The Boss Wants to Die - Chapter 66

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The boss wants to die.
Episode 66
Moving his body was a struggle.
Aerial forced himself to try.
‘How does he know about Siris? He shouldn’t be able to know…….’
Aktr’s black eyes seemed to chase after him.
Fear made his legs tremble.
“No, no. It’s fine. It’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about Siris’s photograph.”
Aerial whispered like a madman.
“I won’t let my guard down now. So it’s fine.”
I won’t be helpless again like today, unable to even use my skills.
So it’s fine.
It’ll be fine…….
He turned away from the anxiety and dread rolling in like waves and left the room.
The Demon God was in the next room.
Thanks to that, Aerial managed to meet the Demon God just before collapsing from fever.
“Aerial?”
The Demon God noticed Aerial and opened his eyes wide.
“What’s wrong? Entering my room without even knocking.”
“I have, something to say…….”
“You’re swaying. Sit down first——”
“Let me speak first, listen……!”
He tried to shout, but his weakened voice produced only the sound of wind.
Fortunately, the Demon God listened.
“What are you curious about?”
“Is it possible that…….”
The Demon God’s screams as he burned in fire.
That phantom sound wouldn’t leave; it hummed endlessly in his mind.
It felt so vivid.
He even thought, absurdly, that his fever was the price he had to pay for it.
“Is it possible that I…….”
Killed you?
Just as he was about to voice that taboo question.
Shzzzzzzzzzzzzzt——!
Suddenly, a Silver Chain shot down from the ceiling to the floor, like arrows raining from sky to sky.
It happened in an instant.
“What——!”
The blinding light it emitted caused a sharp, stinging pain like staring directly into the sun.
So Aerial had no chance to resist; his head bowed down first.
“What kind of chain——!”
The light was far too dazzling.
Even Mithril, the divine ore itself, didn’t seem to shine as brightly as this.
The chain was entirely white, and it radiated light as though crowned with an angel’s halo.
He curled his body and pressed himself flat against the floor, struggling to avoid blindness.
As time passed, the clear ringing of the chain faded.
‘Is it over?’
Aerial cautiously lifted his head.
The light that had stung his eyes vanished, and in its place, a milky-white world appeared.
All he could see was an endless white floor and an empty White Space.
‘An illusion?’
He could move perfectly, as though he had never suffered from fever at all.
That only deepened his suspicion that this was an illusion.
‘To break through the illusion, I need to find more evidence that this place is fake.’
Aerial moved forward, searching for clues.
Suddenly, something’s gone wrong somehow, but if I figure it out step by step, it’ll work out.
That’s how it works.
There’s no reason to be afraid.
My body moves fine even within the illusion.
‘So why am I trembling like this.’
Aktr’s warning.
That voice alone feels like it’ll drive me mad.
Every second, warnings whispered ceaselessly at my ear…….
Don’t touch the Demon God.
Don’t approach the Demon God.
If you dare lay so much as a hair on the precious Demon God, I’ll strip away your final love—a ruthlessness without mercy.
That cold, cruel warning.
Yet I ignored it without fear.
I wanted to approach the Demon God and innocently ask if I had killed her.
My body trembled violently.
“Damn it…….”
Aerial shook his head to suppress the fear when it happened.
The master of the space, who seemed never to appear, revealed himself.
‘Is he the one casting this?’
He stopped in his tracks and looked up at the man sitting on the enormous Throne.
The man lounged almost sprawled across a white Throne wound tightly with Silver Chains, his posture indolent and spread.
His arm propped up his chin, and his eyelids were firmly closed.
‘Who is he?’
Aerial examined the man’s features.
An immaculate, vivid white suit clung flawlessly to his muscular frame.
His hair, disheveled like cobwebs, was so pure white it blended seamlessly with his clothes.
Even the eyelashes resting delicately on his beautifully sculpted face were milk-white, so pristine they hurt to look at.
A man who made even comparison to fresh snow seem presumptuous.
Aerial gazed up at him, entranced without realizing it.
The man opened his eyes, which had been closed.
Aerial noticed that among all the substances composing him, only his irises bore a color—deep black.
And only then did he understand.
Aerial’s eyes widened like lanterns.
“Wait, Aktr?”
Aktr exhaled a faint breath and propped his chin again.
His posture bore the marks of patience—intent on suppressing fury.
“I told you not to say anything to the Demon God.”
“You’re the one who locked me here? And you’re only Level 60?”
At Level 60, one couldn’t deploy an Illusion Skill of this magnitude.
‘What’s going on?’
The unease that had plagued Aerial since he began searching for the Demon God’s room intensified.
