The Second Coming of Gluttony - Chapter 108

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Chapter 108. Bad XXX

My eyes opened automatically with the morning. A week ago, I wouldn’t have been able to wake on my own without someone rousing me.
A body perfectly adapted to training rose like clockwork when the hour came, no matter how exhausted or battered it felt.
Still propped up on my forearms, staring blankly into empty space, blood began to trickle from my nose.
“…Ah.”
I’d grown accustomed to it by now. Seol Jihoo wiped his nose roughly and rummaged through the potion bottles, pulling out a vial of Healing Water and a Stamina Recovery Potion—draining each in turn. Their original purpose was somewhat different, but even in small amounts they restored vitality.
If the Village Chief learned that his meticulously crafted elixirs were being treated as mere tonics, he would grieve—but what could be done? Without them, I might well have died by now.
Moreover, as of today, there was one more potion I’d need to consume.
Seol Jihoo smiled faintly at the Milky-White Potion that Jang Maldong had pressed into his pocket.
Based on my casual observations, it quadrupled physical efficiency for twelve hours.
It fell short of the VIP Shop’s Competence, but even so—what more could I ask? With roughly thirty bottles on hand, there would be plenty to last through the end of training.
Having cleanly emptied one vial, Seol Jihoo stepped confidently out of the shelter.

After breakfast.
For some reason, Jang Maldong cut the morning training short and dragged Seol Jihoo beneath a massive Ancient Tree.
“Originally, my plan was to make you run yourself to death until you left.”
At his grave tone, Seol Jihoo shivered. Jang Maldong would have done exactly that without hesitation.
“But it seems you’ve cleared one hurdle at least.”
From the sound of it, Jang Maldong had apparently noticed that he’d broken through his physical limits yesterday.
“Don’t get too pleased with yourself. There’s a reason the saying goes that Physical Strength is National Strength. Especially you—your Magical Power is at least Upper Rank caliber, yet your other physical attributes are grotesquely underdeveloped.”
He wasn’t wrong. The gap between Lower-Upper and Mid-Lower grades alone was nothing to dismiss, and Seol Jihoo’s Magical Power barely scraped the tail end of Mid-Upper.
A mage who refined and manifested Magical Power through artifice was different. But as a warrior who primarily used it to amplify physical ability, this imbalance was inevitable.
“Of course, for your Level and Body Level, you’re able to generate considerable strength regardless.”
“That does seem to be the case.”
Seol Jihoo readily agreed.
“But when you say grotesque, it sounds like a criticism.”
“Is that what you call an argument?”
Jang Maldong let out a hollow laugh and crossed his arms.
“Magical Power flows through circuits, but the amplification ultimately occurs in the body. Draw on it once or twice and it’s fine—but the more often you use it, the more damage accumulates over time.”
“Damage, you say…?”
“Hm. A reckless fool like you probably experienced it more than once. Haven’t you ever felt your head throb, emptiness in your core, dizziness, or sudden weakness flooding your limbs?”
Seol Jihoo’s expression soured as if he’d bitten into an astringent persimmon. These were symptoms he’d endured like clockwork whenever he’d pushed his Magical Power to its limit.
Reading the youth’s face, Jang Maldong clicked his tongue.
“If the body is the chassis, Magical Power is the engine. When the engine overheats and ruptures, the whole vehicle goes up in flames.”
“…….”
“Don’t forget—your engine is no different from a time bomb.”
Seol Jihoo’s complexion darkened.
‘Is that what it was?’
Those occasional warning signs—
‘The engine crying out in agony…?’
Things he’d carelessly dismissed now struck him with sudden weight.
“Enough talk. Go inside that tree.”
Jang Maldong’s wooden staff pointed at the tree.
Dozens of logs hung from the ancient trunk, draped every which way at first glance—but the angles and heights, carefully staggered against one another, spoke of deliberate arrangement.
Seol Jihoo stepped toward the center and surveyed his surroundings slowly. A couple of logs, caked with blood, caught his eye.
‘What kind of training is this?’
“You took the Competence, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know what Competence’s real advantage is?”
At Jang Maldong’s question, Seol Jihoo answered simply.
“Isn’t it that it raises your Body Level quickly?”
“Not wrong, but not precise either. Use it that way and you’re only tapping half its potential.”
‘Half?’
As Seol Jihoo tilted his head, Jang Maldong bared his teeth in a grin.
