The Boss Wants to Die - Chapter 6

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The boss wants to die.
Chapter 6
Crackle—!
As Akt made a grasping motion at empty air, the invisible chains of the Primordial Collar wound around his hands.
The Skill being cast was instantly swallowed back, unraveling in a heartbeat.
The moment my Skill was canceled, I drew my weapon.
[The Evil God Helord has stolen the Reaper’s Scythe!
The scythe that walks with death, the Blackthorn Scythe, begins to reap the life energy around it!]
[Reaper’s Scythe Debuff has been activated.
It continuously drains the Stamina of all Players except the Evil God.]
I wanted to pierce Akt’s heart with the scythe and be done with it, but that would only tighten the Collar’s grip.
So I aimed for the chains instead.
Whoosh—!
As I swept the scythe in a wide arc, a violent gust tore through the room, toppling everything in sight.
A small table lamp clattered to the floor of dark mahogany wood, and Akt’s white hair whipped around him.
I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his.
My black hair wove through the silver strands of his.
‘Spamming Skills like that was foolish.’
There was an opening.
I lunged to cut the chains with the scythe.
But suddenly, Akt’s hand—which had been docile until now—thrust forward into my grip.
He seized the blade of the scythe with his bare hand.
Against the black of the weapon, his snow-white palm stood out starkly.
His expression turned grave, as though he’d never been playful at all.
“Stop. It’s fine if I get hurt, but you’ll end up injured like this.”
[The Primordial Collar is equipped. All abilities have reverted to their primordial state and become nothing.]
The scythe and Debuff effect vanished in an instant.
‘No, no…….’
I strained with all my strength to break free even without weapons, and a pink tattoo on my skin flickered faintly.
[The Primordial Collar absorbs all of the target’s Stamina.]
[Warning!]
[You have entered a Near-Death State. Please drink a Potion or rest.]
‘This can’t be…….’
I forced my eyelids open as they threatened to close.
Even with zero Stamina, the Evil God’s body stubbornly clung to consciousness.
“Are you…… trying to play house with me……?”
I spoke through gritted teeth.
“I have no intention of dancing to your tune…….”
“Could you just try thinking a bit more positively?”
The man asked in a sorrowful voice.
The large hand holding me was trembling faintly.
Like a drowning man grasping at straws—desperate, clinging.
Eyes begging for appeasement fixed themselves on me, pleading.
I knew that look.
It was the eyes of a dog afraid of being abandoned.
“If you stay with me, it will be different from when you were at the Demonic Castle…… Ugh.”
I poured everything I had into throttling his neck.
Sparks crackled from the Collar with a sharp, hissing sound.
“Do I look like I’m joking? Do you find all this funny and thrilling?”
‘I’ve been waiting for six years.’
Tears welled in my eyes, bloodshot and glistening.
‘Just to die, just to have my life back! I’ve been waiting for six whole years!’
Even as his life hung by a thread, Akt made no move to force me further—he simply remained still.
Because of this, the Collar’s restraint loosened.
This was the moment.
When he made such a foolish, unguarded choice.
“You’re making a mistake.”
I bore down on his throat with malice.
“You’ll come to regret showing me this kind of mercy. Killing you is easier than crushing an ant. Do you understand?”
Akt spoke, his face flushed red from the strangling.
“So if you kill me, what changes?”
His careless question left my mind reeling.
I ground my teeth, forcing back the heat that rose behind my eyes.
Akt’s black gaze never wavered from me, and it was driving me to madness.
“You’re a demon god—you know as well as I do that killing me solves nothing.”
…….
“Is that what you want? To go back to the Demonic Castle?”
That desolate, frozen place.
To wait alone again through endless, aimless years with no end in sight?
My whole body convulsed.
I pushed myself up from him, breathing ragged and uneven.
A tempest of emotion crashed through me.
“Why are you doing this to me? Why this cruelty?”
“Cough—cough!”
Akt seized his throat, hacking roughly.
I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.
The Tiara perched near my crown slipped, pulling strands taut, but the pain barely registered.
“What’s the point of these games with a Monster?”
“I’m not a simple Monster. I speak with you, feel things.”
…….
“I’m no different from a person.”
And those words scraped raw against everything in me.
“That’s a beautiful lie.”
You’re a Player!
Monsters are just algorithms.
NPCs are nothing but well-designed artificial intelligence—you know this better than anyone!
