My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 202

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Chapter 202
At that moment, Alexandro Adis furrowed his brow sharply and pressed his hand to his head.
“Damn it.”
Only then did Kanna Adis notice that his face was drenched in cold sweat.
“Wait. I’ll make an antidote for you right now.”
I hadn’t realized Seon-hee’s body was so fragile. The time lost to her fainting had delayed everything. I hurried to pull tools from my bundle of supplies as I spoke.
“You can’t die, Alex.”
“…Shut up.”
He parted his lips with difficulty.
I pricked my finger to draw blood and traced an alchemical circle on the ground. Since I had to create each ingredient individually, it seemed it would take considerable time.
“I’m making it now, so hold on for just one hour.”
“….”
“Alex?”
I heard no breathing. Seized by an ominous premonition, I turned my body around.
His head hung low, his crimson hair drooping limply in the deep blue dawn.
His motionless face resembled a sculpture where time had frozen eternally. As if.
As if he were dead.
My fingertips trembled. Surely not.
Gripped by terror, I slowly reached out my hand. I brought it to his warm nape, damp with perspiration.
Thump. Thump.
‘He’s alive.’
Thank goodness. He’s still alive.
I exhaled a sigh of relief. Then I focused on making the antidote.
That was when it happened.
“Seon-hee.”
In an instant, my hand holding the glass vial froze. That voice….
“Step away from him.”
I rose to my feet and turned around. In the distance, I could see a group of men approaching.
The one leading them was a familiar face.
‘Jerome….’
The Black Apostle who revered alchemy above all else. He stood there leading his companions.
“It’s been a long time, Seon-hee. It must be several months now?”
How many were there? I quickly counted with my eyes.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you since you were confined in the Divine Temple. Your complexion has deteriorated considerably.”
Fifteen in total. They were all faces Seon-hee knew.
That was when Jerome made his proposal.
“Come here, Seon-hee. If you don’t wish to remain with the Divine Spirit, we will protect you.”
Of course he meant it sincerely. Jerome worshipped alchemy, not the Divine Spirit.
He was a man prepared to betray the Divine Spirit at any moment if it meant obtaining Seon-hee’s blood—such excellent material for alchemy.
“No.”
Kanna Adis retreated backward, casting a downward glance at Alexandro Adis. He remained unconscious.
“I’m not going with you.”
“I see. I expected as much. Then run. We’ll catch you.”
Jerome nodded with casual indifference, as if he’d anticipated her response.
“However, go alone. Leave that man here.”
Malice flickered in his eyes.
“It appears Alexandro Adis is in poor condition.”
Alexandro Adis was practically a natural predator to the Black Apostles. An opportunity to harm such a formidable foe—Jerome would never let such a chance slip away.
“…No.”
“Pardon?”
“I won’t hand this man over to you. So leave.”
Jerome chuckled at her words.
“Your heart remains soft, Seon-hee. Or perhaps you’ve fallen for Alexandro Adis’s handsome face?”
But Kanna Adis didn’t listen further. She spun around quickly, shouldered her bag, and immediately grabbed Alexandro Adis’s arm.
She had to support him and escape—now!
“Ugh!”
Crash!
Kanna Adis’s body fell forward. She couldn’t bear his weight. She thrashed beneath his heavy frame, pinned down.
“Hahahaha!”
“Good heavens, what are you doing!”
The Black Apostles clutched their sides, bursting into laughter.
‘Damn it!’
Why was this man so impossibly heavy!
But Kanna Adis refused to give up. She barely managed to push herself up.
Grunting, she dragged his arm forward. Jerome called out to her gleefully.
“Go ahead, try to escape. This should be quite entertaining!”
Then he shouted to his companions.
“Listen up! Kill Alexandro Adis, but bring Seon-hee back alive! All we need is a body with blood flowing through it!”
A roaring laughter erupted like fireworks.
“Now, let the hunt begin!”
* * *
“Huff, huff.”
Kanna Adis gasped for breath.
The Black Apostles were truly enjoying their hunt. Arrows flew from all directions, narrowly grazing past her.
‘Bastards like Kasil!’
Of all things, she had to experience this wretched situation again. And this time, she had the added burden of protecting an unconscious man!
‘I need to get him the antidote quickly!’
Any further delay would put them in genuine danger.
“Alex, you can’t die. Do you understand!”
She hoisted him onto her shoulder and trudged forward with labored steps. Fortunately, his breath still brushed against her neck.
I’m still alive.
Still.
‘I need to find a safe place, and quickly.’
I had no intention of running blindly like this.
But Alexandro Adis.
I had to leave this man—poisoned and hovering at death’s door—somewhere safe, and only then could I strike back.
“You can’t die. You absolutely cannot die. If you do, I swear I’ll kill you myself!”
Nonsensical words tumbled from my lips. And in that instant.
‘Ah.’
It was almost instinctive intuition.
The fine hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end. I sensed something hurtling toward me with violent intent.
I spun Alexandro Adis around and pulled him into my embrace.
“…!”
The next instant, a searing pain pierced my forearm. An arrow meant for Alexandro Adis had lodged itself in my flesh.
