The Boss Wants to Die - Chapter 11

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The boss wants to die.
Chapter 11
Ro-un’s eyes held a look of utter exasperation.
“Please—even if you go mad, can’t you at least wait until after you’ve killed me to lose your mind?”
Akut said nothing to Ro-un’s desperate plea, only drank deeper.
“After I’m dead, you can do whatever you want. I’m terrified you’ll forget our contract and refuse to kill me at all.”
Akut’s lips twisted upward, then straightened again by force of will.
But the cynical gleam that kindled in her eyes—that she could not suppress.
She let his words pass in one ear and out the other, pouring drink down her throat in silence.
Ro-un could never make her happy.
Not as long as she desired death.
“Don’t worry. I won’t forget.”
And so he answered her in a gentle voice, solemnly promising.
“All right.”
Ro-un left the room with refreshing brevity, moving lightly.
Akut followed his departing figure with her eyes.
There was no softness of wine in those eyes—only a fierce, unwavering resolve.
***
Knock, knock.
I’d just returned to my room and was tidying my clothes when the sound made me scowl.
“Ahem. Is this the room of Ro-un?”
I stiffened slightly, finding it odd to hear my name called aloud.
It wasn’t Akut.
“Who is it?”
“Someone wishes to meet with you. Do you have a moment?”
“You’re certain it’s Ro-un?”
“They said they wanted to meet Akut’s party member.”
“How did you know I’m in Akut’s party?”
“…If you’d prefer not to, I can return another time.”
“Hmm.”
I narrowed my eyes.
‘They must have checked the Inn’s register and tracked me down.’
I removed my robe and opened the door in a short black minidress.
The visitor looked like an Inn employee, but was a Player rather than an NPC.
‘Suspicious.’
I glanced toward Akut’s door—silent as a dead mouse—then gestured.
“Lead the way.”
If the person turned out to be trouble, I’d simply end them.
I wasn’t helpless just because I was bound to Akut.
The Player guided me up another floor and to a room at the end of the corridor.
As the door swung open, rusty hinges screeched.
The moment I entered, I checked the level of the Player waiting inside.
Lv. 230
Any other Player would have gasped so hard their jaw hit the floor.
But I’d spent so long around ultra-high-level veterans that this wasn’t particularly impressive.
‘Not some amateur, then.’
I scrutinized him from head to toe, eyes narrowed.
He wore a shabby robe, though he was likely using Polymorph—high-level gear was always flashy.
Stands to reason.
The moment the door closed behind me, I asked:
“What’s a high-level player doing hanging around here?”
Beneath the deeply pulled hood, bright sky-blue eyes caught the light for an instant.
“…This can’t be…”
The man’s entire body began to tremble violently.
He stumbled backward, and his head struck the wall.
The impact jarred the hood free, revealing his face completely.
‘Wow.’
He looked like an avatar of the god of beauty incarnate.
His luminous golden hair, richly curled, had been cut short—it looked like a cherub’s.
Thick brows lent him an air of purity, and his trembling lips, drained of color, were rather thin.
I watched him through narrowed eyes, and when I caught sight of the weapon materializing in his hand, my brow furrowed.
A Holy Sword—its blade gleaming with brilliant light.
A sacred gemstone that shone only in the hands of those who wielded holy mana was set into its hilt.
A combat priest.
“My apologies. Quite forward of me to draw a blade on first meeting.”
I stretched my hand into empty air and made a grasping motion toward the man.
The space tore open, and a massive hand formed of black mist materialized, seizing him entirely in an instant.
[Shadow’s Grasp.
Incapacitates target for 10 seconds.
If the target resists, duration extends proportionally to the target’s MP gauge.
※ Cannot be used simultaneously with offensive magic.]
“Hgh!”
He thrashed about like a hamster caught in a human’s grip.
[Target resisted. Shadow’s Grasp duration extended by 10 seconds. Total: 20 seconds.]
He clearly didn’t know that I couldn’t attack while using this skill.
I leisurely dragged a chair over, positioned it before him, and sat down with my legs crossed.
“The Evil God…!”
“So you’ve figured out who I am? How fascinating. How did you know?”
I tapped my cheeks lightly and tilted my head.
“You shouldn’t be able to access my information, should you?”
Between Players, only level and equipment could be viewed unless they were friends.
Besides, I was a monster.
There was no way he could check my equipment window.