How is it anything but deception when you speak that way?
‘The demon god has a beautiful form, so you simply want to own him.’
Like a pet.
My lower lip split from where I’d bitten it, and iron flooded my mouth.
“Stop lying. Tell me the truth, and I’ll cooperate. Is there something you want to accomplish using my strength? Let me help.”
Akt chose silence, as if he saw no need to answer.
I’d never truly seen how frightening he was before—usually he wore that smile, but now his blank face stood dark and terrifying.
After a long pause, he asked softly.
“It seems conversation isn’t possible without death.”
His voice was soaked in sorrow and melancholy.
“We keep coming back to the start. At this rate, we can’t be together.”
…….
“Do you want to die so badly?”
Akt’s black eyes were empty as he asked.
I should have thrown his question back at him, but my tongue had gone numb.
My lips trembled, glued together.
“Do you want me to kill you? With these hands, I would…….”
Akt gazed down at his own hands as he spoke.
Though his eyes weren’t on me, something about it felt dangerously close.
I forced down a dry swallow.
The gentle, tender warmth that had been in his gaze was gone entirely.
“Yes. Better dead than dragged along by a novice Priestess like you.”
At least then Logout would be possible.
I swallowed the rest and fixed him with a glare.
“Understood.”
Akt nodded, his face still expressionless.
“Then let’s make a deal.”
“A deal?”
“If you meet my condition, I’ll give you the death you want.”
“What condition?”
“My happiness.”
Akt murmured quietly, looking at me.
“Make me happy. Then I’ll give you the death you crave.”
When I didn’t answer at once, just parting my lips in silence, Akt continued coldly.
“I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll get you anything you need, follow your orders, crawl between your legs if you command it. I’ll do all of it.”
“Anything?”
“Yes. Anything.”
He laughed, resignation flickering across his face.
I couldn’t tell what he found amusing.
“But there’s one condition—just one. I won’t kill. That all right?”
“…….”
“The condition’s simple. I only need you to make me happy.”
“Even for a moment?”
“Even for a single second.”
Akt answered.
“If you make me happy for even a fleeting instant, I’ll kill you. Painlessly. Gently.”
His eyes, fathomless and black as an abyss, bore into me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
“I’ll give you the death you so desperately want.”
“…….”
“…… Make me happy.”
‘What could possibly be making you so miserable?’
I clenched my fists and glared at him.
‘Even for a single second, he says.’
Trapped in a game world with no memory, imprisoned in the Demonic Castle—was he really more wretched than me?
It was pathetic.
Here I was, weighing unhappiness like some kind of scale, and that itself was pathetic.
“That’s it? That’s all it takes? One second of happiness?”
A laugh escaped me—bitter, hollow.
“It sounds too easy.”
“Does it?”
Akt righted the fallen chairs as he spoke.
“You won’t be able to make me happy. That’s why I set this condition.”
“…….”
“So I can keep you by my side.”
“You don’t understand—happiness isn’t as grand as you think.”
I couldn’t comprehend him at all.
“Someone finds joy tasting sweet candy, or falling into deep sleep, or gazing at a beautiful flower. If one second of happiness is your condition, you should’ve killed me today already.”
Akt’s flat gaze flickered toward me, then fell to the scattered wreckage strewn across the floor.
“Would that still hold true, if the happiness bloomed atop someone’s death?”
“…….”
“Could a person still be happy, even then?”
“…….”
“People are more complicated than they seem. There’s so much they’re burdened with. Troublesome, really…….”
Akt trailed off and lifted the Table Lamp, its bulb shattered.
Glass shards cascaded down with a sharp, crystalline sound.
“Would that still hold true, if the happiness bloomed atop someone’s death?”
Something felt wrong.
The way he spoke of death—it felt like he meant me.
‘And this condition was one I set, to reach my own death.’
If Akt despised my death above all else, then I could never make him happy.
The more I struggled to die, the more he would suffer.
‘As long as I don’t break the contract out of a desire not to die, there’s no way for Akt to ever be happy.’
I snapped to my senses and shook my head.
‘That’s insane.’
Akt and I only met yesterday.
Delusions of grandeur of this magnitude were a sickness.
“I understand your condition. But how am I supposed to trust you enough to make this deal?”
“We divide the symbol of the contract between us.”
“You forgot I’m a boss? Transactions only work between Players…….”

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