The Boss Wants to Die - Chapter 50

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The boss wants to die.
Chapter 50
She shook her head, drawing out her words with a note of regret.
“So I just killed him. My apologies, Egilpid.”
Matia ended with that and began humming lightly to herself.
Picking up the items Egilpid had dropped one by one.
She didn’t look sorry in the slightest.
“Evil God Helord. Are you getting along well with your first master?”
I bared my teeth and let out a growl.
[Evil God’s Threat.
The Evil God’s growl emits a powerful subsonic frequency.
Reduces the target’s movement speed and defense by 5 percent. Inflicts fear status on the target for 30 seconds.]
With the passive skill in effect, her mind should have been clouded, but Matia was holding steady.
Perhaps she practiced mental discipline to resist fear.
‘Her mental defense must be high.’
I called up the information window to check her Level.
‘Level 232. About the same as Michael.’
Her class was Assassin, which suited her aggressive nature perfectly.
“If you’re not satisfied with your current master, come to us. I’m confident we’ll treat you well.”
Acte stepped forward smoothly.
His massive frame blocked my view like a fence, and beneath his dignified priestly robes, thick muscles rippled with movement.
I felt a slight sense of disgust.
Where in the world does that count as a healer?
He looks ready to throw a punch any second.
It seemed I’d need to put a Bastard Sword in his hands sooner or later.
“Acte. Stop blocking my view and step aside.”
Acte looked at me with clear displeasure.
“What are you planning to do? Your Level’s too low anyway. Don’t take unnecessary risks—move aside.”
Acte held my gaze with those black eyes for a moment, then his body tensed.
Matia let out a whistle.
It was because Acte’s cool expression had flicked toward her in that instant.
“Your momentum is remarkably impressive? I find it hard to believe you’re a low-level player.”
I ignored Matia’s admiration and furrowed my brow.
“What exactly are you offering to do for me?”
“Is there something you desire?”
I raised one eyebrow.
I examined her face to discern her intentions, but she was wearing a mask, so her expression was unreadable.
‘Does she know I want to die?’
Only Acte and Michael knew my wish.
If she’d hidden her presence and followed me here, she could have overheard our conversation and learned it that way, but the odds were slim.
I would have definitely noticed at some point if that were the case.
‘Among the worshippers, there must be players with higher Levels than Matia.’
Could I actually die?
I glanced sideways at Acte.
He was staring at Matia impassively.
I felt it again—an impassive Acte is genuinely frightening.
Matia was subtly wary of him too, keeping her posture free from openings.
“We can fulfill whatever you desire. Of course, that means we’d have to kill your current master.”
“If we hadn’t killed Egilpid, Acte would have died long ago.”
“You’ll need time to think, so we’ve bought you that much for now.”
Matia chirped on earnestly about how they put the Evil God’s will first above all else.
I let out a derisive snort.
“You know how to play cute rather well.”
“Oh? So you appreciate it?”
She laughed brightly, delighted.
“If you wish, we can help you regardless of your master. Find us. My role was simply to kill Egilpid, so I should be going now.”
At that final moment, the masked Matia’s face turned toward Acte.
Acte stood rigidly beside me like an obedient wolf, spine straight and unyielding.
“Well then, goodbye.”
Matia waved, and as if melting into liquid, she poured down into the ground and vanished.
My head was throbbing so badly I pressed my temples, and the system blared a fanfare while projecting a hologram.
[Baron Roman’s true commissioned quest has been completed!]
[You have obtained 20 Party Points as a quest reward!]
‘Finally……!’
I fought the urge to grin as I looked at my accumulated 20 points, my mouth twitching with barely suppressed satisfaction.
‘All I have to do is invest this in the Love Prisoner Route. Then I can fill Michael’s Affinity gauge.’
At the same time, Acte’s Level, standing beside me, surged upward in rapid succession.
[Acte’s Level has increased by 1.]
[Acte’s Level has increased by 1.]
.
.
.
[Acte has achieved Level 50!]
Five levels climbed in an instant, pushing him straight to 50, though it still felt low.
‘At this level range, it’s quite substantial experience, though.’
“Levels aren’t climbing very fast.”
Acte pointed dismissively at the empty air, his expression displeased.
It looked like he was distributing his newly acquired Skill Points.
I spoke carelessly, tossing the words out without weight.
“It’s actually climbing quite quickly.”
Acte rolled his eyes down at me.
“Are you trying to comfort me?”
“I’m saying it because if you push too hard and collapse, leveling will slow down.”
