way when he heard Belial’s voice.
Naturally, it was better to approach him slowly and wear out his mind, but honestly, I didn’t want to do that.
‘That would take too long.’
I wished he would quickly sign a contract with a demon.
After washing his face with cold water, he looked in the mirror and wondered what he saw reflected in the darkroom.
-What… is this…
Unable to believe it, there were doubts in his expression.
He wasn’t an idiot. Considering the hints I had given so far, there was no way he didn’t know what the abnormal phenomenon occurring in his body meant.
-It… can’t be.
‘What do you mean? That’s what it is. It’s a little hard at first, but you’ll get used to everything.’
-No way…
People appeared just in time and opened the door. The startled Song Sookyung became wary of them.
-Song Sookyung.
-Wait… Wait a minute…
-It looks like you’re not in good condition… Should I call a priest?
-No. I’m fine. I am…
-I thought you were training, but… It’s better not to overdo it today… Shouldn’t you take a little break?
-I want to be alone for a minute.
-I’m sorry?
-I want everyone out.
The way he breathed, he wouldn’t seem normal to anyone, but they nodded all the same. It wouldn’t be strange if they got goosebumps upon seeing some guy panting in a dim space.
I was worried that the Song Villain might try to find out the problem by going to the statue in the temple, but as expected, the guy chose to keep his mouth shut.
“It’s obvious.”
There was no way he could tell another god to solve the problem.
It wasn’t easy for him to confess that he seemed to have a demon in his body, and even if he did, there was no guarantee that he would be able to drive the demon out. Rather, he’d be lucky he didn’t get provoked by it.
Even if that wasn’t the case, he probably thought he could solve the problem on his own.
He was a believer of the sunset light, after all. He left in a hurry with trembling legs. I heard voices calling out to him as he started to run in a hurry. He didn’t respond.
After he entered his room, he immediately locked the door and then knocked on a large bookshelf.
A door to a secret room opened, he went down a large flight of stairs until he was met by a small stone chamber and various objects in the room illuminated by a few small candles.
‘You psychopathic bastard. Fuck, I knew it.’
-Oh, God. Oh, Messiah.
A large statue stood in front of him. It looked awkward, almost as if he carved it himself. No, it looked okay at first glance, but…
‘Han Sora… is definitely different.’
I thought I had just witnessed what the difference between ordinary people and craftsmen was.
Although I could see Kim Hyunsung in its overall picture, I could say that calling it Kim Hyunsung was an insult to our regressor. He did a great job with the body, but the face had no resemblance at all.
Originally, a religious statue should contain sacredness, but there was no such sense emitting from it.
‘There’s no soul in it. It lacks effort.’
In addition to that, several items stood out.
A rosary that seemingly represented the god of sunset, a bible that seemed to have his history written down and some unknown objects were enshrined as if they were treasures. I couldn’t tell what that was all about.
He would have wanted to entrust its creation to a well-known sculptor, but who could he tell that to? Although our lovely regressor had wings and light, the divinity rising toward him wasn’t completely there.
The god of sunset hadn’t yet taken off the skin of the mortal world and didn’t deify himself like Jung Hayan.
The divinity that most of the continental people sent to Kim Hyunsung was far from perfect faith… and that was why Kim Hyunsung didn’t qualify.
There was a high possibility that the behavior of Song would only look to the public as crazy.
Of course, it could be viewed from a different perspective.
They could also think of a direction for Song Sookyung to establish the myth of sunset light and create a religion himself. Most myths and religions started like that.
However, there was no place for him.
‘It’s mine. Fuck.’
As I said earlier, I made the God of Sunset, and I completed him. Creating a church of sunset light was also…
“That’s my job, bastard.”
I had to be the one to do it. From start to finish, from one to ten, everything had to be done by my hands.
‘What should I do? Jihye, I guess I really am a control freak.’
-Oh, Messiah. I haven’t forsaken my faith in you, nor did I fall under the temptations of the wicked.
-…
-Just know that my beliefs have not changed. My faith will never change. No matter how tempting dirty people whisper using false voices, I will not heed their calls.
‘You think so?’
-As always, give me… give me strength. Please give me the strength to overcome this false voice.
‘Strength, my ass.’
It was funny to see him just muttering to a statue that had no power. Honestly, he only looked like an idiot.
