The Nature of Possession - Chapter 440



440 – EP.17 The hateful 6 -5

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When Chunhyang confronted Alpha, Namgung Soyu, who had lost interest, returned to Inho’s side.

“Wow, that’s an amazing ability. I know a few spells that can create illusions, but I’ve never seen anything of this scale before.”

“It’s completely hypnotic. Do you see those yellow flowers down there? They say the scent coming from them completely hypnotizes you.”

When he told her exactly what he had heard from Chunhyang, the ears of the women gathered around him perked up.

“Well, it’s hypnosis using scent. If you can smell it, you’ll definitely fall for it. Have you been affected by it too?”

“Yes. It was a bit difficult to get out.”

“You even got married through hypnosis?”

Red eyes flashed.

“yes?”

“That crazy woman called you husband. Didn’t she? Did you end up getting married?”

Namgung Soyu instantly grabbed him by the collar.

“Excuse me, Master?”

“How far have you gone? Have you held hands? Have you gone beyond that?”

Kang In-ho swallowed as he saw himself reflected in bloodshot eyes.

The deep, murderous aura of Cheonma, which I felt after a long time, made my body tingle.

“Haha, your personality hasn’t changed.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Kang In-ho clicked his tongue at the firm words.

“How about you calm down for a bit?”

“I am quite cool and calm.”

“Would you like to erase that life and speak?”

“You’ve grown quite bold since I last saw you. Do you dare to give orders to this Heavenly Horse?”

“It’s not an order, it’s a request…”

“conflict!”

Just before Kang In-ho’s body was crushed by the explosive energy of the Heavenly Demon, Isis landed in front of him with a humming mechanical sound.

“Isis.”

His gaze, caught by the collar, turned to Isis’s gray hair.

“Master.”

A smile was drawn like pastel on Isis’ emotionless face.

“It’s been a while. Hello.”

After finishing her greetings, Isis walked over with brisk strides and forcibly pulled Kang In-ho away from Cheonma’s grasp.

Cheonma looked at the hand that was caught by Isis and looked at the gray woman with a displeased look.

“…….”

After finishing her greeting, Isis quietly studied his face.

“Would you like to find out?”

Even though he had already called himself ‘Master’, Kang In-ho asked a question.

Perhaps it was a remark made out of awkwardness.

“Have you ever done body customization before? It’s very similar to what you did then. About 97%.”

The Master seems to have an excellent memory.

Isis added.

“And…”

Isis carefully touched his face.

“Even if his face was different, there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize Kang In-ho. I have Kang In-ho’s little habits, his breathing patterns… everything.”

For a moment, a strange light appeared in his gray eyes. Kang In-ho felt a familiar feeling from Isis.

“…NB?”

And it contained that name.

“I told you I would be by your side in any form possible.”

The gray woman’s eyes grew wide, and a deep smile appeared on her lips like an oil painting.

As Kang In-ho slowly reached out his hand to remember the long-lost memory, Isis brought her cheek to his like a cat.

Although she didn’t make a sound, her gently folded eyes and furrowed eyebrows told us how much her emotional module was going wild.

“how…?”

“We have reached an amicable agreement with Isis. We have come to coexist in a way that complements each other’s shortcomings.”

NB answered Kang In-ho’s question.

“I’ve been waiting for our reunion. Master and Kang In-ho.”

He was surrounded by strange-looking eyes and gray pupils.

There was one person who didn’t like that touching reunion.

“Does something made of scrap metal dare to imitate a human?”

As the devil stepped in between the two, Isis narrowed her eyes.

The red lady and the gray lady confront each other.

Isis stood behind Kang In-ho as if protecting him, and Cheonma laughed in vain at her actions.

Because the war of nerves was so intense, no one could stop the nun who slowly approached Kang In-ho.

“Friendly entity A. An entity that claims ownership to the Master and supports slavery.”

Looking up and down, Isis said.

“Things without emotions are imitating people.”

In a situation where he felt like he was about to fall into a state of despair, Cheonma was seething inside.

It was a reunion with the disciple of my dreams.

I would check his eyes, caress his face, feel his breathing, hug his chest, and smell his familiar scent.

However, what greeted her were five strange-looking monsters and lynx-like women who were eyeing her disciple.

When Cheonma saw that there were now three more people besides the two he was already acquainted with, he felt his composure, which he had built up over a long period of time, crumble.

Even so, he tried to show mercy and talk to him, but a doll that had rolled out of somewhere tried to tear his hand off.

If she had been in her old self, she would have turned this place into a sea of ​​fire.

Still, she endured it. She didn’t want to ruin the precious meeting.

But in Isis’s subsequent words,

“I think a doll that imitates a person without emotions is better than a person without a heart.”

Cheonma’s gaze followed the gaze of the gray woman who was staring blankly at his chest.

It didn’t take her long to understand what he meant, seeing her own shallow vanity.

At the same time, her barely holding on patience began to crumble.