Chapter 93 (1/2)

At this moment, the world slowed down like it was in slow motion. The cabbage kimchi that left my hand rotated three times in the air. The place it was headed for was Kim Seongtae’s cheek right in front of me.

“Kuaaack! C-Crazy!”

His grey suit jacket and shirt were covered with kimchi. It collapsed with a thud after hitting his head. Then I approached him with a sense of excitement. Kim Seongtae tried to grab me but I slapped him with the other cabbage kimchi I was secretly holding in my other hand.

Bam! Baaam!

“Ack! Ack! Stop! You crazy old man!!”

“You are still here!”

I kept slapping him with the kimchi for a long time until my anger was relieved. I felt like I was in a trance for around five minutes. Once I woke up, Kim Seongtae’s face was covered in kimchi while my daughter-in-law was so surprised that she had covered her mouth with her hands.

Kim Seongtae trembled as his entire body was covered in kimchi. “E-Eek! I won’t let this go!”

“You bastard, do you want to be beaten again?”

“Kuock!” He stared at me before going straight out of the house.

I spoke to my daughter-in-law who was standing absentmindedly, “Child.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Sprinkle salt in front of the house.”

* * *

[Welcome to Arkstar.]

[Your iris is being scanned.]

[Looking for your ID...]

I was disgusted as I connected to Arkstar. That unpleasant moment popped into my mind and I started swearing again. “That six year old bastard.”

If I met him again then I wouldn’t leave him alone. Who did he think he was to threaten me? Still, money was a concern. I could always borrow money but I didn’t want to bother anyone if possible. My daughter-in-law had looked anxious. Well, I would think about it slowly. I asked her to keep it a secret for now. Since I firmly told her that I would take care of it, this matter wouldn’t enter Kanghyun’s ears.

However, it seemed that she made the kimchi with much difficulty so I was a bit sorry I damaged two of them. I would have to apologize later.

My vision blurred and then the world brightened. I could hear the familiar snowstorm. I opened my eyes to the sound of a scream and appeared in the space where I had been cooking. By the way...

“Where are they?”

Looking around, all I saw were rocks and walls. I called out to Solar and lit a fire. Then Prometheus’ messages arrived.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is saying he doesn’t feel the energy of the constellations.]

“You don’t feel it...?”

There was the previous matter with the lawyer and now this surprise. I told them I was coming back soon...

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ says he can faintly feel the energy of the constellations inside.]

“If you say inside then it is over there...?”

I stepped toward the area he was indicating. I had been in the light for such a long time that the darkness gave off a sense of welcome. Maybe the light and darkness were related to each other. I reached the end and faced a huge crossroads.

“Hrmm. Where should I go...?”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is telling you that he feels the energy from the left.]

“Really? Can I believe you?”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is asking haven’t you experienced it more than once or twice?]

“Indeed, that’s true. Keke.” I had often forgotten it recently. What had I called him the first time I met him? “You are a guide.”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ hates the nickname.]

“Why? I like it...”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is flicking a booger at you.]

“Well, it can’t be helped even if you don’t like it. I’m satisfied with it. It gives off a friendly feeling.”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is looking at you.]

Thus, I walked along with Prometheus for a long time. I didn’t know how long it had been since it was just the two of us, walking together like this. Recently, we had met Raitra, Romelana, and then Camille. Now I felt that I had met many constellations in a short period of time. To be exact, there were four constellations including Remus...

I was briefly lost in thought as I recalled the cradle of the stars that Remus had headed to. I shook my head and brushed off my thoughts. Then I asked Prometheus something I had been wondering for a long time. I asked an extremely private question, “Do you still like Camille?”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is embarrassed by your words.]

“Hrmm, based on your embarrassment, you still like her. Aren’t you surprisingly pure?”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ has a red face.]

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ says it is natural.]

“Hoh...?” I thought he would pretend not to know to the very end but he was surprisingly manly. I hadn’t expected him to admit it so openly. Indeed, he shared his memories with me so it would be strange to keep this secret. “What’s so good about her?”

Prometheus’ memories were shared with me but I didn’t share his feelings. I asked him why he liked Camille but Prometheus didn’t easily fall for it.