The Boss Wants to Die - Chapter 5

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The Boss Wants to Die
Episode 5
“You went through all this hardship to claim the reward for capturing the Evil God, didn’t you? Don’t you need the overflowing gold, jewels, and treasures? Rare artifacts?”
……
“I’m giving you the chance. Take them. Stop doing these strange things.”
Akt seemed dispirited, somehow.
“Not interested. I don’t need them.”
Akt propped his chin on his hand and stared directly at me.
His black eyes clung like gum, crawling sluggishly across my face.
It was an unsettling gaze.
Gentle conversation, relentless attention, unguarded gestures—
Everything Akt did rubbed me the wrong way.
“Elixirs and such must cost a fortune. You’d want to recover your investment at least.”
Even forcing myself to continue despite the discomfort, my chest remained tight.
It was because I’d caught a glimpse of something disturbingly luminous in the madness that flickered in his languid, half-lidded black eyes.
My heart constricted. Anxiety crept in.
‘I can only Logout if I die. I have to win Akt over somehow.’
I felt my lips dry and moistened them with my tongue.
Unlike makeup, the Polymorph form wouldn’t degrade—I appreciated that.
“Putting the Primordial Leash on me won’t give you any real gain. It can only suppress me, that’s all.”
“That’s enough. I don’t even like the idea of a situation where I’d need to suppress you…… I’m sorry……”
As he spoke, Akt’s gaze turned sorrowful.
This “sorry” man wants to bind me this thoroughly?
Hollow flattery that won’t stick.
I scoffed inwardly and pressed on.
“If suppression is all you can do, that means you can’t give me orders. Do you understand the difference?”
Right. He’s just a novice who knows nothing.
He happened to get lucky and acquired a Legendary Weapon, but he’s ignorant about the Game itself.
I can teach him.
Show him how pointless this all is.
If I teach him well enough about the harsh rules of this cruel Game world, maybe he’ll change his mind.
I reassured myself without pause.
“You were hoping that by suppressing me, you could use the Evil God as a weapon, weren’t you? Dream on. I will absolutely never do what you tell me to do.”
“I see.”
“Yes, that’s right! All you can do is keep me quiet……”
“That’s wonderful.”
“What. What did you say?”
“We can be together without you getting hurt. That’s wonderful.”
Akt pulled the corners of his mouth upward and smiled.
I ignored the goosebumps rising on my forearms and tensed my neck.
“You said there’s no reward at all. There’s nothing for you to gain. Do you understand that?”
“Yes. I understand perfectly.”
“No, you don’t! You’re not understanding at all!”
I raised my voice, struggling not to be consumed by agitation.
“There’s nothing in this for you—so why are you doing this pointless thing?”
“Why would there be nothing for me? You’re at my side.”
I looked at him with a face that couldn’t comprehend.
Akt gathered his disheveled white hair and arranged it over his broad, imposing shoulders.
Then he lowered his lashes with heartbreaking delicacy.
That simple act released an overwhelmingly sultry atmosphere. From such a massive man.
I swallowed dryly and felt my hands curl into fists.
The undeniable aura he emanated kept catching in my throat.
Akt murmured.
“Gold, jewels, treasures? You don’t know me. Not at all……”
His husky, gravelly voice scraped across my eardrums.
“But that’s all right. I’ll teach you going forward.”
“Wh—what?”
“That I don’t need such things.”
He sat up straight and looked directly at me.
“I only need you. That’s enough.”
He tilted his upper body at an angle, leaning his face closer.
Beneath the sharp scent of wood cologne, a dense, heavy musk emanated from Akt.
It was an almost offensive fragrance for a creature with such acute olfactory senses.
A musk like that of a beast—that’s what came from Akt.
His voice rang like a bell as he whispered against my ear.
“If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you until you’re satisfied.”
I bolted upright from my seat.
Crash!
The chair toppled backward with a clatter.
Akt’s eyes widened in surprise at my sudden movement.
Yet his posture remained perfectly composed.
He was still gazing up at me with the bearing of a devoted priest.
I clutched at the ear he’d whispered against and shouted.
“You—you’re a pervert!”
“A pervert? That’s too harsh. I’m a priest.”
“What do you want from me?”
I could tell he wasn’t lying.
You could read it plainly from his demeanor alone.
‘He’s completely insane.’
Words failed me.
‘Absolutely unhinged.’
How on earth was I supposed to Logout with this madman?
I raised my trembling hand and pointed an accusing finger at him.
“When did you ever even see me before?”
