The Hunter’s Gonna Lay Low

“Wait, there's no need to kill me, is there?”

“Over there, Yoon Gaeul.”

“Yes, yes?”

“Have you ever seen this guy in your memories?”

Gaeul. We’ve shared so much. Uijae gave her the most earnest look he could muster. But Gaeul hesitated before shaking her head.

“No… I really don’t know you.”

System, you piece of shit.

“Same here. This is the Memorial Dungeon… a being who wasn’t in anyone’s memories has popped up as a foreign entity, and you want to let it live?”

“......”

“Not to mention, this is the kind of bastard who doesn’t die even when I choke him…”

The arm around his neck tightened.

“The fewer variables, the better.”

“That’s true, but…”

Uijae frowned. Damn it, why is his arm so thick? Lee Sa-young’s argument was, unfortunately, completely valid. Even Uijae, if it were up to him, would have decided to eliminate the variable. But...

‘You should recognize me.’

A feeling of inexplicable bitterness rose. Uijae, unable to hold back, punched the arm that was choking him. A frustrated sigh came from behind him. A low voice whispered in his ear. Goosebumps crawled up his skin.

“Stay still... I’m letting you breathe.”

What?

He didn’t need an answer to know. The pressure around his neck increased. Ah, right. He had been holding back, wanting to kill me. Our Sa-young really doesn’t kill people immediately. How impressive.

A piece of trash with a broken personality.

Uijae could no longer hold back. After being apart for so long... like this...