The Boss Wants to Die - Chapter 1

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The Boss Wants to Die
Episode 1
[An Intruder has appeared!]
I jolted awake from a sprawled sleep, startled by the alert.
Ding, ding.
[Intruder! It is time to teach this insignificant human who challenges the Evil God’s authority a lesson!]
“Here we go again.”
I sighed heavily and closed the frantically blinking system window.
Those days of tensing up at the word “Intruder” and bracing for Players were long gone.
Lately, what dominated my thoughts was a hollow indifference—wondering which small fry would show up today.
I’d stopped being startled by intruders the moment I realized how overwhelmingly strong I’d become.
This month had been particularly tedious, with only weaklings showing up.
“Dealing with amateurs day in and day out is exhausting.”
I was bored.
It was hard to believe this place was supposed to be a game built around entertainment.
“What kind of game is this? I’m dying of boredom! Let me Log Out already!”
Yes.
I was trapped inside a game.
Not as a Player, but locked inside the body of a Final Boss monster.
‘This is insane…….’
It was a fact that depressed me every time I thought about it, and it seemed even more suffocating today.
I was sick of rehashing how I’d ended up like this.
Digging tunnels was just wasting more time, and what mattered was the simple truth: I could only Log Out by dying.
And here I was, rotting away in the game for six years now because of incompetent Players.
They kept failing at the boss raid.
‘How in the world do they fail a raid for six years straight?’
It was beyond comprehension.
Balance patches were desperately needed, but what good would discussing balance do when I couldn’t Log Out?
Since I’d logged in abnormally—fused directly into a boss monster rather than connecting normally—most of my real-world memories had faded, surfacing only rarely.
The extent of what I could recall about reality was that cutting-edge technology had been developed and virtual reality games had become massively popular.
At first, I didn’t even know I was the Final Boss of the game.
‘I figured it out when every Player who came to find me complained that the Final Boss was too strong.’
The problem was, in my current state, I had no difficulty at all performing my role as the boss monster.
After six years of being logged into a game, my real body should have been dead.
How could anyone survive six years without water or using a bathroom?
That’s why I wasn’t too worried back then.
The fact that my real body was still alive made me believe that either the game company was managing the crisis or the government was running research on it—something had to be happening.
But after a month, then a year passed, I realized the terrifying truth: I couldn’t just sit around waiting.
I couldn’t rely on the incompetent game company.
I had to escape on my own.
I’d managed to figure out a way to Log Out, but there was no one strong enough to kill me.
I’d even tried killing myself, but the game system wouldn’t allow it.
‘If I can just wake up. I’ll overturn everything.’
Once again, I rose to my feet, stoking my futile rage.
“Evil God, Evil God! There’s an Intruder!”
Heart, my only Familiar, a bat with a single eye, came fluttering toward me, blinking rapidly.
“How many?”
“Just one person.”
‘Alone?’
That was rare. I tilted my head quizzically.
“What’s their Class?”
“A priest! Probably!”
“Probably?”
Heart’s heart-shaped single eye rolled uncertainly.
“They were wearing a Priest’s robe, but I’m not certain!”
“If they’re wearing priestly robes, they’re a priest. Don’t you know that Player attire varies by Class?”
“Well, yes, but…….”
‘Is something wrong with him?’
The bat landed on the sofa and rolled left, then right, shaking its body as if expressing doubt.
Professional attire could only be worn by its corresponding Class, so there should have been no confusion, yet Heart seemed oddly hesitant.
‘I’ll have to resummon her before long.’
Judging that her mind had come loose, I shook my head and left the room.
“Polymorph.”
Since a Player had arrived, I needed to greet them in the terrifying form of the Dark God.
As I murmured the incantation, the pajamas I’d been wearing dissolved like they were burning in black flames, and the Dark God’s dress materialized from my feet upward, staining my form like ink.
The voluminous skirt of the evening gown, layered in deep black chiffon, cascaded behind my hips like a shadow.
Above my thick, undulating black hair sat a sharp, latticed silver tiara.
Ruby earrings dangled with a fierce, bloodcurdling gleam—as if carved from frozen blood.
Smoky gray and black eyeshadow deepened the wicked atmosphere, and a red lipstick applied so darkly it looked as though I’d just devoured a mouse.
Now the Dark God transformation was complete.
“Heart. Come here. Check how I look.”
Before stepping into the Grand Hall to meet the Player, verification was essential.
My fearsome reputation needed to be maintained—otherwise, even the occasional massive extermination parties composed of Players might come to kill me.
For someone as desperate for death as I was, looking properly ominous mattered greatly.