“Ugh….”
Tears welled up. I gritted my teeth. Raw flesh tore, and fire blazed beneath my skin—the agony was unbearable.
“Ah, ugh, damn it.”
This hurts like hell!
But I wasn’t dead yet. I pulled Alexandro Adis toward me again.
“…go.”
Then Alexandro Adis’s lips moved.
Had he regained some semblance of consciousness? I strained to hear his voice.
“What? What did you say? Say it again!”
“Get….”
“Huh?”
“Get away.”
“….”
Of all the— Fury flared through me, and I gripped his arm tightly.
“You don’t seem to understand—you’re on death’s doorstep right now! If I leave you here, it won’t be me who’s extinct, it’ll be you!”
As I spoke those words, my eyes suddenly gleamed.
‘There!’
I spotted a small cave beneath a vine-covered boulder. With all my strength, I dragged him toward it and shoved him inside.
Now it was done.
Now came the time to strike back.
I turned slowly to face them.
“What are you doing?”
“Why aren’t you running?”
“Are you afraid?”
The Black Apostles’ mocking voices echoed through the Forest like a chorus.
They knew Seon-hee very well indeed.
Seon-hee from a few months ago.
Before she was betrayed by the Divine Spirit, before she was imprisoned in the Divine Temple, before she went mad—that Seon-hee.
Seon-hee was a physician to her very bones. Even with a blade at her throat, she could never bring herself to harm another. That was the kind of woman she was.
What the Black Apostles knew was that version of Seon-hee.
A woman of burning conviction who would choose death before taking another’s life.
‘That’s why she can afford such composure.’
I lowered my head. An arrow protruded from my forearm, blood dripping steadily.
Perfect timing.
I wiped the blood with my finger. Then, lifting my bloodstained hand, I traced a formation in the empty air.
The droplets did not fall.
Like water suspended in zero gravity, they hung in the void, following the trajectory of my finger.
In an instant, a circle took shape, and within it, dozens of lines and geometric patterns filled the space.
I rapidly drew the spell formation—vivid and precise from Seon-hee’s memories.
And finally, the moment the spell formation woven from blood droplets was complete.
“Wait, what is Seon-hee doing right now…”
Black light erupted. It surged like a tidal wave, a tsunami that swallowed the Forest whole. The pre-dawn forest was buried beneath even deeper darkness.
“H-hold on! What in the—!”
“Run!”
And from within that darkness came screams, groans, and panicked voices echoing through the air.
I simply watched that darkness in silence.
“H-hah, hah—my body, it’s freezing!”
“Help me!”
And I waited.
For everything to cease.
Soon enough, all sound abruptly cut off. The anguished cries and sobs were heard no more.
“Hah…”
I exhaled slowly.
How much time had passed? Gradually, very gradually, the Black Mist began to thin. And finally, it revealed itself.
A Forest of ice gleaming with silver light.
The entire Forest was frozen solid. Every blade of grass, every leaf on every branch—all crystallized in pristine white, smooth and glittering.
I stared blankly at that surreal landscape.
The Black Apostles who had been struggling and fleeing were now frozen in place like ice statues.
‘Jerome must have managed to escape.’
That’s how he was able to face me again in the future.
I gazed at the desolate scene I had created with hollow eyes, then raised my hand once more. With my blood-stained hand, I traced another spell formation.
The moment it was complete, a fierce gale tore through.
Harsh winds swept sharply across the Forest. The ice shattered and crumbled into fragments.
The broken ice scattered like snow, glittering in the moonlight as it swirled.
It was beautiful, like starlight descending from above. Yet in truth, it was the scene of a terrible massacre.
I stood motionless within that shower of light. Then, suddenly, I turned around.
“….”
When had I emerged from the Cave?
Alexandro Adis leaned heavily against a tree, his piercing gaze fixed upon her retreating silhouette.
That figure, buried in dazzling radiance, her dark hair dancing in the light.
“You….”
His lips trembled as he remained captivated by that sight.
“What exactly are you?”
Then he lost consciousness once more.
* * *
“Don’t die.”
Alexandro Adis realized he was teetering on the brink of death.
“Don’t die.”
Each time his consciousness threatened to slip away, her resolute voice anchored him back.
“You cannot die.”
The woman hadn’t even thought to treat her own wounds—an arrow still protruding from her forearm as she prepared the antidote.
She dripped it slowly, carefully into his mouth. All while her own blood flowed freely.
‘She’ll die from blood loss at this rate.’
He wanted to tell her that, but there was nothing he could do now except obediently accept and drink the antidote she offered.
In this moment, my life rested entirely in her hands.
“You cannot die, absolutely not—if you do, I won’t forgive you….”
Her voice reached him through the haze of his fading consciousness.
Alexandro Adis forced his eyes open. He saw her anxious face. When their eyes met, she spoke with desperate urgency.
“You cannot die. Understand? You must.”
“….”
“Endure. You must hold on.”
Her voice sounded like a prayer.
Alexandro Adis closed his eyes.
The night deepened.

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