The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 51.2
From the shadow that had turned into a swamp, a pitch-black hand suddenly burst out and grabbed the man’s ankle with a forceful grip. The hem of his pants where the fingers touched burned black.
“Aaaargh! W-what is this! Let go, let goooo!”
The man struggled and screamed, but it was useless. In an instant, the shadow wrapped around the man’s waist, covered his chest, and soon rose to the tip of his chin. Suffocating, the man’s pupils dilated with terror.
Then came a horrific sound of rupture. As bone and flesh melted like mud, the man’s physical body was sucked into the shadow. This clean predation, which did not leave behind a single drop of blood, was also a seizure.
An alley filled with silence. A moment later, the shadow pooling on the ground surged upward with a bizarre sound and slowly began to transform into a human shape.
The skeleton was aligned, and flesh was added. Subsequently, eyes, nose, and mouth emerged, and disheveled hair was perfectly replicated. To be precise, that was not the only thing replicated. From the wrinkled suit the man had originally been wearing to the faux leather watch on his wrist. Just like that, the shadow recreated the ordinary office worker it had just devoured.
“…….”
The demon, now perfectly wearing the man’s shell, tapped the ground with the toe of his shoe and scanned his new body. Then, slowly and quite sweetly licking through the human memories and knowledge flooding into his mind, he tore the corners of his mouth into a bizarre smile.
“My name is Kim Min-cheol. Age thirty-two. Workplace? Ho.”
The demon picked up the employee ID card that had fallen from the man’s pocket.
[Taesung Logistics & Distribution]
At a glance, it seemed like an ordinary subcontracting company, but very interesting information was nested within the memories of the man the demon had absorbed. The fact was that this company was one of the places that regularly delivered items and food supplies exclusive to Awakened to the ‘Stigma Guild.’
“Hehehe. So this is human society. I’ve picked up a quite excellent shell.”
Looking up at the forest of flashy buildings where the murky air lingered, the demon’s eyes flashed.
The demon’s red ocular glow flashed chillingly in the darkness.
“Just wait, you arrogant saint. Using this weak shell, I will tear out that heart of yours at the moment you feel most secure.”
The man, who had been wearing a gruesome smile, then smoothed his wrinkled clothes normally with his hands. Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked out toward the bustling lights with light footsteps.
The most secretive and lethal blade aimed at the savior of humanity was hiding itself among humans.
***
A-grade Gate in Jongno. The Management Bureau employee standing guard in front of it glanced at the two people standing beside him. The naturalized S-rank Awakened Vermouth and the healer Ian. They were the two who were currently a hot topic.
‘But is it okay to send just the two of them?’
At the very least, Vermouth would have adapted to the Gates to some extent, but wasn’t that not the case for Ian? Calculating the period, it is far too short.
‘Well, they probably sent them because it’s fine.’
He trusted Yoon Tae-gyeom of the Bureau.
“This place has been determined to be the [Citadel of Blood].”
“The Citadel of Blood?”
“Yes. The monsters that mainly appear in this A-grade Gate are of the undead type. Zombies, ghouls, and vampires. It’s a somewhat tricky dungeon because you get poisoned if you are wounded incorrectly.”
On the contrary, Ian’s expression brightened upon hearing those words. Conventionally, isn’t light the thing the seeds of darkness are weakest against? To a user of holy power, the undead were the easiest monsters to deal with.
“Will you be alright?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine.”
Ian answered kindly and entered the dungeon together with Vermouth.
“It’ll be easy.”
“It will be easy, indeed.”
As soon as they entered, the two faced each other and laughed.
Uwaaaaa!
Not long after, zombies and ghouls that smelled the scent of a living person rushed over, but there was no cause for concern.
Swish—! Crunch!
Every time a silver trajectory cut through the air, zombies and ghouls were swept away along with horrific screams. The bats dropping down after hanging from the ceiling were no exception. Vermouth did not let a single monster pass behind him.
Ian watched that scene of overwhelming slaughter from a step behind with a dry gaze. His brow kept narrowing because of the foul stench of corpses piercing the tip of his nose, but it was bearable since he was used to it. And it wasn’t as if he had nothing to do. When Vermouth cleared the zombies and ghouls that lunged out, he purified the land where the dead had been.
It is easy to handle this level even without putting in much effort.
‘Is it okay for it to be this easy?’
Such a thought suddenly occurred to him, but what did it matter? For now, it wasn’t a bad thing since closing the Gate quickly was the priority.
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