Song, his hands clasped together, lifted his body after a long time, seemingly a little relieved as if he thought his prayers worked, but that was more of an act of comforting himself.
The demon, who had penetrated his weak spot, was still stuck in his heart, and even at this moment, he was looking for a chance to weaken him.
In fact, I couldn’t even call it a spot because that bastard had been driven into a corner from the start.
“Hyejin, are you ready?”
-Yes. I am, but… you’re already watching. I’m in front of the headquarters of the New Continental Protection and Management Committee. I got permission to come for training, and I also brought Ye-ri…
“Just tell her to follow you. I want to see how far they’re willing to go.”
-Ye-ri doesn’t look happy.
“It’s just the way I wanted.”
-I don’t know what you’re plotting, but… Hayan seems to have found a clue.
“Is that true?”
-I don’t think she’s certain yet, but I’ve been told that she’s confident she can trace the portal back. If it weren’t for her strange missionary activities, it would have gone a little faster, but…
“Please tell her to keep working on it.”
-If Hayan gets a clue, will we be able to meet Jihye?
“Yes. That’s the purpose of her duty in the first place. Well, even if it weren’t for her weird actions, it would have still taken longer. It seems that Lee Jihye is scattering puzzles little by little. What was discovered in the place where there was an anomaly played an important role, right?”
-I was told that it might have taken longer if it weren’t for that.
‘You could have given it all at once.’
-Surely… it would be fortunate if it was true that Jihye’s consciousness, which still remains, is showing us the way…
“Jihye seems to be doing well. Anyway, let’s go in. Have you and Ye-ri talked over this already?”
As I turned my gaze, Kim Ye-ri, showing an unpleasant expression, stood out.
She looked like she was forced to come and didn’t seem to like that she was in such a place right now.
‘Right. She’s naturally annoyed.’
Our kiddo. Our little kiddo who grew up in the Blue. Kim Ye-ri. She pretended she didn’t like me, but she secretly did. On behalf of the regressor who left the house, I raised her.
I exaggerated a little, but I wasn’t wrong.
She hung out with Park Deokgu and Ahn Ki-mo now, but it wasn’t like that in her early days.
Considering that Kim Ye-ri was one of the saddest when I died, it was understandable that she was reacting like that now. It was obvious what Kim Ye-ri would think of the villain, who suddenly appeared and tried to take my place. With her temper, she wouldn’t feel satisfied even if she mutilated him with a dagger.
She was so close to Cho Hyejin, but she seemed a bit uncomfortable. I couldn’t help but think that she wouldn’t have liked that she was forced to come even after saying she didn’t want to.
-I said I didn’t want to, unnie.
-This is the Vice Guild Master’s will, Ye-ri. Don’t say anything rude now.
-I don’t like it. Who does he think he is? What is the New World Protection and Management Committee? It’s annoying.
‘Don’t do that only behind my back. Say that to my face.’
-I don’t like that I’m helping with that person’s training.
-…
-The only one who can do that is the uncle. He seems to be imitating him, and it’s annoying.
This wasn’t an appropriate example, but for Kim Ye-ri now, the situation would feel like a situation where a stepmother or stepfather appeared.
As if she was telling me that my guess was correct, Kim Ye-ri grabbed her dagger and spun around. She didn’t even look in Song Sookyung’s eyes, who greeted Cho Hyejin.
He didn’t have a choice, either. Kim Hyunsung and Kim Ye-ri had different levels, but it was true that she developed strength under Kim Hyunsung.
In fact, if I had to choose, the person who moved most similarly to Kim Hyunsung in the guild was Kim Ye-ri. That’s how much she resembled Kim Hyunsung.
Of course, Kim Ye-ri wouldn’t be considerate to such a guy.
‘My child is a bit strong.’
After she had a simple mock battle with the Song Villain, I could see her throwing the receiver from her ear.
“Ptooey!”
‘Isn’t a bit too much… to even spit? You look so rude.’
“Trash. Trash. Trash.”
She was stepped on the receiver that she threw. I didn’t know how to express it because anyone could see that she put a lot of emotion into that.
I expected she would be rough, but she expressed hostility to the extent that it exceeded my expectations.
“Trash! Trash! Trash!”
‘What should I do with this one? She’s becoming crooked.’
“You’re the worst! Worst! Trash! Trash! Trash!”
It looked like she was going through a late rebellious period.