“Competence’s true effect is doubling the efficiency of everything your body does.”
‘Isn’t that the same thing?’
That’s what Seol Jihoo thought—but he wisely kept it to himself. The moment those words left his lips, he’d catch a staff strike, he was certain.
“A hundred words pale against a single attempt. Deploy the Thrust, Grapple, and Sweep.”
Seol Jihoo swallowed rather than ask if he should do this here. The log couldn’t possibly be hanging there for decoration. An ambush during his spear work was inevitable.
Watching Jang Maldong grasp one of the logs, he was certain of it.
“Begin.”
Whish! Whish!
Seol Jihoo began to unfold his spear technique. Around the twentieth repetition, a log flew toward his left flank, exactly as anticipated.
Though he’d been braced for it, Seol Jihoo dodged backward as if he’d been waiting—
Thud.
“Ugh!”
Before he could even take two steps back, a dull impact struck the back of his head. He hadn’t been hit—he’d run into it himself.
“Who told you to leave your position?”
At Jang Maldong’s sharp rebuke, Seol Jihoo rubbed the back of his head and groaned.
“Whether you use your five senses or rely on your sixth sense—the point of this training is to evade without looking back.”
The moment he heard “Again!” Seol Jihoo hurried back to the center.
‘I can’t step out of place.’
He steeled himself and tried again, but the second attempt didn’t last past twenty either. While he was comfortable executing spear forms in place, trying to track the logs at the same time left him dizzy and disoriented.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
In the end, four blows landed in quick succession, and he fell again. Seol Jihoo curled up on the ground, cradling his head.
“Splendid work.”
“How am I supposed to dodge without seeing?”
“I didn’t say don’t see. I said don’t look back.”
Jang Maldong continued quietly.
“Similarly, I said not to leave your position. I never said don’t move.”
‘Word games?’
As Seol Jihoo stared at him in bewilderment, Jang Maldong slowly closed his eyes.
Though clearly irritated, he opened his mouth as if exercising restraint.
“Don’t train like some brute. Use your head. You drank precious Competence—think about why you’re investing in this training.”
He sighed as if the earth might swallow him whole, then pointed at Seol Jihoo with the staff.
“Your technique with Thrust, Grapple, and Sweep is better than expected. If you set your form properly, your spear work could be quite skilled. The problem is that whenever anything—external circumstances or otherwise—disrupts your posture even slightly, your level plummets. Your spear technique becomes sloppy technique. Do you know why?”
Seol Jihoo shook his head.
“It’s because your practical experience is shallow. A true master can block an enemy’s attack, counter, evade—and still land precise strikes exactly where intended.”
“Are you saying my attacks are too straightforward?”
“Stop spouting nonsense. You’ve picked something up somewhere, but you can’t even execute that honest attack properly.”
Faced with this brutal truth, Seol Jihoo felt his face flush and lost for words. The man was right, after all. In the heat of real combat, you couldn’t very well ask your opponent, ‘Would you mind waiting while I attempt a proper technique? And perhaps give me some distance if you could?’
“Listen. I’ll guide your training, but mastering it depends on your capacity. If you can discern my intent in this exercise and extract real progress from it, you’ll gain a powerful asset.”
“A powerful… asset?”
“Well, perhaps a foundation to correct that warped Heart-Mind Constitution of yours.”
Jang Maldong wasn’t one to speak idle nonsense. Seol Jihoo’s eyes sharpened.
“What are you doing? Get up.”
“Just a moment.”
“A moment? Don’t you want to train?”
“Five minutes—no, exactly three. Let me think for just a bit.”
Jang Maldong’s expression darkened, but he didn’t refuse. Seol Jihoo’s demeanor had changed.
As Seol Jihoo turned over each word Jang Maldong had spoken, he suddenly opened his mouth.
“Sir, I have a question.”
“Speak.”
“I understand what the five senses are, but what is the sixth sense?”
“Hmm.”
Jang Maldong lifted his chin slightly, a faint smile crossing his face.
‘Good.’
Though not a genius who grasps ten things from one hint, at least he tries to understand at least one thing—how could that not be gratifying?
“Let me give you an example. Have you ever felt someone’s gaze on you without even looking at them? Even once?”
Seol Jihoo suddenly remembered. He had experienced it.