The man glared at me with eyes burning with fury.
“Why would I tell you that?”
“Would you prefer to die right here, right now? You came looking for me, didn’t you?”
He clenched his teeth, clearly seething.
I pulled up my information window and checked his name.
Michael Iruver.
‘How righteous a name is that.’
“Michael? Since I’m listening, go ahead and speak. What brought you here?”
“My business here is finished. That Akut Hevgenia brought in a new party member who’s the Evil God—this matter is…”
“Why are you treading on Akut’s heels?”
Michael clamped his mouth shut.
‘A Level 230 player has no reason to chase a novice around. There’d be no connection between them.’
But it was no concern of mine.
‘What matters is that he’s about the only high-level Player I can encounter right now.’
While I was racking my brain, Michael remained silent.
Rather than desperately hiding something, he seemed as though he himself was caught in considerable turmoil.
‘What’s wrong with him?’
I shrugged and scrutinized him slowly.
Fortunately, his continued resistance kept extending the duration of Shadow’s Grasp.
It would likely persist until his MP reached zero.
‘Level 230 isn’t common.’
What should I do?
I didn’t want to let him slip away if I could help it.
‘If I start a fight, there’s no escape—I’ll end up killing Michael outright.’
“Mm…”
‘A shame. He looks useful.’
I pulled one corner of my mouth into a grin.
Michael’s eyes trembled, staring at a face that would look cunning and demonic to anyone who saw it.
‘Only Akut can neutralize me, but perhaps…’
It all came down to how you used people.
I released Shadow’s Grasp and let him go.
Michael immediately spun around as if desperate to flee, but he hesitated because I was right in front of him.
He was like a deer frozen in terror before a tiger.
“Michael. You seem to have much to settle with Akut. How about we make a deal?”
“What…?”
“I create the opportunity, and you kill me at the right moment. Fair enough?”
I enticed him, tapping his cold cheek lightly with the tip of my black nails.
“You want to kill me anyway, don’t you? Wouldn’t you like the incredible items and experience points?”
When I widened my eyes and smiled with an eerie edge, his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“I’m not in a party with Akut because I want to be.”
I brought my hand near his neck, where the pink tattoo marked his skin, and made a grabbing motion. Instantly, a silver chain came into view.
Clink…….
Fine, delicate links trembled in my palm.
Michael’s eyes, which had been watching me with suspicion, widened.
“See? This cursed item. I’ve been dragged along because of it.”
“…….”
“Just as you revive in the Holy Sanctuary when you die, I revive in the Demon Castle. I’m tired of playing house, so help me get home. That’s all I’m asking.”
To be precise, only the Boss Monster’s Data Fragment returns to the Demon Castle.
I would open my eyes in the real world.
“Cooperate. You don’t have any other choice.”
I ran my scarlet lips together and whispered menacingly, and beads of cold sweat began to form on Michael’s brow.
The level of Players who could reach the Grand Hall of the Demon Castle was at minimum level 300 to 400.
Level 230 was considerable, but it fell far short of those monster Players who tracked me to the final Boss.
Yet even those monsters had suffered complete defeat at my hands and retreated.
For as long as six years.
‘Come to think of it, what is the Max Level in this game anyway? It’s different every time I check.’
While I was absorbed in thought, Michael made a sharp counterargument.
“Do you think I could kill you? At a measly level 230?”
I nodded with confidence.
“Yes. You could. If Akut uses the Leash, I’m completely disarmed. Kill me then.”
“…….”
“Easy, right?”
“You’re not lying.”
“Hm?”
Coming late out of my reverie, I lifted my brow.
Michael quietly pushed my shoulder to create distance, then brushed his hands.
“What you’re saying—it’s not a lie.”
“How do you know?”
“I have the Insight skill.”
“So what? At level 230, your Insight skill would be mediocre at best. Your level couldn’t pierce through my mental defenses.”
“…….”
“But then again…… you just did pierce through.”
I let out a thin groan and pressed my hand to my waist.
“So you saw through with Insight that I’m a Demon God? How did that happen…… something’s not right…… .”
“…….”
“Well, that doesn’t matter.”
Before Michael, tensed to his limit, could lose consciousness, I pulled myself together and sat down in the chair with a bright smile.
“What matters is that you understood my sincerity. What does your abnormally strong Insight skill have to do with me anyway? Right?”

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