The Boss Wants to Die - Chapter 37

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The boss wants to die.
Episode 37
Just how fortunate was Akt, anyway?
He wasn’t just handsome—his frame was broad and imposing.
Those starlit strands of hair, those ruddy, full lips, those half-lidded eyes that seemed so at ease……
The Inn materialized as I dwelled on thoughts of Akt.
I shook my head to clear it.
‘Focus. Focus.’
I glanced around to confirm no one was watching, then stepped inside the Inn.
I had to be wary of Michael.
‘I’ve kept some semblance of moral conscience, but Blood Drinking is still Blood Drinking. If Michael finds out, he’ll be furious.’
I hadn’t indiscriminately devoured every Player who’d followed me to Oranda.
Those who’d grown serious and refused—who’d genuinely balked at being eaten—I’d let them go.
My prey, to be precise, was of a different sort entirely.
“Blood?”
“…….”
“Hah, shit.”
The kind who threatened and demanded to satisfy their greed by force.
A man who hadn’t the faintest notion that I was a Demon God strutted toward me with arrogant confidence, lifting his chin.
I twisted my lips into a smile.
It was time to feed like the Demon God I was.
“Blood? That’s a new excuse, I’ll give you that.”
“…….”
“Don’t ruin the mood. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. But if you’ve dragged someone all the way here, you’d better see it through.”
Did he have any idea he was throwing his weight around with a Boss Monster?
“You were the one who suggested this in the first place, weren’t you? You brought this on yourself. Even if something rough happens here, you won’t be able to tell a soul.”
“…….”
“If you back out now, I won’t be able to keep things gentle. You understand what I’m saying?”
The gaslighting I could pull off because he didn’t know my true nature was almost laughable.
Crack—
I cracked my knuckles and licked my lower lip slowly, deliberately.
‘How long can he keep that swagger up?’
The Player couldn’t access my information, yet his clumsy bravado carried a confidence of its own.
Level 102.
A high-level Player loitering in a low-level town.
‘They say most of them are scum. How true.’
He’d assumed I was naturally low-level, planning to manipulate me at will.
He’d probably thought I was somewhere between Level 40 and 60.
I laughed.
“Yeah, of course. You came wagging your tail like a dog after something you fancied. You know that? This is all your fault.”
I’d been ready to let him go if he’d said no, but no—what was all this nonsense?
“What—?”
I grabbed the bewildered man by the collar and tore into his exposed throat.
It happened in an instant.
The Player’s mouth fell open as the situation registered. A scream was about to tear free.
“Stay quiet, would you?”
“Mmph, uuugh—!!”
I crammed a towel into his mouth and began drinking his blood in earnest.
I’d deliberately disabled the Pain Reduction Skill.
This bastard needed to taste what agony felt like.
I drew it in greedily, malice flowing with each pull, and his body convulsed against the onslaught of pain.
[Blood Drinking 40%!]
[Blood Drinking 60%!]
The gauge rose steadily.
[Blood Drinking 100%!]
[Human Blood is Delicious! NEW!]
— Achieve Condition: Blood Drinking 10 times (4/10)]
The moment the first instance of Blood Drinking registered, I hurled him to the floor.
“Tastes like garbage.”
I retched dryly, catching my breath, when a new holographic window suddenly appeared.
I looked up in confusion.
[Michael Iruver’s Affection has risen dramatically!]
“Huh?”
‘What? Is Michael nearby?’
I scanned the surroundings, but there was only a low-quality player writhing in pain.
‘Even if he were here, his Affection wouldn’t go up from watching me drink blood. What’s going on?’
“Ugh, ahhh, aaaahhhhh!”
The man’s screams interrupted my attempt to make sense of the situation.
I kicked his backside in annoyance and drove him into the corridor.
“Get lost. You sucked blood from a beautiful lady and had the gall to ask for help—nobody’s buying that nonsense.”
I wondered if anyone would believe him anyway. Right?
The man fled with a ghastly pale face.
He likely wouldn’t dare show his face in this town again for some time, if only from fear.
I wiped the blood from my lips with my sleeve and opened the quest window.
[Reverence for the Evil God. NEW!
― Achievement Condition: Michael Iruver’s Affection 80 points (40/80)]
“Forty? It went up by forty points? All at once?”
Despite the elation that made me want to jump, an ominous feeling tickled the back of my head.
Since things had never gone smoothly before, I’d naturally developed a suspicious mind.
“There’s no way Affection could jump like that. Is this a bug?”
I was about to call Michael out to verify, then caught sight of myself and bolted to the bathroom.
Unused to Blood Drinking, my whole face was a mess of blood.
‘He already told me not to drink blood, and if he sees me like this, he’ll think I’m making fun of him.’
The taste lingering in my mouth was utterly vile compared to Michael’s pure and pristine blood.