Back in high school, while chatting happily with a close friend of the opposite sex, he’d often feel a sharp sting of eyes on him. Sensing something amiss and turning around, he’d always find Yu Seon-hwa watching him with anxious, uneasy eyes.
He didn’t quite remember why at the time, since they weren’t even dating then, but that’s how it had been.
“It seems you have. I define that sixth sense as a mental function—directly grasping a situation through intuitive sensibility.”
“Can that sixth sense be trained too?”
“If it’s a matter of brain or genetic response, why wouldn’t it be trainable? It’s also a bodily phenomenon, after all.”
Seol Jihoo let out an exclamation. Now he finally understood why Jang Maldong had told him to consume Competence.
The moment he grasped his spear and stood, Jang Maldong moved to prepare as well.
“Once you’re ready, begin.”
Even his words had shifted. The addition of “Once you’re ready” before “begin” was only a few syllables, yet it made all the difference.
Moments later, Seol Jihoo’s spear began piercing and slashing through the air. Shortly after he’d repeated the same motion twenty times.
“!”
The rope stirred to life. Without turning to look at where the log was coming from, Seol Jihoo’s eyes tracked the rope’s movement with meticulous care.
When the rope, swinging like a pendulum, had nearly reached horizontal, he lifted his leg slightly. A rough sensation scraped across the sole of his foot.
It wasn’t over. Immediately after came a dull thud—the log striking something.
‘Left? No, left and a little back?’
He couldn’t be certain. But the moment a light whooshing sound cut through the air, he twisted his body. While spinning, he thrust his spear.
“That’s it.”
Praise for the first time. Yet before he could even feel satisfaction, a sharp metallic stench wafted from his right. Reflexively, he turned his head.
“Good.”
In the next instant, his nape prickled. Maintaining his intense focus, Seol Jihoo instinctively tucked his head forward.
A sandpaper-rough sensation grazed the back of his neck.
“Excellent!”
Jang Maldong clenched his fist.
Praise could make a whale dance.
Seol Jihoo, swept up in the same excitement, threw himself even harder into the training.

Week Two.
The training entered a new phase.
Though the content changed considerably, the most significant shift was that Jang Maldong began offering detailed guidance no matter what exercise they were doing.
For instance, even during weight training.
“The body can’t be merely hard. You must make it resilient—capable of redirecting or absorbing impact. If you become rigid like steel, unable to bend, you risk shattering completely.”
He lectured endlessly about adding elasticity to muscle.
Of course, they didn’t spend every waking moment on physical conditioning alone.
Once the morning training ended, Seol Jihoo began working on magical power training under Jang Maldong’s instruction.
“The Bow Body Elastic Shadow is the ability to arch your body like a bow, then use that elasticity to move your entire body instantaneously.”
After the hellish muscle training finished, Seol Jihoo perked up while drinking water and catching his breath. He’d expected to work on Mana Spear Throw, but the mention of Bow Body Elastic Shadow captured his attention entirely. Learning a new ability was always thrilling.
“Since it employs the entire body, it’s more accurate to call it a Body Method rather than a Step Method.”
Jang Maldong pointed with his staff at the Ancient Tree ahead—an ordinary tree with only leaves, no logs or anything else in sight.
“Do you see it?”
“Yes.”
“Prepare a Mana Spear Throw.”
“I’m sorry?”
This much he had to question. Jang Maldong promptly added a detailed explanation.
“Your goal is to knock down leaves one at a time using the Mana Spear Throw. But only one at a time. You must ensure it doesn’t penetrate or affect the surrounding leaves.”
“Then… I’d have to make the spear incredibly small and weak, wouldn’t I?”
“The key is generating it with minimal force. Give it a try. Let’s see if you can do it easily.”
“Is there really a need? The stronger the force I put into the Mana Spear Throw—”
“That’s exactly why it won’t work.”
Jang Maldong snorted.
“This training has three objectives. First, I’m correcting a bad habit of yours.”
“?”
“You have a strong tendency to ram magical power with full force regardless of your opponent. I’ve told you before, but if you don’t break this habit now, your body will deteriorate sooner or later—that much is certain.”
“…….”
“Second is the matter of efficiency. Since you’re always targeting your opponent with your full magical power, you can’t possibly achieve fine control. It’s proof your regulation skills are still immature.”
Seol Jihoo had thought himself reasonably skilled at magical power control, but clearly that wasn’t Jang Maldong’s assessment.
