Stop.
Judith pursed her lips.
Let me open this? Erne looked at the ominous complex before his eyes.
His body was stiffening moment by moment, and Shadin's spell was coming to an end. He only had one chance left to swing his sword once or raise his foot once.
“Stop, Erne.”
Judith's voice seemed to tickle his head. Was his will or the spirit already in control of Judith?
However, Judith's gaze that met his in the air was no different from the gaze that had always looked at him. Erne's sword lost its power and fell to the floor with a thud.
Although his mind was still full of doubts, he could not oppose Judith in the first place. He had only grumbled when he saw Judith taking off her shoes and rushing into dangerous terrain, but he had never properly tried to stop her.
The realization that perhaps it was beyond his ability came to him unconsciously.
Meanwhile, Shadin completed his order safely.
“...”
There was silence. The only thing moving was the swaying darkness.
Henry, sitting on one knee in an awkward posture, had a face full of fear, Judith swallowed dry saliva, Erne was frozen, and Shadin bit his lip, all looking at 'His Will'.
The rope that had been precariously wrapping around the complex suddenly snapped.
Gulp - the sound of someone swallowing saliva, and clank - the lid of a jar rattling.
At first, the lid, which had just been clicking, began to move as if it were about to open. It was as if someone was lifting the lid from the inside.
“That sucks.”
Henry's Despair,
“...Yes.”
Shadin's relief followed at the same time.
The lid flew off and landed on the side. Henry, who had heard from Shadin about the dangers of the jar containing his will, cursed uncharacteristically, and Shadin smiled.
It's done. It's open. The spell worked.
However, it was a bit strange that Henry, who was supposed to be used as a sacrifice, was fine. But, well, it seems that all the other people who entered the building following Judith and Erne became sacrifices.
Erne was paralyzed and couldn't move, Judith was under the spell and couldn't get up, and the door was opened. Anyway, it was a success. Shadin laughed. Even though he tried not to laugh, he laughed.
“Heh, heh, heh.”
“You who have suffered and lived in hiding, the heavens are opened and the earth is closed, the time has come to forgive grudges and keep promises.”
A dark red liquid like blood overflowed from within the jar. It was so much that it could not come out of the small jar, soaking the floor where Shadin was, mixing with the darkness, running down the walls, and falling again from the ceiling.
“Those who agree will be clothed in new flesh, and the souls of those who do not will wander through the underworld, for the time has come to unfold the will.”
Henry lowered his head as blood rose to the ceiling and fell like rain. Judith, in this disgusting state, stared at Shadin without blinking.
“Are you okay, Ma’am?”
There was no answer from Judith. Erne, who had been frozen paralyzed near Shadin, was seen trying to approach Judith.
Even though he was not very comfortable moving, he felt he had to do something. That was when Henry forced himself to get up.
Judith, who had been silent all along, opened her mouth.
“You were right.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The author is here too.”
She came too.
Just as she was about to be forced to accept Shadin's will under his spell, Judith heard a voice.
A voice that seems to be speaking from all directions, but also sounds like she's talking to herself.
The voice said.
To ask for vengeance.
Judith asked, overcome by a premonition, even though she had never heard the voice before.
Are you the author?
“Yes,” the voice answered.
“The author is here?”
“It’s in front of you.”
After being killed by Shadin, the author woke up in a smaller world within the world she had created.
In the complex called 'His Maintenance'.
In a space filled with the resentment and spiritual power of a woman who had gone into herself for revenge, the author also existed as a resentful soul.
So, from a certain point on, his will was practically the same as the author's will.
“This is the author?”
Shadin pointed to his maintenance unit. The crimson blood he had shed was still overflowing.
“Stop talking nonsense.”
“It may be hard to believe, but it’s true.”
“Then why have she left me alone until now?”
The author simply used the spiritual power accumulated within her to open the sky and call the spirit of the murderer who killed her. Into the world she created, into her ring.
The author was exhausted because of that. She watched Shadin and waited for the poison to build up again.
And in doing so, she caused herself to unseal the complex, just like she is doing now.
“You shot yourself in the foot.”
“Don't make me laugh.”
“Why would I make you laugh?”
Judith clicked her tongue.
