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“What are you trying to do! Ugh, mmpf!”
He hadn’t even covered his mouth.
He was merely pointing his fingertips, not even his palm, toward his mouth.
Nonetheless, Ki Hee-young couldn’t speak, as if his mouth were blocked.
A faint light flowed out from the spiritual thread that sewed his lips.
“Mmmpf!”
“Stay still.”
The Demon God remained in a relaxed attitude.
From his fingertips, Aura rose as thin as a thread.
The ominous and terrifying strand of Aura swayed, exploring the surroundings, and soon headed toward Ki Hee-young’s mouth.
Sizzle!
The moment the Demon God’s Aura touched the thread of the restriction, a burning sound flowed out.
Even this sound was not heard by Ki Hee-young himself or the CEO beside him.
Since only the Demon God was listening.
“Is it not refreshing?”
“Mmh?”
Unlike the burning sound, Ki Hee-young felt no pain at all.
Just as the Demon God said, he was even experiencing a sort of refreshing sensation.
“Uh.”
He stopped resisting.
He waited quietly as he sat on the bed.
“It is all done. I do not know who did it, but why did they sew it up so tightly?”
The Demon God soon lowered his hand.
– Excuse me! Is something wrong in Room 302?
Perhaps having heard Ki Hee-young’s shout earlier, the nurse spiked her head through the door of Room 302.
The Demon God stared at Ki Hee-young without a word.
After a moment, he answered.
“No. I just misunderstood something. Nothing is wrong.”
“Is it true that nothing is wrong?”
“Yes, of course. See.”
Ki Hee-young shrugged his shoulders, and the CEO and the Demon God also stared at the nurse nonchalantly.
In the end, she also turned around and vanished.
“How is it?”
Ki Hee-young stared at the Demon God with eyes as if looking at an amazing existence.
It felt refreshing near his mouth.
Not only that, but it also felt as if the fog dimly covering a corner of his head had cleared.
His mind became a bit clearer.
“What did you do to me?”
“It is nothing much.”
To break a restriction, a spell formula or incantation fitting that restriction is required.
It wasn’t something that would vanish this easily.
But because he was the Demon God.
“There was something there, so I roughly swept it away.”
There are few spell methods that can withstand the Demon God’s Aura.
Specifically, even more so if it is a spell method belonging to darkness.
This much was an easy task.
The CEO, who was quietly watching, opened his mouth.
“It seems you did something, Sun-woo, but I do not know what you did, though.”
“Even that memory will become dim. Therefore, do not think deeply.”
“Ah, is that so?”
The Demon God’s status and the gods’ correction take effect.
This memory will soon not remain.
Even now, the CEO merely agreed with the Demon God’s words and moved on.
“Rather than that, CEO, continue the questioning.”
“Yeah, shall I?”
A simple change of topic.
Not to mention the CEO, even Ki Hee-young’s attention returned to the question.
“Now, so what happened to you, Actor Ki Hee-young? Why did you reject CEO Kim Seung-jae’s proposal and cross over to another company?”
“Ah, that story.”
Ki Hee-young nodded and recalled his memory for a moment—
“At the time, there was a counseling center I visited.”
The counseling center was a place he visited for mental management as an actor.
In the beginning, he visited with a pleasant mind as he got along well with the counselor too.
But from some day, it changed.
The counselor’s words became more direct and directive.
Ki Hee-young himself felt as if he had no choice but to listen to the counselor’s words.
‘A familiar method?’
The pattern is identical to the counselor of the healing center.
‘Did they already create their method at that point? And they passed it down exactly to the counselor of the healing center.’
The Demon God gathered his eyebrows toward his glabella.
“So?”
“At the end, the counselor recommended another company. No, he forced it.”
Ki Hee-young, who was manipulated like that, ended up going to another company.
“Not many memories from that place remain. Strange, isn’t it? Even though my head is extremely clear right now, I cannot recall them?”
“That is bound to be so.”
“?”
Just as memories related to the Demon God disappear, they must have touched Ki Hee-young’s memories too.
However, they probably couldn’t handle it naturally and cleanly like the gods or the Demon God.
