“If it was this easy… they might not have died!”
The bereaved families of the deceased, many victims cried out while blocked by guards assigned by K-City. Evil, an SSS Soul Aura User, fully felt all kinds of negative emotions pouring from them.
“Director-nim, don’t worry about it. The private jet will be ready soon…”
James spoke with an anxious face knowing Evil was looking that way, but it was already too late. Evil got up from his seat with a fishy smile. He had found a toy to relieve his boredom.
When the protagonist of this place approached, the commotion gradually died down. Rather, an air of confusion leaked out as if they didn’t expect him to approach himself.
195cm, the tall blond handsome man looked down at the people causing the commotion with an arrogant expression. His eyes were so cold that even the person who had been crying out as if about to rush at Evil immediately took a step back.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Evil only lowered his eyes toward one person while arrogantly raising his chin. The civilian trembled and couldn’t say anything, and the guard beside them carefully answered.
“A bereaved family member of a victim.”
“So what?”
“…They had two children, but lost them both in this fire.”
“So what the fuck am I supposed to do about that?”
Evil didn’t bat an eye.
“Tell me. What do you want me to do?”
An ice-cold chilling air flowed out. The bereaved family receiving Evil’s gaze trembled pathetically enough to be pitiful to watch and was in a frightened state. However, the indignation toward family members who left too emptily made them stand against their fear. The bereaved family glared at Evil.
“Why, why did you come so, so late…”
“Don’t stutter and speak properly, you idiot.”
“To, to you it was nothing. You could have come before many people died. Why, why were you late…!”
“Ah, I was gaming.”
Evil answered nonchalantly. Sighs burst out from the surroundings, and at an answer they couldn’t even imagine, the bereaved family’s face distorted with anger and humiliation.
“You… devil! Can you still call yourself human?”
“If you’re that sad, why don’t you die following your beloved family?”
“What…!”
“Should I help you?”
Evil looked down with overbearing eyes while only raising one corner of his mouth.
“Good. I’ll help you as an apology. It’ll hurt a little, but endure it. You’re going to be by your beloved family’s side, right?”
Evil reached out his hand. He had previously made a non-user who picked a fight with him into a half-dead state. It never became an article, but there were also stories going around that he actually committed murder several times.
When the bomb without a control device reached out his hand, people watching scattered screaming. The large hand looked like a weapon, and the bereaved family let out a shrill scream and backed away.
Watching them run away with a face distorted in terror then trip over their own feet and fall on their bottom, Evil laughed loudly. So it would be transmitted even beyond the cameras held by the crowd.
The fallen bereaved family and Evil laughing in front of them. There were many people watching, but no one could stop him, and no one could say anything.
Soon Evil’s laughter stopped, and he looked down at the bereaved family as if looking at something utterly disgusting.
“When you don’t even have the courage for that anyway.”
“……”
“Beggar.”
Evil threw down one word full of contempt and turned around. The bereaved family lowered their head with a face mixed with humiliation and relief, anger and shame.
Evil looked around the crowd while heading to the private jet. People were startled and avoided his gaze.
A moment later, Evil boarding the private jet had a bored face not much different from when gaming.
***
“It’s all my fault. I apologize, Endwald Director-nim.”
James answered the endlessly incoming calls with a dying zombie-like appearance. Evil, the cause of it all, chased James out saying “It’s noisy, so go out and answer it, fuck.” while doing something on his phone with his legs propped up on the table without even a tiny bit of guilt.
The whole world was in an uproar over Evil’s behavior and verbal violence shown to the bereaved family. But Evil knew it would soon cool down. Because it always had. Rather, this time there was even a heart hoping it wouldn’t cool down quickly.
After James left, Evil, who was looking at a webcomic with a bored expression, felt a vibration and raised his head.
The source of the vibration was inside the briefcase James left behind. James had three cell phones: the User Center phone, the Endem family phone, and a personal phone. Evil raised his aura intending to throw whichever phone was ringing against the wall.
The moment he lifted the briefcase into the air, one phone fell to the floor from the open entrance. Evil, who was sitting with his legs stretched out, stopped manifesting his aura for a moment and quietly looked down at it.
On the vibrating screen, the letters ‘Cheche’ were displayed.
The indifferent golden eyes that didn’t show any emotion and the eyes of the wildfire victim’s bereaved family who had been frightened just by him reaching out his hand overlapped. That face that had been full of humiliation, anger, and fear.
That was the right reaction. The reaction of someone facing death, the reality of being killed, had to be like that.
The vibration that rang several times soon stopped.
And it vibrated long once more, and a text message came.