“Have you ever regretted anything? Have you ever felt guilty?”
“Why are you asking such a thing when your mouth hurts? Of course not. I did what I had to do. But people like you who come to this world to make and sell incense won’t understand.”
“Tsk tsk, that’s too bad. You’ll regret it later.”
Judith shrugged. Shadin tried to get up from his seat, but his buttocks were stuck to the ground and wouldn't budge.
“...It’s quiet.”
"What?"
“Blood only gathers around you.”
Erne, who had been watching quietly from the side, opened his mouth. Only then did Shadin realize that a puddle of blood had formed around him. The basement floor was flat, so why was there only blood around him?
For a moment, Shadin felt as if bugs were crawling all over his body, and his shoulders shook. It tickled. He scratched his forearm wildly. But the tickling did not go away.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”
Blisters formed on Shadin's exposed skin then burst and gushed out pus. Droplets of blood formed on Shadin's neck, face, and wherever his fingernails had passed.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”
The ticklish and burning sensation in his throat made him feel like he was going crazy. While writhing in unspeakable pain, Shadin pushed away the maintenance jar as if he wanted to get revenge.
The body rolled sideways and vomited out bright red blood. The red blood flowed toward Shadin, and Shadin cried out in pain as if he had been burned.
There was a mix of swearing and screaming, Shadin was pulling out his hair, begging for his life, spitting up blood, threatening to kill her, and then crying so hard his eyes were burning.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”
“Oh my God.”
The moment Shadin's fingers entered their eye sockets, Judith and Henry turned their heads away, unable to look any longer.
“Erne, Erne.”
Judith stood up unsteadily and gestured to Erne. Erne, who had been absentmindedly approaching Judith, tilted his head in wonder at the fact that his paralysis had completely disappeared.
“Thanks to this blood.”
It was a small gift from the writer to Yu-Jin, who had been unjustly sacrificed.
When Judith heard the voice earlier, she asked why on earth she had been dragged here.
Then the writer said,
'There is a mistake.'
She gave an unexpected answer.
'I didn't mean to call you here. I had to kill him in the other world first to bring him to this world.'
So the truck accident was the author's intention. It's a long-standing cliché that reincarnation or possession begins after being hit by a truck.
But even the author did not expect that Yu-Jin would be there.
'I sincerely apologize to you. I can't send you back, but I will get you out of here.'
She used the blood she had unjustly shed to neutralize the paralyzing poison that Shadin had spread.
Judith slapped Henry on the back and woke him up, still unconscious.
“Get out quickly.”
Erne, who had come over before anyone knew it, asked while supporting Judith.
“Can we just leave like this?”
He glanced at Shadin, who was now rolling on the floor, groaning, and asked.
“Yes, just leave him. I gave in.”
"Uh?"
Judith allowed the author to take revenge.
“What are you dawdling for, Erne, let’s go out.”
Henry pushed Judith and Erne. Without saying who would go first, they climbed the basement stairs.
A terrible scream, not of this world, was heard from behind her, but Judith did not turn her head.
In her past life she may have suffered, but not in this one.
“Ugh, it’s a mess here too.”
Henry paused at the sight he saw as soon as he climbed the basement stairs. The entire building was a mess of darkness and blood, like a basement.
What if hell was moved inside a building? They were about to rush outside but then stopped.
“Mr. Smith! Brother Luhmann is also in there. Marquis! We have to take him out too!”
Only then did she remember the people who had gone up to the second floor. They stamped their feet for a moment, then went up to the second floor with frowning faces.
"Ugh."
The first thing that greeted them was a deformed fly with its head, chest, and stomach split into three pieces. Judith ran away from the corpse and knocked on every door she could find.
“Mr. Smith!”
“Your Grace!”
As they shouted at the top of their lungs, the door to the room at the end of the hallway opened cautiously. People covered in blood like Judith and Erne came running out screaming.
“Get out quickly, quickly.”
They all ran to the first floor without exception. Henry, who arrived first, rushed out as soon as the front door opened.
The police and security guards stood in front of the door and welcomed those who ran out.
“Why didn’t you come in after coming all this way?”
Cain gasped and took out his anger on the security guard. The soldier hesitated and answered.
