The Man with Hypnotic Powers Doesn’t Hold Back the Second Time Around

Kkong’s steps were heavier than ever.
It was hard to believe this was the same person who had been embarrassed by personal concerns just moments ago…

"……."
‘Necromancer. What should I—no, what should we do with you?’

Every step carried the weight of his turmoil.
The decision on what to do with the Necromancer.

It was a thought so tangled and overwhelming that even moving forward felt impossible.

"Kkong, are you okay? We have time, so you can think it over more…."
"…No."

But Kkong never stopped walking.
He understood all too well that a long-standing grudge needed to be resolved, one way or another.

Before long, the group of Awakened arrived at the lowest level of the underground prison.

Creak.

"Ghh, ngh… Nghk."
"……Necromancer."

Beyond the opened iron bars was a gruesome scene.

Various sealing devices that maximized the suppression of an Awakened’s powers.
The blood and filth on them hinted at harsh torture.

And yet…
The woman’s body—clean, with not a single wound—had completely healed.

The eyes of the S-rank villain, the Necromancer, met the group of Awakened.

"……!!!! Nghh!!! Nghhh, nghhh!!!!"

Clang, clang.

Her once-mesmerizing gaze, filled with longing for blissful pleasure, widened in terror.
She struggled desperately in her bindings, thrashing her body.
It was because she read the murderous intent in the eyes of the Awakened standing before her.