“Thanks. For the comfort.”
At least he listens.
Even if he only hears what he wants to hear.
As I frowned, Acte burst into a wide smile instead.
“I’ll level up diligently so I don’t have to hear pointless things from you anymore.”
What exactly is he trying to be careful about?
Is he planning to storm the lair of the Evil God Worshippers and wipe them out?
It was absurd given Acte’s level, yet something about it felt unnervingly plausible, and my skin prickled.
“Dealing with them is tedious anyway.”
“No, I…….”
It wasn’t tedious.
I trailed off and closed my mouth.
Acte was staring straight at me.
“Why?”
Acte’s voice dropped low, like a deep cello.
“Interested? In abandoning me and going somewhere else?”
He asked simply, as he always did.
But his dark eyes gleamed with a relentless, piercing light.
It was madness, layered so thinly you could almost miss it.
Helord’s instinct as an evil god told him this.
There would be nothing good about provoking this.
“Stop asking. Right now, you’re the one annoying me.”
I pushed away Acte’s head as he leaned in close and spoke.
“Fine.”
Acte was pushed back and began tidying up the accumulated holograms.
His compliance was suspiciously smooth.
Not long after, quest notification windows erupted simultaneously across the interface, blinking noisily.
It was because Acte was the party leader, so all quest-related notifications were shared with everyone.
[Acte’s Class Quest recommended Level has been adjusted downward from 60 to 50!]
[Having made contact with an Evil God Worshipper, Acte has officially accepted the quest: ‘Convert the Evil God Worshippers.’]
An hourglass spun in the lower right corner of my vision, briefly showing a loading screen.
Soon enough, the details of the officially accepted Class Quest materialized before me.
Ding!
[The Worshippers’ Den of Vice.]
The quest title alone was ominous.
I checked the description.
[To convert the Evil God Worshippers, you must begin with the lowly ranks.
The Evil God Worshippers were far more tightly organized and solidly structured than I’d anticipated, with their lowest-level remnants scattered throughout Elinpia.
Raid the brothels where these vermin hide like a plague and bring them to enlightenment.
― Completion Condition: Clear the Worshippers’ Brothel Dungeon.
― Reward: Unlock one exclusive skill for the Primordial Priest.]
Ding!
[You are the Evil God!]
Again, a separate notice window had appeared just for me.
[Upon clearing this quest, you will earn double Party Points when any new Party Quest is completed!]
“?”
I’d barely paid attention at first, but now something didn’t sit right.
‘I’ve been wondering about this for a while—why are they looking out for me too?’
The Worshippers’ Brothel quest wasn’t a Party Quest.
It was Acte’s Class Quest.
So why were they promising me a reward?
‘Do rewards only go to everyone in Party Quests?’
My ignorance of the game’s mechanics left me uncertain.
‘And the conditions and rewards both feel off. If Acte clears his Class Quest, the reward doesn’t come right away, does it?’
It only triggers when a new Party Quest is completed.
That was the condition attached.
Which meant I’d have to accept another Party Quest.
‘So they want me to go through this hell again? Double points is generous, sure, but the condition is a pain in the neck.’
Party Quests only made sense when completed with my companions.
The look on Michael’s face made it clear he wouldn’t be joining us anymore.
Besides, I had no intention of grinding Affinity further once it was maxed.
In short, the conditions were bothersome and the reward itself didn’t appeal to me.
As bait from the system, it was clumsy.
[Michael Iruber has withdrawn from the party.]
“Huh?”
I’d been lost in thought, but I snapped back to attention and looked up.
Michael stood with a detached expression, as though he’d already extracted every scrap of information he could get directly from Acte.
‘I saw this coming.’
Even before we’d arrived at the Lord’s Castle, Michael and Acte had been walking a razor’s edge.
The air had crackled with a tension that could have erupted into open conflict at any moment.
Though they hadn’t cursed or clashed outright, I remembered clearly the vicious exchange of killing intent between them.
‘Michael forced Acte’s true feelings into the open himself. They can’t stay together after that.’
And yet regret lingered.
I found myself nervously gnawing at my lip.
“I suppose this is where we part ways.”
“Why not rest a bit before you go? To celebrate clearing the quest.”
‘If you leave, that means it’s just me and Acte!’
Things were still awkward between Acte and me.
Fighting would have been easier than this.
This was something I couldn’t resolve, couldn’t express—this awful, suspended discomfort cut deeper.
‘Don’t leave us here, Michael!’

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