“The moment you entered the Demon Castle, I fell for you.”
“Do you take me for a fool? You came prepared to drag me out—you even brought the Primordial Club and the Primordial Leash.”
“Sharp of you.”
Akt rolled his eyes and murmured with apparent regret.
“What kind of lunatic falls for a monster and actually tries to drag them out?”
“Do you find me that disagreeable?”
“How could I not?”
“You said my face was lewd. I thought you liked it.”
“What—what are you…”
A face that somehow conjured a vaguely erotic tension smiled at me with disarming innocence. It only made my skin crawl.
I recoiled in alarm.
He was a man who knew how to wield his own body like an instrument.
His expressions, his voice, his bearing—all of it.
Watching him shift flawlessly into whatever feeling he desired sent a chill down my spine.
Though his subtly deferential posture never wavered.
“You don’t seem to like that much. Do you prefer the cute type?”
“Prefer? Why would we be comparing preferences, you and I?”
I rubbed the back of my stiff neck, overwhelmed by his intensity.
After six years alone, he was too formidable an opponent to handle head-on.
“Of course it matters. You have eyes too, don’t you? If we’re going to spend time together, isn’t it better if what you see is pleasant? Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re never disappointed.”
As if pleading for a scrap of favor, Akt clung to me.
For a moment, I could have sworn I saw a tail wagging behind his back.
‘Am I losing my mind too?’
A tail—as if he were a dog.
‘Get it together. Get it together!’
I shook my head vigorously, trying to regain my composure.
“So what I’m asking is, why on earth—”
“Do you prefer restraint?”
Akt casually sidestepped my fundamental question and sank into thought of his own.
“That’s difficult for me, though. I’m naturally outgoing…”
Akt looked genuinely mournful.
“It’s already such a strain holding back on this.”
I could only gape silently.
This creature had a talent for leaving me speechless.
Akt continued without seeming to sense any problem with what he’d said.
“But I’ll try my best. If reserved is your preference.”
‘I can’t handle this.’
I trembled violently.
‘He’ll never kill me. I have to nip this in the bud right here.’
I’d been thinking about this all wrong.
This wasn’t someone who could be reasoned with through words.
This madman was wearing the mask of a devoted priest.
‘To open the path to Logout, I have to kill him and escape!’
I tried to cast a skill and hurl him into the depths of hell.
Then a hologram flickered into existence, ghostlike, hurling a warning at me.
[Warning!]
[You are wearing the Primordial Leash! You cannot use any power that threatens your master!]
‘This can’t be happening……!’
The moment I tried to summon the Instant Death Skill, mana was sucked into the tattoo at my neck.
Standing rigidly in place, I tried to strike Akt down by sheer force.
But almost at once, I collapsed helplessly to the side.
‘Damn it…….’
Akt caught me around the waist with one arm, steadying my posture with effortless grace.
Then he pressed his palm to his forehead, his expression clouded with concern.
“Are you all right? Does something hurt?”
“What… what do you think of me… I’m the God of Calamity……!”
“Why don’t you sit on the bed? Your position looks uncomfortable.”
He settled me onto the bed with careful deliberation.
It was the kind of tenderness you’d show when handling a piece of glass art.
I wanted to scream.
I was hundreds of times more durable than him. He had to know that.
‘It’s just… something ingrained in him. Serving a master.’
I was the one wearing the leash, yet he moved like a dog on a chain.
The situation made no sense whatsoever.
“You were trying to kill me, weren’t you? If you suddenly collapse like that, you might hurt yourself, so be careful.”
“Damn it…….”
I swore roughly, my tongue heavy and uncooperative.
“Don’t curse at me…….”
I gathered every ounce of strength and shoved him hard, toppling him over.
Crash—the sound of his massive frame hitting the wooden floor echoed loudly.
I threw myself onto him and seized his throat, but no force came with it.
To make matters worse, Akt’s neck was thick as a tree trunk, and I couldn’t grip it properly with both hands.
“Here we go again.”
Akt let out a weary sigh.
“What’s the problem?”
“You really don’t know? Everything is the problem.”
There was nothing normal about any of this.
Not the Player obsessed with a Monster, nor the Boss Monster desperate to die.
‘This can’t be it. I can’t be trapped like this, not so pathetically.’
I clenched my teeth.
‘Even to find another way to die, I have to dispose of this bastard.’
Dying.
Logout—I couldn’t surrender on those.
They were everything to me.
Chewing my lower lip, I began to cast a skill.
[The God of Calamity Helrod…….]
“Don’t.”

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