The remaining memories must have been covered by a restriction they set up.
“Now, it is a service.”
The Demon God spread his palm once again.
This time too, the demonic Aura headed toward Ki Hee-young.
A different feeling from earlier.
Comfort enveloped Ki Hee-young. It was the comfort that the Demon God’s fans felt whenever they entered a deep sleep.
“Ah….”
“Gather the fragments of memory. Comfortably, and so as not to be cut by the fragments.”
Ki Hee-young grew blank as if asleep, half-closing his eyes.
Even so, his pupils moved busily left and right as if searching for something.
“A star tattoo—”
A star tattoo?
In that company?
But the Demon God did not intervene.
Thanks to that, he came to hear an important fact subsequently.
“It was amazing because the tattoo was visible, then invisible—”
It’s not visible all the time?
If so, is that a tattoo?
No.
‘A “brand” that reveals its appearance under specific conditions.’
A brand is a kind of contract seal.
A contract to subordinate even the soul in exchange for receiving power from an existence superior to oneself.
The Demon God did not like a free existence subordinating their soul, so it was a method he did not prefer much.
If giving strength, just giving it was the Demon God’s way.
He did not even place a brand on his familiars.
However, this was not the end.
“He was a reporter, and it was also amazing that he frequently went in and out of the company—”
The profession of the star tattoo, namely the star brand, made its appearance.
Ki Hee-young’s eyelids, who had spoken up to here, trembled, and at some moment, he opened his eyes wide.
“A reporter?”
“Yes? What did I say?”
Was that the end.
Ki Hee-young looked noticeably tired before he knew it.
The Demon God also lowered his outstretched hand.
Within the deep night provided by the Demon God, Ki Hee-young did his best to pull out the fragments of memory.
“Well done. Thou hast strived tremendously with just this much.”
The Demon God also nodded with satisfaction, but.
“Wait a moment.”
“?”
Ki Hee-young falteringly opened a drawer of the nightstand beside the bed.
“I do not know how I lived until today failing to remember that this was here. Ah, it is here, it is.”
He pulled out a photo from the cluttered drawer.
“Huh? The top is torn?”
Holding out the photo while tilting his head.
A composition like a family photo.
In the chair in front sits a young Ki Hee-young.
Behind him, two adult men are standing to his left and right.
One person has smooth hands.
“One person is the director of the company I contracted with.”
“Director?”
“Actually, it seemed he was more of the real power than the CEO. I don’t know where he went, though.”
“It is fine not to know.”
And on the other person’s hand, a star was faintly glowing.
“Perhaps because of poor lighting, the tattoo is glowing. That person is the reporter. What was his name? I do not remember.”
“That is also fine.”
Only the height could be estimated from the photo.
But the clues were gathering.
Above all, the Demon God’s intuition was speaking.
That person has not left the vicinity of the entertainment industry.
Having created such elaborate methods, he wouldn’t have gone elsewhere.
Promoting as an idol, he is bound to run into him.
The ones who even artificially manufacture evil spirits.
“I shall be able to taste quite various things.”
Grape flavor and strawberry flavor are good, but.
the taste of spiritual energy left behind by a dissipated evil spirit was the flavor the Demon God preferred.
Gulp.
May they appear quickly.
Gulp, gulp.
“Sun-woo?”
“Ah, I was briefly imagining something.”
At the CEO’s words, the Demon God snapped out of it.
“Sun-woo, then shall we return now?”
“No, is there not the original purpose.”
“Hm?”
The Demon God threw the final question to Ki Hee-young.
“Do you have words to convey?”
“Pardon?”
“Thou seemest to have words to convey to Bryce Kim, though?”
Ah.
Ki Hee-young opened his eyes wide.
His past history was also important, but this was originally a visit that started from Bryce Kim.
Ki Hee-young sat receiving the sunlight for a while, then falteringly opened his mouth.
“I, I, did not wish to do that.”
Words flowing out like a soliloquy.
However, the Demon God delivered an answer.
“It must have been so. Thou didst not wish to do so.”
Ki Hee-young nodded.
Actually, his eyes even began to turn moist.
