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Join the Server“Let us go! Zion.”
“O-okay.”
The Demon God, with Zion leading the way, entered the yoga studio with high spirits.
The interior was lit with a dim, subtle light.
There were several practice rooms, but only one had a class ready to begin.
After changing into the provided athletic wear and discreetly taking their places in the yoga class—
“Is everyone here?”
The yoga instructor smiled softly while sitting in a lotus position.
While meditation music flowed from the ceiling speakers and the scent of aroma oil relaxed the body’s tension—
“To all of you who have taken the time to care for yourselves in your busy lives, that in itself is something to be grateful for. Shall we begin today’s class by feeling grateful toward ourselves?”
The instructor announced the start of the lesson in a calm yet bright voice.
The students sat comfortably in lotus or cross-legged positions.
“Curl your thumb and middle finger together to form a circle—”
“Straighten your spine. Imagine someone is pulling your head upward from above—”
Pulling it? How insolent.
The Demon God took the posture along with his own personal commentary.
Up to this point, it was a relaxing yoga class for everyone—
“Now, open your chest and entrust yourself to the universe—”
This was the root of the trouble.
The universe is far, and the Demon God is close.
Evidently, the minds and bodies entrusted to the universe had become connected to a completely different being.
“Ugh, uuuuh—”
“Gasp, pant.”
Immediately, some of the students began to let out suppressed groans or experience heavy breathing.
The instructor, who had not yet noticed the anomaly, spoke softly as usual.
“Tell yourself: it is okay if it doesn’t happen all at once.”
It was better not to connect with the Demon God all at once.
It certainly couldn’t be ‘okay.’
“Do you feel any discomfort? Take another deep breath and, with a relaxed chest, receive the energy of the universe.”
She had given extremely inappropriate guidance.
If they received the energy again here, their minds and bodies, which should have been gradually stabilizing—
“Teacher, I suddenly feel anxious and scared….”
“Pardon? Why would you feel…, ah.”
Now, even the teacher had come into contact with the demonic nature.
“Everyone, is your mind and body currently…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence.
Neither the teacher nor the students could calm down, having absorbed too much of the demonic nature.
Like the director of the clinic, they experienced chills, dry lips, and rapid heartbeats.
At the same time, a bizarre sensation washed over them—
“Ah…. This is….”
“The energy of the universe…?”
No.
They were feeling it wrong.
That was not the energy of the universe.
“Hmph.”
It was the energy of the Demon God….
“Sun-woo, is this because of you right now?”
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
Dismissing Zion’s question lightly.
The Demon God watched with a satisfied expression as cries of ‘Oh,’ ‘Ah,’ and ‘I saw it…,’ filled the yoga studio.
It seemed the humans were seeing something.
Well, since they were connected to this body, they probably weren’t seeing anything proper.
As he sat there feeling quite good—
At some point, the people fell into a trance and slowly stood up.
“W-what is this? Sun-woo, should we leave?”
“Wait a moment. The time has not yet come.”
“The time? What’s going to happen?”
The thing that should happen at the end of a trance.
The people, without being consciously aware of it, stretched their hands toward the Demon God and bowed their bodies.
“…Worship?”
“It must be a coincidence. It seems the energy of the universe is in this direction.”
Once again, he lightly brushed off Zion’s doubt.
‘Memories are bubbling up. This used to be daily life in the past.’
He had received worship in various forms.
Among them were rituals performed in a state of loss of consciousness.
“Zion.”
“Yeah?”
“I like yoga.”
“R-really? I’ve kind of changed my mind….”
The Demon God stood up.
It was an enjoyable time, but it would be difficult to stay here any longer.
“Once they regain their senses, they will all be pleased, thinking it was a fantastic experience. But no more than this. For the sake of their mental health, let us depart.”
“Let’s do that!”
The two ended up bursting out into the hallway once again.
“…….”
Zion, having experienced a series of bewildering events, was at a loss for words.
He must have recommended the healing center and suggested various programs for today.
The Demon God’s presence had twisted all predictions.
“Zion, this is all well and good, but is this going according to your plan?”
Since he was a Demon God who disliked disappointing his fans, he checked in.
“Well, the thing is, it’s not going according to plan at all.”
“Is that so? That is a problem.”
However, Zion shook his head vigorously.
“No, it’s not a problem!”
“Hmm?”
“I actually prefer this.”
“…In what way?”
Zion clenched his fist tightly.
It was a fist filled with something akin to pride.
“As expected, Sun-woo, I don’t think you’re an ordinary person.”
“Is that so.”
How does worship begin?
In Zion’s case, it began with being rescued from a space created by an evil spirit.
He had even heard the command to worship in his subconscious.
While that command was still exerting its influence, he had watched Pantheon’s stage up close as the MAMA MC.
It could be said his start was more intense than anyone else’s.
Truthfully, this was a part of why Zion’s clinginess was understandable.
So, is it over once you have an intense start?