Seol Jihoo nodded reluctantly, though not all his doubts had been resolved.
“I understand what you’re saying, but how does this training relate to the Bow Body Elastic Shadow?”
He asked, suspecting it must connect to the third objective. Jang Maldong didn’t answer immediately.
“You know,”
He stared at him directly, then broke into a smirk.
“Every training session, I notice you need everything explained from start to finish.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
Interpreting this as criticism for wanting everything spoon-fed, Seol Jihoo apologized hastily. Jang Maldong shook his head.
“There’s nothing to apologize for. You were born and raised on Earth, so it’s strange that you’d know such things in the first place. Well, asking for advice isn’t inherently bad.”
Then he cast a look of pity toward Hugo, sprawled in a corner and unconscious.
“Do you like soccer?”
It was an abrupt question, and though Seol Jihoo actually preferred baseball, he didn’t answer directly.
“In soccer terms, sure. I’m not expecting you to score. But when you receive a pass, even if it gets blocked or goes wide, shouldn’t you at least *try* to make contact with the ball?”
“Yes.”
“If I pass it to you and you just stand there gawking, wouldn’t that frustrate me? Or wouldn’t it?”
“Of course it’d be infuriating.”
Though he couldn’t say why, Seol Jihoo sensed something almost plaintive in the man’s tone, and he nodded with extra vigor.
“Exactly.”
Jang Maldong exhaled deeply, then smacked his lips.
“From that angle, at least you’re decent. Your finishing ability is above average.”
It sounded almost like praise.
“But sometimes you need to cultivate the ability to score on your own.”
Jang Maldong spoke the next part with added weight.
“Receiving and finishing are skills too, but there’s no guarantee good passes will always come. And there are situations where a pass might be impossible.”
“You’re saying I should develop the habit of thinking for myself.”
“That’s right. More precisely—there are times when you must awaken to truth on your own. If you can’t manage that, even if you climb to the Upper Rank, you’ll only ever be half of what you could be.”
Speaking gravely, Jang Maldong lifted the staff.
‘Half?’
Seol Jihoo felt as though he’d just heard something profoundly important.
He wanted to ask more, but decided instead to focus on the training ahead. Jang Maldong’s staff pointed toward the log.

Though a new phase had begun, the suffering hadn’t eased—if anything, the pain doubled.
Struck by the log repeatedly, his body bloomed with bruises; his muscles spasmed; and after spending so much effort on fine Magical Power control, every limb felt drained.
And since he had to make up the shuttle runs from the morning during the closing session, the total volume of training had effectively increased.
‘Tomorrow will be even worse’ proved to be no exaggeration.
“Ugh…”
Groaning as he went, Seol Jihoo headed toward the Lakeside near the Cave. Though his only desire was to collapse the moment training ended, he needed to wash properly.
The shelter was cramped enough; showing up reeking of sour sweat would be an imposition beyond measure.
After an odyssey of effort to arrive, he stripped off his damp training clothes and eased carefully into the water. The initial sting faded quickly, replaced by a refreshing current flowing across his entire frame—his body trembled with goosebumps. The relief was so exquisite he wanted to cry out.
But, thoroughly exhausted, he chose instead to drift quietly with the current. Submerging his face and releasing tension from his limbs, he began to bob along the surface, only his back breaking the water.
To an unknowing observer, he would have looked like a corpse.
Not that it mattered. Seol Jihoo’s mind remained consumed by training. Week two was nearly complete, and while his other techniques showed gradual progress, the Bow Body Elastic Shadow continued to elude him entirely.
‘What does fine Magical Power control have to do with it?’
It was hard to dismiss Jang Maldong’s words as idle talk. Moreover, reflecting on all his training so far, the old man’s methods were deeply interconnected. Rather than targeting a single goal per exercise, he arranged each one so that multiple insights could be gained along the way.
So there was likely something in those two earlier objectives—but no matter how hard he thought, nothing came.
Seol Jihoo lifted his face quietly, took a breath, and submerged again. He cast aside his wandering thoughts and surrendered to the currents.
How much time had passed?
Drifting aimlessly along the Lakeside, feeling the flow of water, Seol Jihoo suddenly tilted his head.
‘The current?’
The instant he thought it, an indescribable sensation seized his entire being. Without fully understanding, he found himself concentrating instinctively on the water’s movement brushing past his body.