“I, I did not do drugs either. Absolutely not.”
“Indeed. Thou wert merely temporarily confused.”
It can be known just from him being in a general sanatorium hospital.
Ki Hee-young has nothing to do with drugs.
“A-And—”
“There must be words thou wishest to say most, though?”
The words he truly wanted to say, rather than the self-explanation he had brought up so far.
Ki Hee-young brought up those words.
Now with eyes fully wet.
“That I was grateful, that I am sorry. Please, to CEO Kim Seung-jae—”
Was he asking to convey it.
Was he asking to say it even at his grave.
This wasn’t even a request made to Bryce Kim.
The words Ki Hee-young wanted to say most were such a request where he couldn’t find the target to deliver them.
In a way, it was extremely futile—
However, the Demon God answered.
“He must have heard.”
A quiet yet firm answer, extremely trustworthy.
Ki Hee-young stared at the Demon God blankly.
“Would that be so?”
“Of course.”
He would still be watching, if only because of his daughter.
“He must have heard well.”
At that, Ki Hee-young suddenly collapsed onto the bed as if all tension was released.
Snore, even the sound of snoring flowed out.
The Demon God reached out his hand again.
“A special service. Originally, it is something I only do for fans, though.”
Authority [Deep Sleep Inducement].
From the lifting of the restriction, through the acquisition of memory fragments, to the words delivered to his old connection, his mind must have been exhausted.
Since he strived quite a bit and there was also what he informed, I shall specially provide it.
Ki Hee-young fell into a deep sleep thanks to the Demon God’s Authority.
“CEO, shall we go now.”
The CEO, whose initiative in questioning had been seized from some point, observed this entire scene from the side.
And he reached a conclusion.
The CEO asked sharply.
“Hypnotism?”
“Shall I say it is so.”
“Acupressure, qi therapy, hypnotism—a child like you, Sun-woo.”
“A child?”
The CEO shouted vigorously.
“You are a master of alternative therapy!”
***
Meanwhile, the Director’s office at Izm headquarters.
“Who is in my room?”
Jang Young-bae asked as he entered inside.
In the Director’s office, two people he hadn’t called were sitting.
“What are you talking about? It’s me!”
“I know you.”
He knew Kang-yul.
He was already accustomed to this kind of visit from him.
He would drop in abruptly during meetings, or stay in the Director’s office for no reason when Jang Young-bae was away.
“I am sorry. Because Kang-yul called me here.”
The other person stood up and apologized.
Then, he tried to pack up his laptop and a few documents to go outside the Director’s office.
“Reporter Park Geun-oh?”
“Haha, you recognize me.”
Jang Young-bae was about to frown, but barely managed his expression.
This fellow is a hyena who hovers around the entertainment industry digging up celebrities’ weaknesses.
There is no good in hanging out with him, but there is also no good in turning him into an enemy.
‘Don’t tell me he came because there was something to rip off from Kang-yul?’
With a sinking heart, he glanced at Kang-yul.
Shake shake.
Does Kang-yul see what Jang Young-bae is thinking. He shook his head along with a sunshine-like smile.
If he wasn’t caught in a weakness, then why?
“Then, excuse me.”
Rather than holding onto Park Geun-oh and asking, he should ask Kang-yul.
“Farewell.”
“Thank you.”
Jang Young-bae did not take his wary gaze off the walking Park Geun-oh, but.
‘Did that person have a tattoo?’
A star-shaped tattoo was seen on Park Geun-oh’s back of his hand.
Perhaps because of poor lighting, it also looked as if it were glowing slightly.
Jang Young-bae tightly closed and opened his eyes to see better.
But.
‘It’s not there?’
The tattoo was not visible.
Park Geun-oh’s back of his hand was smooth.
Did he see wrongly from the start.
No, it had looked like a specific shape, though?
Click.
In the meantime, Park Geun-oh closed the door and left.
Recently, unidentified people frequently go in and out of the company.
That writer is no different.
Jang Young-bae turned his body.
“Kang-yul, we need to talk about this, I think?”
“Is that so?”
Kang-yul grinned.
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