No.
An intense start is a double-edged sword.
It helps maintain worship, but it can also be the reason worship breaks.
Because as worship continues, one sees various sides of the object of worship.
If the idol I like is foolish, pathetic, or even bad.
When a shabby side is revealed compared to the intense start, those who will leave, leave.
And right now, Zion was accepting everything that was ‘presumed’ to have happened because of the Demon God as something amazing.
Awe.
With the sensation that he was a different kind of being.
‘This fellow is a fervent believer…, essentially an extreme core fan.’
It will be difficult to completely distance myself from him in the future.
The Demon God nodded with satisfaction at the existence of a core fan.
“As long as you are pleased, Zion, that is enough. Shall we end it here for today?”
“Umm, there was one last course.”
“Let us go.”
“What if people get into trouble again?”
“It will be entertaining.”
The influenced Zion nodded his head.
“I see.”
Zion ended up taking the lead once more.
“This time, it’s psychological counseling.”
***
‘Did Lua say the person who got the cursed bracelet was a psychological counselor?’
The psychological counseling center they entered under Zion’s guidance.
Even within the healing center, privacy was emphasized more here, so the waiting rooms were for individuals. Naturally, he was separated from Zion.
However, he did have to reveal his identity to the center.
Since it was counseling, it couldn’t proceed if they knew absolutely nothing.
“Would you like some coffee or tea?”
A staff member in a suit opened the door and asked kindly.
“I am fine. More importantly, there is something I desire.”
“Yes, what would you like?”
“Can I designate a counselor?”
The staff member tilted her head.
“Our center doesn’t usually use such a system, but I can mention it to the teacher. It’s possible if the teacher agrees. Which teacher would you like?”
It was possible if requested.
It would be strange to suddenly bring up the cursed bracelet.
“I received a recommendation for a counselor from the solo singer Lua. He sounded trustworthy.”
“I see. I will pass the message along.”
Seeing the staff member smile slightly at the Demon God’s words, it seemed he had given the right answer.
“If you wait a moment, the counselor will come to see you personally.”
That seemed to be the system.
After she disappeared, the Demon God searched for psychological counseling while sitting in the waiting room.
“I truly do not know what this is. It is similar to me listening to the concerns of believers.”
As a Demon God who had never actually been on the receiving end of counseling, he couldn’t even guess what he was supposed to do here.
“I shall just do as told.”
The Demon God was waiting with a relaxed mind when—
Click.
The door opened and a counselor entered.
“Hello, Sun-woo-nim.”
“It is so.”
“My, your way of speaking is as unique as I’ve heard. Hoho.”
She looked to be in her thirties.
A comfortable and calm atmosphere flowed from her.
However, she didn’t just seem like a nice person; she gave an impression of professionalism.
She truly seemed like someone who could listen to the troubles of others.
“Was the message not delivered? Or is it a refusal?”
“Pardon? What message would that be?”
“I requested Lua’s counselor. I clearly heard it was a male counselor.”
The counselor he requested had not appeared.
Since she had said it was possible if the counselor agreed, was this a refusal?
“Well, actually. That teacher suddenly developed a stomach ache.”
“?”
“So he had to rush to the hospital. It turned out to be quite a coincidence.”
“…….”
The counselor before him asked for understanding with a soft smile.
The Demon God was simply dumbfounded.
He didn’t come because his stomach hurt?
It was a moment when he missed his subordinates, who would have come running while clutching their intestines spilling from a wound if he had summoned them.
“Weak.”
“Pardon?”
Perhaps she had expected him to understand easily, as the counselor seemed slightly surprised.
The Demon God exhaled.
‘I must endure. Humans cannot even regenerate. If he did that, he would just turn into a wandering spirit.’
Since he was a patient Demon God, he had no choice but to be generous.
“I shall endure this just once. I do not know if I shall return, but when I do, tell him to withstand something as trivial as a stomach ache. Ah, be sure to tell him that he was incredibly insolent as well.”
“Yes….”
The counselor pulled the paper on the table where the Demon God was sitting toward herself.
It was a document for visitors to fill out before the counselor arrived.
She checked to see if the reason for the visit was ‘social skills’ or a ‘personality disorder.’
Of course, nothing was written on it.
Because the Demon God found it tedious.
Because he had no worries.
“Well…, shall we move to the consultation room first?”
Fortunately, the counselor was quite experienced.
She had met many artists and had occasionally encountered cases with unique personalities.
There were visitors who gave such anti-social responses at first.
However, as they talked, their behavior was bound to change through the counselor’s empathy and understanding.
Lacking social skills was not a fault.
The counselor repeated her conviction to herself and, after a brief explanation, approached the Demon God mentally.
“Since you didn’t come for a specific problem, would you like to talk about anything you want?”
“Anything I want?”
“For example, talk honestly about yourself.”
“I am a Demon God who used to wage war across the universe. It was entertaining.”
“Cough.”
