The Civil Servant Who Concealed Their True Strength Turns Out to be a Master of Possession - Chapter 22

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A Civil Servant Who Hides His Strength Is Exceptionally Good at Possession – Episode 022
A moment later.
We stood in a dark, dimly lit corridor.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready to enjoy a sexy, hot, and blood-soaked night tonight?”
Following the clear voice as if someone held a microphone, I faintly heard the cheers of the crowd.
I could also hear the club music thumping rhythmically, making my heart pound.
A man wearing a headset approached Ji Won-gil and me.
“When I give you the cue, just head in.”
His tone was as if he were a legitimate show production staff.
Hearing the professional familiarity in his voice, I felt somewhat bewildered—
“…Are you really saying I should just do whatever you tell me? Wouldn’t it be better to call the support team right now….”
After the staff left, Ji Won-gil was trembling terribly.
Ji Won-gil said he had seen a show like this before.
Though it would have been from the perspective of staff, not as a spectator.
And he said that after seeing the stage turn into a sea of blood back then, he couldn’t eat anything for three days straight.
I took Ji Won-gil’s hand.
At that, Ji Won-gil’s trembling body calmed down for a moment.
“Then you won’t get the money and I won’t catch the real culprit who organized this game. So just do as I tell you.”
Our eyes met.
Ji Won-gil seemed to want to say something, his lips moving slightly, but then the staff shouted from the side.
“Cue!”
At the same time, the door at the end of the dark corridor opened.
Creeeak—
Whether stage effects were being used or not, fog and firelight seeped into the corridor simultaneously.
I released Ji Won-gil’s hand and walked out of the door calmly.
Beyond the door was the interior of a giant cage.
Outside the cage, that same Announcer stood introducing our specs to the spectators standing in a circle around the cage, and to the spectators in what appeared to be VIP box seats.
“Today’s prey… or hunters! Allow me to introduce Miss Roji and Mister Philip!”
Roji? Philip? They really gave us pathetic names.
Well, what could you expect from people who spout such nonsense as “prey” to human beings?
If the novel was accurate, Kevin Choi would be somewhere in that VIP room, or perhaps not—
I looked up at the monitors flickering above the cage.
The cage was fitted with cameras at nearly every angle, broadcasting live all the bloody combat that would occur inside.
‘Kevin Choi is definitely watching this footage.’
That guy’s a fanatic for this kind of video.
While I was thinking such thoughts.
“Now then, today’s hunter or prey! Shall we introduce Mrs. Melinda? Everyone, let’s call out together. Mrs.— Melinda—!”
The masked people outside the cage roared with cheers, chanting Mrs. Melinda’s name.
Some on the second-floor railing stomped and shouted “Kill her! Kill her!”
And soon, the door opposite to the one Ji Won-gil and I had emerged from opened with a creeeeak sound.
Through the mist, I heard the sound of something scale-like scraping across the floor.
Then, from within the fog, a pair of round, luminous blue eyes emerged—breathtakingly beautiful.
A face captivating enough to ensnare the human soul.
As the mist parted, revealing a lower body that was unmistakably serpentine—
Hisssss!
The moment her mouth opened, fragments of flesh clung between teeth as sharp as a jaguar’s, a sight that clashed entirely with that ethereal beauty.
She was so beautiful that my judgment momentarily clouded over, as if fog had settled in my mind.
No. Perhaps it wasn’t merely a sensation.
‘Lamia is a monster that specializes in psychic attacks.’
I had to be cautious—one touch from Lamia could cloud my consciousness.
I elongated the offensive item I held in my hand.
I had chosen a spear; Ji Won-gil had selected a whip wreathed in flame.
Both were items with abysmal durability, and worse—they were D-rank items that wouldn’t even scratch the C-rank Lamia before me.
‘Captain Gil, I’m going to make sure I catch you and drag you down for this!’
With that thought, I watched Mrs. Melinda’s tail undulate.
At the end of that long tail was a venomous stinger.
One hit from that poison could send even a C-rank hunter to the afterlife—we’d die instantly.
However, because Mrs. Melinda was a C-rank Lamia, that stinger could only be used once.
Whether to call that a blessing or a curse—that we’d die from the tail strike instead of the one-shot poison—I couldn’t say.
“Mrs. Melinda is examining her prey quite carefully, isn’t she? I’m curious how this excellent chef will prepare this particular dish!”
The Announcer’s voice seemed to be a signal; Melinda’s tail lashed down at Ji Won-gil.
Crash!
Ji Won-gil barely dodged, but the ground where he’d stood was left grotesquely gouged.
The Lamia kept her luminous blue eyes fixed on me with her upper body while her tail moved relentlessly, pursuing Ji Won-gil.
Hisssss!
She wasn’t even a cat, yet she kept hissing at me!
Ji Won-gil continued fleeing from the tail, but was eventually cornered in a blind spot at the edge of the cage.
The cage containing this ring was made of special material that caused excruciating pain the moment you touched it.
A device these bastards had created for their own amusement.
‘They’re trying to drive the hunter and monster toward the center.’
…Insane bastards.
I cursed inwardly while watching Ji Won-gil.
The moment I turned my gaze, Lamia’s claws came at me.
Instead of blocking her claws, I quickly extended my spear, aiming for Lamia’s heart.
Thunk.
I felt something make contact.
“Kyaaaaa!”
My spear, longer than Lamia’s arm, halted her advance.
But of course, a D-rank item couldn’t penetrate the hide of a C-rank Lamia.
“Oh! This ingredient is showing more resistance than expected? That speed, that judgment, that precision! It’s hard to believe this is an F-rank hunter’s movement!”
It meant I had only inflicted a superficial wound near Lamia’s heart and merely provoked her rage.
The enraged Mrs. Melinda turned her tail away from Ji Won-gil and directed it toward me instead.
The tail coiled around me in an instant and lifted me into the air.
“Lee Yu-ji!”
Ji Won-gil cried out upon witnessing this.
He seemed about to use his whip, but his hand froze in that moment.
‘Remember two things.’
He recalled the words I had spoken in the waiting room.
‘First. Do not attempt to help me.’
The tail’s tremendous force felt as though it would crush my ribs. A terrible pressure constricted my chest.
The venomous stinger at the tail’s tip circled around my neck, threatening.
Melinda formed what appeared to be a ‘smile’—
“Ugh…!”
She slammed my body, wrapped in her tail, against the cage wall.
The pain felt as though it would shatter my entire being.
“Yu-ji!”
Ji Won-gil’s anguished voice reached my ears.
‘Second. Do not die.’
‘…But you must promise too. You must never die either.’
Back then, I had answered ‘yes’ to Ji Won-gil’s words.
Even as my vision blurred from the pain, I watched the venomous stinger approaching near my neck.
Now.
This was it.
‘Your body is my body, my body is my body!’
I activated the skill through teeth-chattering agony.
And in the next moment.
I had become Mrs. Melinda, the one trying to kill me.

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