“We tried to enter, but the door wouldn’t open, Your Grace.”
Judith pursed her lips.
Let me open this? Erne looked at the ominous complex before his eyes.
His body was stiffening moment by moment, and Shadin's spell was coming to an end. He only had one chance left to swing his sword once or raise his foot once.
“Stop, Erne.”
Judith's voice seemed to tickle his head. Was his will or the spirit already in control of Judith?
However, Judith's gaze that met his in the air was no different from the gaze that had always looked at him. Erne's sword lost its power and fell to the floor with a thud.
Although his mind was still full of doubts, he could not oppose Judith in the first place. He had only grumbled when he saw Judith taking off her shoes and rushing into dangerous terrain, but he had never properly tried to stop her.
The realization that perhaps it was beyond his ability came to him unconsciously.
Meanwhile, Shadin completed his order safely.
“...”
There was silence. The only thing moving was the swaying darkness.
Henry, sitting on one knee in an awkward posture, had a face full of fear, Judith swallowed dry saliva, Erne was frozen, and Shadin bit his lip, all looking at 'His Will'.
The rope that had been precariously wrapping around the complex suddenly snapped.
Gulp - the sound of someone swallowing saliva, and clank - the lid of a jar rattling.
At first, the lid, which had just been clicking, began to move as if it were about to open. It was as if someone was lifting the lid from the inside.
“That sucks.”
Henry's Despair,
“...Yes.”
Shadin's relief followed at the same time.
The lid flew off and landed on the side. Henry, who had heard from Shadin about the dangers of the jar containing his will, cursed uncharacteristically, and Shadin smiled.
It's done. It's open. The spell worked.
However, it was a bit strange that Henry, who was supposed to be used as a sacrifice, was fine. But, well, it seems that all the other people who entered the building following Judith and Erne became sacrifices.
Erne was paralyzed and couldn't move, Judith was under the spell and couldn't get up, and the door was opened. Anyway, it was a success. Shadin laughed. Even though he tried not to laugh, he laughed.
“Heh, heh, heh.”
Shadin placed his hand on the side of his upkeep and energized it.
A dark red liquid like blood overflowed from within the jar. It was so much that it could not come out of the small jar, soaking the floor where Shadin was, mixing with the darkness, running down the walls, and falling again from the ceiling.
“Those who agree will be clothed in new flesh, and the souls of those who do not will wander through the underworld, for the time has come to unfold the will.”
Henry lowered his head as blood rose to the ceiling and fell like rain. Judith, in this disgusting state, stared at Shadin without blinking.
“Are you okay, Ma’am?”
There was no answer from Judith. Erne, who had been frozen paralyzed near Shadin, was seen trying to approach Judith.
Even though he was not very comfortable moving, he felt he had to do something. That was when Henry forced himself to get up.
Judith, who had been silent all along, opened her mouth.
“You were right.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The author is here too.”
She came too.
Just as she was about to be forced to accept Shadin's will under his spell, Judith heard a voice.
A voice that seems to be speaking from all directions, but also sounds like she's talking to herself.
The voice said.
To ask for vengeance.
Judith asked, overcome by a premonition, even though she had never heard the voice before.
Are you the author?
“Yes,” the voice answered.
“The author is here?”
“It’s in front of you.”
After being killed by Shadin, the author woke up in a smaller world within the world she had created.
In the complex called 'His Maintenance'.
In a space filled with the resentment and spiritual power of a woman who had gone into herself for revenge, the author also existed as a resentful soul.
So, from a certain point on, his will was practically the same as the author's will.
“This is the author?”
Shadin pointed to his maintenance unit. The crimson blood he had shed was still overflowing.
“Stop talking nonsense.”
“It may be hard to believe, but it’s true.”
“Then why have she left me alone until now?”
The author simply used the spiritual power accumulated within her to open the sky and call the spirit of the murderer who killed her. Into the world she created, into her ring.
The author was exhausted because of that. She watched Shadin and waited for the poison to build up again.
And in doing so, she caused herself to unseal the complex, just like she is doing now.
“You shot yourself in the foot.”
“Don't make me laugh.”
“Why would I make you laugh?”
Judith clicked her tongue.
“Have you ever regretted anything? Have you ever felt guilty?”