The Demon God possessed the Authority to make his opponent choke.
“You told me to be honest, did you not?”
“Is that an honest story….”
The heart that was trying to approach him took a giant leap backward.
Still, the counselor decided to play along once.
“Then, does even a visitor like yourself have any worries?”
“Worries?”
Hmm.
The Demon God placed his hand on the chin of his mask and fell into thought for a moment.
“The gods have sentenced me to a strange punishment. It is called being an ‘Idol’.”
“The Idol Punishment.”
The conversation, though from a strange angle, was entering the realm of career concerns.
“Correct. It seems I must become a top idol to be released from this punishment.”
The counselor realized.
Ah, so this is his ‘concept.’
There were people who found it difficult to talk about their own worries.
There were several methods used in such cases. Some spoke as if it were someone else’s business, some wrote it down, and in this case, he was speaking through a persona.
Then, she would respond according to the persona.
“I see you’re feeling pressured to become a top idol. As if it were a punishment.”
“It is so. It is not ‘as if’ it were a punishment; it is a real punishment.”
“A real punishment, that sounds quite harsh.”
“Oh! You understand the harshness?”
The counselor knew that most idols were bound by contracts.
“It must feel like being bound by chains…. Chains that cannot be released until the time is up.”
“Oh? You have even guessed at the chains invisible to the human eye.”
The Demon God couldn’t help but admire the counselor’s competence.
A bizarre situation where they were talking about different things, yet finding a fair amount of common ground.
The Demon God brought up a strange feeling he had been experiencing lately as a topic of conversation.
“But is it not strange? While performing this punishment recently, I occasionally find it fun.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. To gather believers through song and dance—I am neither a god of festivals nor a god of art. Yet, is it not strange for me, a War Demon God, to feel enjoyment?”
It was definitely a harsh punishment.
He had to perform all sorts of humiliations he had never experienced as a Demon God, and of his own volition too. Just when he thought he understood, something new would pop up.
But it was a little bit fun.
The counselor smiled kindly and validated the Demon God’s feelings.
“The feeling of enjoyment belongs to Sun-woo, not to anyone else.”
“Anyone else? Are you talking about mind control? That the gods implanted it?”
“No, that’s not it…. I’m saying you really are having fun.”
“Ah.”
Of course, since they weren’t talking about the same thing to begin with, there were minor errors.
“Then, since that is your own precious emotion, Sun-woo, why not just accept it as it is?”
“Acceptance.”
“Yes, wasn’t that kind of fun one of the reasons you chose to be an idol in the first place?”
And, since they weren’t talking about the same thing to begin with, there was also a major error.
“Hmm? I told you I did not choose it.”
A mistake made because she considered it a persona.
The counselor thought, ‘Oops,’ and observed the Demon God’s eyes.
‘Huh?’
Her long experience as a counselor told her.
Eyes that shone strangely.
Eyes that held not a single point of hesitation or doubt.
Those eyes truly believed what he was saying was the truth.
“Oh, then…”
He was being serious about the War Demon God talk?
‘Delusion? Auditory hallucinations?’
Several diagnoses came to mind.
However, surprisingly, the ‘intuition’ she had honed as a counselor told her that the story she had heard might be the truth.
That it might be an unbelievable truth.
At the moment the counselor was struggling between the diagnosis and the truth.
“Hmph. Let us stop here.”
The Demon God laughed softly.
“Human, do not try to think too much.”
The Demon God opened his hand and waved it in front of the counselor’s eyes.
Authority: [Deep Sleep Inducement]
With his recovered power, it could be activated without actual contact.
“Zzz.”
The counselor fell asleep instantly.
And there was an additional service in this use of his Authority.
“When you wake, you will not remember well. You will just think you were so exhausted that such a thing happened.”
He had only played along for Zion’s sake anyway.
In a conversation that was spinning in circles because she didn’t believe the truth, he had spoken up just to organize his own thoughts.
Thanks to that, there was a harvest.
“Well, the fun is mine.”
The Demon God smiled broadly, stood up, and left the consultation room.
***
He waited for Zion and then they met outside.
“Sun-woo, how was it?”
“It was entertaining. Zion, you have recommended well.”
“Really?!”
“It is so.”
Joy spread across Zion’s face.
It was the joy of having gifted a good time to the object of his worship.
Thus, satisfying his fan Zion, the Demon God headed toward the vehicle.
He turned his head slightly and looked back at the healing center.
‘Before the counselor came in, there was a sign of someone coming to the door of the waiting room and then leaving.’
It wasn’t a staff member.
They had stood silently outside the door for a long time before disappearing.
A subtle energy that an ordinary human wouldn’t have noticed.
However, the Demon God clearly felt a sunken gaze.
‘It felt as if someone were observing this body.’
It seemed he might have to make a second visit someday.
“Zion, I shall have to come here again sometime.”
“Hmm? Why?”
“It seems there is someone who wishes to meet me.”
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