This was new—he’d never experienced anything like it. He couldn’t define it precisely, but an aching sense of yearning washed over him. It was as though something hovered just within reach, then slipped frustratingly through his grasp.
‘Current, current, current, current…’
Like grasping at straws, Seol Jihoo repeated the word silently to himself. That was when—
Thunk.
Something struck his head. In the same instant, both his desperate thoughts and his concentration on the water’s flow shattered completely.
‘No!’
Turning in disappointment, Seol Jihoo found his vision filled with something white. It had a rounded shape, resembling a rock from the Lakeside. He must have drifted into it.
‘Damn it.’
Whatever it was, he’d been mere moments from grasping it. Irritation flashed across Seol Jihoo’s face. To be interrupted so unexpectedly kindled a fierce frustration.
‘Cursed rock.’
He began ramming his face against it repeatedly—foolish, he knew; the rock was blameless—yet he couldn’t stop. Without venting somehow, he felt his composure would shatter entirely.
‘Damn, damn!’
As he continued striking—
‘Damn…?’
Suddenly, something felt wrong.
Hitting it this hard should hurt, yet there was no pain—only what felt like his brain rejoicing.
Looking more closely, the color was far too white to be marble. It resembled fresh snow.
‘What is this?’
He pressed his rough cheek against it, rubbing gently. A soft, supple sensation met his touch—pleasantly resilient, making him want to keep caressing it endlessly.
‘A rock like this exists?’
Curious, Seol Jihoo pressed his nose deep into the surface. It yielded, sinking in. When he breathed in deeply, a fragrant, fleshy scent—
‘Huh?’
It was only then that Seol Jihoo noticed something amiss.
A glance.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted another rock pressed up against his side.
‘Twin rocks?’
No. The surface was too smooth for stone or rock, and the shape—rounded, graceful—was oddly beautiful.
Seol Jihoo’s eyes crept slowly upward.
His gaze traced the slender waist like white porcelain, followed the artistic curve of the back, and climbed higher until his pupils trembled violently as he caught sight of the sharply defined jawline and the lips pressed into a thin, red line.
“So.”
A voice as cold as her narrow gaze dropped like a hammer.
“How long did you plan to keep smelling my backside?”
Seol Jihoo yelped and scrambled backward in panic.
Beneath the quiet night sky, Agnes stood with her back to the lake where starlight rippled across the water, her arms crossed over her upper body—a vision beautiful enough to rival the goddess of beauty herself.
Most striking was how different she looked with her hair down, unbound from its usual tight arrangement.
‘Not that it matters.’
Seol Jihoo, his wits finally returning, apologized in a rambling panic, barely aware of what he was saying.
It wasn’t intentional, he stammered; he’d simply been lost in thought and misunderstood—
“I believe you.”
Just as he braced himself to be beaten half to death, he doubted his own ears. Had he just heard something impossible?
“Actually, I was somewhat surprised.”
Agnes’s eyes narrowed slightly as she murmured.
“Despite my carelessness, I didn’t sense your approach. That’s unusual.”
……
“If you’d approached with the intent to spy, I certainly would have noticed. At the very least, it’s clear your mind was elsewhere.”
Seol Jihoo’s mouth fell open.
“So then.”
Agnes reached habitually to adjust her glasses before realizing she wasn’t wearing them, and her hand dropped back to cover her face.
“What were you thinking about?”
Her tone warned that she wouldn’t forgive a trivial answer.
“Well… I was contemplating my new ability when suddenly the water’s current seemed to—”
As Seol Jihoo confessed quietly, Agnes’s eyes widened before her expression shifted to exasperation. To ponder training even while washing up after arduous practice—only someone obsessed with cultivation could be so foolish.
“I’ve told you repeatedly: rest is itself a form of training. Overthinking with an exhausted mind is just as harmful to the brain as overwork.”
“You’re right, but the Elder’s words keep nagging at me…”
“His words bother you?”
“Yes. About being half-baked, ranking-wise…”
Agnes opened her mouth with an “Ah” and offered a thin smile—as though all his worries were trivial.
“That’s the Elder’s stubbornness.”
“Stubbornness?”
“Yes. Master Jang’s personal philosophy. By his logic, eighty percent of all Upper Rank cultivators in Paradise would be half-baked.”
Seol Jihoo nodded, though disappointment flickered across his face. Agnes’s tongue swept lightly across her upper lip.