He urgently summoned his Staff.
“I don’t know what you were thinking revealing yourself, but it was a mistake! Didn’t you realize that once you’re identified as the caster, the Illusion becomes easier to dismantle?”
“…….”
“Right there, I’d burn you to ashes…….”
“Should I kill you, or not.”
Tap. Tap.
Aktr tapped the armrest with his index finger, closing his eyes slowly, then opening them again.
Aerial’s body, drenched in cold sweat, trembled like an aspen leaf.
As a Player, he had never feared death.
But now the terror of dissolution washed over him if he should die.
“Should I kill you, or not.”
“…….”
“Do I have any need to let you live?”
It seemed unlikely.
“But something bothers me. It seemed you were concerned about her…….”
He spoke of the Demon God.
She wanted to keep Aerial close.
Aktr’s brow narrowed.
“I have no choice, it seems…….”
He lived.
Aerial looked as though he might collapse to the ground, but he gritted his teeth and endured.
‘I can’t.’
Bloodshot streaks flooded his eyes.
‘If I break here, I die!’
He clenched his teeth and cast his Skill.
It was a final, desperate struggle.
“What…?”
But something felt wrong.
‘Why isn’t any notification window appearing?’
By now, a hologram announcing that Aerial was using a skill should have materialized.
Yet no hologram appeared—not even a system description of the skill itself.
Aerial hesitated, confusion washing over him.
“Why…?”
In that moment, Aktr raised his right hand.
The hand, gloved in white, moved with elegant precision, pointing directly at Aerial.
The instant his finger singled him out, that sickening sound of chains returned.
Clank-clank-clank—!
From empty air materialized shackles as thick as Aerial’s own thigh.
Aerial startled and tried to flee, but his ankles were already bound by the chain.
‘When did this happen?’
Snap!
Silver shackles clamped around his wrists as well.
“Ugh!”
The shackles were terribly heavy.
It felt as though a boulder the size of a house hung from each wrist.
Unable to bear the weight, his upper body bent like a branch, and both hands slammed into the ground.
Crash—!
He struggled, forced onto his knees, trying desperately to wrench his hands free.
He attempted to use a skill to melt the shackles, but couldn’t so much as conjure a spark—he couldn’t even manage the flame of a candle.
The system was completely unresponsive.
The sting of humiliation numbed Aerial’s reason.
“Wh-what did you do?! Release this at once!”
“Has your love for Siris already faded, it seems?”
Aerial’s breath caught.
As his silence descended, Aktr continued in a measured tone.
“I warned you—I’d burn away every last memory. Did I seem to be joking?”
“You—you’d actually do it? What gives you the right to speak of Siris?”
“Fair point. That’s precisely why I summoned you here.”
Aktr clicked his tongue.
“I can’t simply release you free now that you’re already entangled with the Demon God. So I’ll have to coerce you properly.”
Aktr flipped his index finger and waggled it back and forth.
Like calling a dog to heel.
Aerial gritted his teeth and attempted to cast a skill internally, but it proved useless.
‘How is this possible?’
The reality was utterly unbelievable.
At the very least, some notification should have appeared—either that he couldn’t cast skills, or that Aktr Hebgenia had interfered.
There was no way nothing would appear at all.
It was as if…
‘Aktr has blocked the system itself.’
Aerial’s thought process was cut short.
The shackles binding both his hands dragged him mercilessly toward Aktr.
Aktr withdrew his index finger from its waggling motion and let it rest casually upon the armrest.
The shackles, which had moved as though alive, suddenly lost their force and slammed back to the ground.
Aerial’s knees struck the ground along with them.
“Kgh—!”
Aerial trembled, shame consuming him.
“My specialty is Restraint.”
Aktr explained languidly.
“Once caught, there’s no escape.”
To bind.
To confine.
To suppress.
To crush beneath one’s heel.
Aktr was a man refined in such methods.
Only toward the Demon God did he refrain from acting in such a manner.
“His personality warped a little too, infected by that power…… but that’s putting it mildly.”
It was far worse than that.
He’d become utterly insane.
Aerial snorted hard through his nostrils.
Aktr narrowed his sole pair of black eyes—the only dark thing left in his transformed body—and looked down at Aerial.
“If you make an enemy of me, things will get tedious for you, Aerial.”
“This—this is all an Illusion! I won’t fall for your tricks!”
“You still haven’t figured it out.”
Aktr spoke with utter indifference.
“This place isn’t an Illusion.”
“That’s nonsense…….”
“Look carefully.”
Aktr pointed into the empty air with his hand.
Aerial had no choice but to follow that gesture, dragging his gaze across the space.

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