“Why are you asking such a thing when your mouth hurts? Of course not. I did what I had to do. But people like you who come to this world to make and sell incense won’t understand.”
“Tsk tsk, that’s too bad. You’ll regret it later.”
Judith shrugged. Shadin tried to get up from his seat, but his buttocks were stuck to the ground and wouldn't budge.
“...It’s quiet.”
"What?"
“Blood only gathers around you.”
Erne, who had been watching quietly from the side, opened his mouth. Only then did Shadin realize that a puddle of blood had formed around him. The basement floor was flat, so why was there only blood around him?
For a moment, Shadin felt as if bugs were crawling all over his body, and his shoulders shook. It tickled. He scratched his forearm wildly. But the tickling did not go away.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”
Blisters formed on Shadin's exposed skin then burst and gushed out pus. Droplets of blood formed on Shadin's neck, face, and wherever his fingernails had passed.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”
The ticklish and burning sensation in his throat made him feel like he was going crazy. While writhing in unspeakable pain, Shadin pushed away the maintenance jar as if he wanted to get revenge.
The body rolled sideways and vomited out bright red blood. The red blood flowed toward Shadin, and Shadin cried out in pain as if he had been burned.
There was a mix of swearing and screaming, Shadin was pulling out his hair, begging for his life, spitting up blood, threatening to kill her, and then crying so hard his eyes were burning.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”
“Oh my God.”
The moment Shadin's fingers entered their eye sockets, Judith and Henry turned their heads away, unable to look any longer.
“Erne, Erne.”
Judith stood up unsteadily and gestured to Erne. Erne, who had been absentmindedly approaching Judith, tilted his head in wonder at the fact that his paralysis had completely disappeared.
“Thanks to this blood.”
It was a small gift from the writer to Yu-Jin, who had been unjustly sacrificed.
When Judith heard the voice earlier, she asked why on earth she had been dragged here.
Then the writer said,
'There is a mistake.'
She gave an unexpected answer.
'I didn't mean to call you here. I had to kill him in the other world first to bring him to this world.'
So the truck accident was the author's intention. It's a long-standing cliché that reincarnation or possession begins after being hit by a truck.
But even the author did not expect that Yu-Jin would be there.
'I sincerely apologize to you. I can't send you back, but I will get you out of here.'
She used the blood she had unjustly shed to neutralize the paralyzing poison that Shadin had spread.
Judith slapped Henry on the back and woke him up, still unconscious.
“Get out quickly.”
Erne, who had come over before anyone knew it, asked while supporting Judith.
“Can we just leave like this?”
He glanced at Shadin, who was now rolling on the floor, groaning, and asked.
“Yes, just leave him. I gave in.”
"Uh?"
Judith allowed the author to take revenge.
“What are you dawdling for, Erne, let’s go out.”
Henry pushed Judith and Erne. Without saying who would go first, they climbed the basement stairs.
A terrible scream, not of this world, was heard from behind her, but Judith did not turn her head.
In her past life she may have suffered, but not in this one.
“Ugh, it’s a mess here too.”
Henry paused at the sight he saw as soon as he climbed the basement stairs. The entire building was a mess of darkness and blood, like a basement.
What if hell was moved inside a building? They were about to rush outside but then stopped.
“Mr. Smith! Brother Luhmann is also in there. Marquis! We have to take him out too!”
Only then did she remember the people who had gone up to the second floor. They stamped their feet for a moment, then went up to the second floor with frowning faces.
"Ugh."
The first thing that greeted them was a deformed fly with its head, chest, and stomach split into three pieces. Judith ran away from the corpse and knocked on every door she could find.
“Mr. Smith!”
“Your Grace!”
As they shouted at the top of their lungs, the door to the room at the end of the hallway opened cautiously. People covered in blood like Judith and Erne came running out screaming.
“Get out quickly, quickly.”
They all ran to the first floor without exception. Henry, who arrived first, rushed out as soon as the front door opened.
The police and security guards stood in front of the door and welcomed those who ran out.
“Why didn’t you come in after coming all this way?”
Cain gasped and took out his anger on the security guard. The soldier hesitated and answered.
“We tried to enter, but the door wouldn’t open, Your Grace.”
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