I gargled the foul, fishy stench away thoroughly and changed into fresh clothes.
As I did, the excitement faded and my reason returned.
‘But what am I supposed to tell Michael if I call him out?’
I sat in a chair, lost in thought.
‘I can’t interrogate him about why his Affection went up. And if he gets suspicious, what then?’
It seemed better to save up money and meet him naturally to check later.
And my stomach wasn’t sitting right either.
“Ugh, I feel nauseous. Why am I suddenly so queasy…….”
Rumble-rumble-rumble.
My stomach made a loud noise and signaled distress.
“Urgh!”
I clapped a hand over my mouth and rushed to the toilet.
For reasons unknown, my insides seized and convulsed.
“Why all of a sudden, urgh, uuuuurgh!”
No matter how I thought about it, the blood I’d just drunk was the only explanation.
There must have been a serious defect in it.
‘Damn it!’
Even after gargling, the stench of rotting fish backed up from my stomach.
Tears prickled my eyes and my cheeks paled as my stomach heaved violently.
It was as though my body was rejecting it out of sheer disgust.
“Heave, hack, cough-cough-cough!”
I wanted nothing more than to empty my stomach, but instead of vomiting, the world spun dizzy and blurred.
‘It’s as if I drank poison instead of blood.’
The ceiling turned yellow and my strength drained away.
I sprawled flat on my back on the bathroom floor, and not long after, a cheerful chime sounded.
Ding!
[A Nausea Debuff has been triggered!
You have consumed blood of exceptionally poor quality. For 5 minutes, you will experience nausea and severe dizziness.]
[You have achieved an accomplishment and obtained a new Title!]
[An Evil God Stricken with Food Poisoning!
Oh dear, did you get food poisoning?
I’m sure you’ve seen how humans sometimes eat the wrong thing and get a stomachache. Well, this is exactly that!]
Are you making fun of me right now?
Pretending to give me an accomplishment while you mock me?!
“Damn it…….”
I crawled back and hung my head over the toilet bowl.
Heave—a violent, pointless retching that left me gasping for breath.
“Did that blood rot or something? I’m losing my mind!”
[Congratulations! You have met the condition to unlock a new Passive Skill!
― Food Poisoning Strikes an Evil God! Achievement Unlocked (1/1)]
[You have acquired the Passive Skill ‘The Scent That Calls Blood’.
Now you can hunt down quality blood by scent alone. For a connoisseur Evil God, this is merely a basic necessity!]
“Stop wasting time with that garbage and get me what I need—ugh, blegh!”
Fortunately, the five minutes had nearly elapsed by the time I finished scanning the cascading information.
I rinsed my mouth and splashed cold water on my face, which had grown haggard in the interim.
I resented being trapped by such a worthless creature—it made no sense that I was suffering like this.
‘If I’d known it would come to this, I would’ve kicked his ass far harder.’
I muttered under my breath and drew in a deep lungful of air.
Then, the various blood scents scattered throughout the air became individually perceptible, as if each carried an identification card.
‘Is this the new Passive Skill? Not half bad.’
I inhaled more deeply.
Among the dozens of blood-scents, a single strand of aroma seized my consciousness.
That blood-scent was faint and slender because its owner had been absent for some time, but it was incomparably distinct.
‘Why didn’t I notice this until now? It’s no ordinary blood.’
I was curious not only about its taste, but what Buff it might carry.
Every drop of blood I’d drunk so far had been so poor in quality that there’d been no Buff to speak of.
‘What sort of useful Buff attaches to an Evil God?’
I am the final Boss.
I would have been lying if I said I wasn’t anticipating what benefit it could possibly grant to one already trained to his limit.
I focused my attention and pursued the distinctive scent.
Like a strand of silver thread tangled among faded skeins, the noble and glittering fragrance was so mesmerizing I nearly lost myself.
I tilted my head back, tracing the scent’s trail, and realized that the aroma connected to the room beside mine.
I left the bathroom and entered that room.
The silver-thread-like blood-scent branched into multiple strands and grew thicker, yet remained faint.
It was because the owner had left.
‘Frustrating…’
I licked my lips, climbed out the window, and followed the scent down the street, through the alleys, into an old Tavern.
The blood-scents of many people crashed down on me violently, like wine pouring from a shattered oak barrel.
I pushed through a moment of vertigo and walked forward with unwavering steps.
Following that softly gleaming scent, sensory torment of this degree was nothing to me.
That scent—it was not something that could be dismissed as merely blood-scent.
It resembled the sky-wind I had yearned for throughout my confinement in Demonic Realm.
Or it was like the warmth and softness of sunlight, different from the cold, mineral gleam of a chandelier.
It glittered, and it shone, and it overflowed with vitality.
I could tell at once that it stood at the diametrically opposite end of my existence.

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