“About those water currents, though—they might be a clue pointing toward the right answer.”
Seol Jihoo’s chin shot up sharply.
“Really?”
“If you wish, I could explain.”
“Really? Ah… no.”
Seol Jihoo brightened at the offer, then hastily waved his hands in refusal.
“It’s fine. I want to work through this one myself.”
Agnes nodded as though she approved.
“I see. Then I’ll cheer you on.”
“Thank you. And I’m truly sorry about before.”
Seol Jihoo bowed deeply at the waist. Agnes turned away.
“Anyway, stop drifting around the lake just because training isn’t going well. You could drown if you doze off.”
With those words, Agnes moved toward the water’s edge with fluid grace. Seol Jihoo, who had been standing motionless as a statue, suddenly realized how cold he was and hurried after her, following like a duckling chasing its mother.
He’d thought the lake bed was quite deep, but at the spot where Agnes had been standing, the bottom rose slightly.
‘So that’s why…’
Watching her figure recede into the distance, Seol Jihoo wiped his nose and cheeks. Then a small laugh escaped him.
That wretched rock he’d mistaken for an obstacle—could it actually have been Agnes all along?
‘Wait. Does that mean it wasn’t a rock at all…’
Knowing that laughing now would be fatal, Seol Jihoo flushed crimson and forcibly suppressed the chuckle rising in his throat.

Morning had broken.
Jang Maldong, who had risen before dawn, found himself at a loss for words at the sight unfolding before his eyes.
Four of them were running together. Not only Agnes and Kazuki, but even Hugo.
That wasn’t all that surprised him.
By physical strength, Agnes should have been in the lead, Hugo second, Kazuki third, and Seol Jihoo fourth.
Yet Seol Jihoo was running at the front, with Agnes hot on his heels in second place. The two of them were running with such intensity that sweat poured down their faces as they sprinted forward.
‘That boy….’
At first, he was someone who could barely keep up. Now he was leading the charge, driving the training forward.
With such enthusiasm on display, even Jang Maldong’s heart could not help but swell.
On the other hand, it filled him with pride. Compared to that wretched fellow he’d performed the ritual for—the one he’d told to drop dead—the difference in attitude was as vast as heaven and earth.
Not long after, Kazuki and Hugo fell behind. Yet Seol Jihoo did not stop running. It was truly remarkable.
[He’s not training in order to escape.]
Seol Jihoo looked different now. With that level of willpower, Jang Maldong couldn’t help but reassess him.
“Heh-heh!”
Jang Maldong laughed with satisfaction, watching the foot of the hill with pleased eyes,
“…Hm?”
when he blinked at the two figures rapidly approaching.
It looked as though Agnes was running at full speed, yet she couldn’t overtake Seol Jihoo? It made no sense by any normal standard.
‘Now that I think about it…?’
His running speed was abnormally fast.
A moment later, Seol Jihoo crested the hill with the fury of a tempest and, the instant he reached the starting point, suddenly bolted sharply to the side.
“Why are you suddenly doing this?!”
He cried out as if screaming and scrambled down the slope in a flash. His arms crossed rapidly and his feet moved so fast they were a blur—like….
As Jang Maldong stood staring blankly, Agnes crested moments later and, the instant she reached the starting point, swiftly gave chase.
“Stop right there! I said stop!”
“Give me an explanation!”
“Shut up! Not because of you again!”
The incident that Jang Maldong didn’t know about had occurred at dawn.
Agnes, who had risen around the same time as Seol Jihoo, had advised him to make sure to eat. One thing led to another, and they ended up having breakfast together, at which point Seol Jihoo found himself chuckling quietly, reminded of what had happened yesterday.
He thought he was laughing quietly to himself, but there was no way the sharp-eyed Agnes hadn’t noticed. And when he deliberately avoided her gaze, suspicion turned into certainty.
Agnes, curious, checked her status window and saw that ‘Wicked Backside’ had been added to her nicknames. She was furious. Seol Jihoo immediately fled.
“Wicked Backside? What’s wrong with my backside?!”
“I—I only thought it in my head!”
“If I catch you, I’ll kill you!”
“Agnes!”
“I’ll kill you!”
Agnes’s cry echoed far, far into the distance.
And Jang Maldong could only gaze endlessly at the young man desperately fleeing with his Festina Earring activated to its fullest.

(To be continued in the next chapter)

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