As I spun in the hallway, a one-eyed bat with heart-shaped eyes fluttered about, chattering excitedly.
“Beautiful!”
“Beautiful won’t do. I need to look terrifying.”
“I sense the dignity of a Dark God!”
“Should I scar my face?”
“That might be difficult right now—the Player is waiting for you in the Grand Hall!”
I ignored Heart’s warning and murmured to myself.
“Polymorph alteration.”
[Would you like to change your registered Polymorph form? Once altered, a Polymorph form cannot be reverted.]
“Yes.”
[Polymorph form alteration has failed.
Required materials:
-Formless Slime Paper (20 sheets)
-Enchanted Ink (1 bottle)]
“Sigh……”
I closed the system window with a breath of frustration.
Slimes only appeared in hunting grounds meant for beginner Players, so I couldn’t obtain them myself.
What territory could a Final Boss possibly roam?
My range of movement was limited to the Demon Castle alone—gloomy as a dungeon.
“Heart. Hide yourself. You’re too cute, and it diminishes my dignity.”
“Yes!”
Pleased by being called cute, Heart giggled happily and squeezed its body into a corner of the ceiling.
I cleared my throat and forced my voice lower, straightening my posture.
It was time to greet the Player.
[The Dark God Hellord, who slumbered in the depths of darkness, has awakened.]
A grand, resonant soundscape heralded the Dark God’s entrance, and the Grand Hall trembled.
The moment my black high heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the loud music cut off abruptly.
With only the breathing of boss and Player remaining, an extreme silence gripped the air with palpable tension.
I reveled in the tension and revealed myself completely.
Even I had to admit—it was a flawless entrance.
I lowered my long lashes gracefully, peering down at the dais below.
A male character stood rigid, staring up at me without so much as a blink.
“What mouse-like creature has scurried in?”
As I surveyed the man’s outfit from head to toe and delivered my menacing Dark God line, I suddenly felt something off and opened my eyes wide.
‘What?’
My long lashes fluttered like black butterflies.
No matter how many times I looked, the man’s equipment made no sense.
‘That’s all he’s wearing?’
I am the Final Boss of the game.
Players naturally arrived at the Demon Castle’s Grand Hall fully prepared for battle.
The more advanced a character’s equipment, the more elaborate it became—that was simply how the game worked.
As a result, most Players who’d ground away relentlessly gleamed like fireflies, awash in light.
Weapons adorned with all manner of glittering effects.
Expensive armor forged from mithril ingots.
Robes festooned with gems so costly they’d make you wince.
A Player outfitted in such elaborate splendor across their Class—it was almost comical to behold.
But the man wore nothing but a tattered black priest’s robe.
No weapon at all.
And besides…….
‘For a priest, the atmosphere feels a bit…….’
Heart understood now why she had hesitated.
He looked less like a priest and more like a demon-race outsider dressed in black.
Without examining his profession closely enough to confirm the holy class affiliation, one might have mistaken him for a vampire.
His dark eyes, lightly shadowed beneath pale white lashes, appeared decadent, half-concealed.
His lips, slightly torn, looked less exhausted than sensual—as though parted from deep, wanton kisses, painted in rich, lustful color.
‘I’ve never seen anyone who looked so openly licentious.’
Even his waist-length white hair lay scattered and disheveled like tobacco smoke, deepening the decadent aura around him.
He looked as though he might seduce women through charm alone, draining their blood or sucking them dry.
‘But strangely, he doesn’t have the face of some pretty courtesan. Is it because he’s so absurdly large?’
By build alone, he should have been a Berserker or Warrior.
His frame was so imposing he easily looked to be well over one hundred and ninety centimeters tall.
By any measure, he didn’t look like a priest at all.
I nearly rubbed my eyes in frustration at losing my composure as a Final Boss, but barely restrained myself.
Instead, I rolled my gaze upward to check the level hovering above the man’s head.
Lv. 10
“…….”
Did I see wrong?
I narrowed my eyes and checked his level again.
Lv. 10
10?
10……?
Wait.
‘Not 100—10?!’
That couldn’t be right.
‘I must have misread it. Perhaps a bug displayed his level incorrectly.’
I summoned the man’s equipment window.
I couldn’t see a Player’s skills or achievements or experience, but I could verify equipment and level.
[Lv. 10]
[Novice Priest Robe.
A priest’s robe once worn by an ascetic. It’s worn and frayed in places.]
I finally did rub my eyes. The equipment window remained unchanged.
The man was wearing the novice priest robe given by default upon changing classes.
He had crossed the Demon Castle and reached my Grand Hall in this. Alone.
A Level 10 novice priest. Entirely by himself.

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