# Chapter 126
It felt like falling into a deep sleep. In a place filled only with darkness, a familiar voice was heard. The person kept calling his name, and eventually, without realizing it, he followed the voice.
Even at that moment, the voice calling him grew louder. And suddenly, Kay realized he had reached the person. That’s when Kay’s eyes flew open.
“Haylen…”
“Yes, Kay.”
His empty eyes trembled uncontrollably. Kay, who was blankly staring at Haylen as if unable to properly understand the current situation, carefully called his name.
Kay was too confused to speak properly. No wonder—Haylen’s body was densely covered with small and large wounds.
Though wounds could occur during battle, Kay knew. Those were all inflicted by himself.
There was no way he wouldn’t recognize wounds he had made. Kay began to step back slightly as he looked at the dried blood on his nails. It was an instinctive action, unnoticed even by himself, simply wanting to escape this situation.
“It’s okay. Stay calm.”
Haylen gently grabbed Kay’s arm, which was consumed by fear. He embraced Kay, pulling him lightly, and kept speaking as if to reassure him.
“The wounds aren’t as bad as they look.”
At his calm yet powerful voice, Kay could feel his raging emotions gradually settling.
“Ah…”
He couldn’t remember anything. As if he had been controlled by someone. But it didn’t change the fact that Haylen was wounded by his actions.
Even knowing it wasn’t done of his own will, he couldn’t stop his body from trembling. He simply couldn’t remain composed.
“Right now, resolving this situation comes first, doesn’t it?”
“But…”
“I’m really fine.”
“I—”
Hurt you. Kay barely swallowed the rest of his words. What he was about to say wouldn’t help in this situation. He tried to think calmly. He collected himself while slowly exhaling.
“I under…stand.”
His heart was still racing noisily, unable to calm down, but now was the time to think rationally. Kay deliberately ignored Haylen’s wounds and turned his head.
Instead, he glared at Raymon, the source of all this trouble, with fierce eyes. His sudden loss of consciousness must have been Raymon’s doing too.
With rising murderous intent, Kay rushed quickly toward Raymon. He wanted to kill him as soon as possible.
But once again, people who seemed controlled and unconscious blocked his way. Kay frowned and glared at Raymon.
Despite Kay’s strong killing intent, Raymon merely smiled.
While Kay and Haylen were confronting each other, Raymon took advantage of this opportunity to increase his puppets. He had begun to take control of the researchers’ consciousness here. But his body was already as weakened as it could be. Using strong abilities in this state would inevitably strain his body.
Eventually, to reduce the burden even slightly, he chose to release the consciousness of puppets he had previously controlled, who weren’t present here. Though it was regrettable to give up puppets he had carefully planted in key positions of politics and business, there was no other way.
Fortunately, after freeing the existing puppets, it became possible to control all the researchers here.
Since he had absorbed their vitality, the former puppets would die soon. Everything he had done until now was returning to nothing in an instant. It was as if this fact was informing him that his own death was not far off, and Raymon was able to accept death more naturally than he had expected.
Rather than fear, it was a strange feeling. Death had always been far away from him. Perhaps that’s why he had been so obsessed with becoming a god.
Someone else might simply give up on something unfulfilled and wait for the end, but for him, who could easily absorb others’ life force, it was such a long time.
So perhaps he had tried to struggle in vain during that time. Although this mere struggle had resulted in countless victims, he felt no guilt.
If such emotions had existed in the first place, he wouldn’t have set the goal of killing all superhumans. Raymon simply thought only of himself.
That’s why he could repeatedly commit cruel acts to achieve his goal. Even at this moment as death approached, that hadn’t changed.
If there was any regret, perhaps it was that he never realized what he lacked. Looking at the puppets collapsing one by one, Raymon muttered.
“Is this the end now…”
Haylen could hear his faint words. Watching Kay who was angrily confronting the researchers, he walked slowly. Crushing the body of a rushing researcher, Haylen arrived before Raymon.
Raymon leaned against a chair, breathing roughly—perhaps the destruction of puppets by others affected him as well.
“You must be very disappointed that all your careful preparations crumbled so easily.”
“It can’t be helped. No matter how much I prepare, someone superior to me overturns everything.”
That’s why he had killed them all. From his quiet murmur, Haylen could understand why Raymon had targeted his family.
He had thought there was something obsessive about it, beyond simply killing superhumans. His family as ability users wasn’t known to the public, and it was virtually impossible to find and kill every superhuman one by one.
In the end, the reason his family died was because they posed a threat to Raymon. Revive was an ability that could resurrect the dead. It was enough to disrupt his plans.
Haylen couldn’t hide his anger at Raymon’s nonchalant demeanor. It would have been better if he had revealed sinister desires. If he had cried out about failing to achieve his goal, at least he could have understood.
But Raymon was accepting this situation as if nothing had happened. All he had done collapsed like a sand castle, yet he remained calm.
As if all of this had been merely entertainment. Was his family killed for just that? Was his precious daily life shattered so tragically for that?
The image of Heyon dying coldly was still vividly recalled. The memory of himself breaking down instantly to the point of madness was clear.
But Raymon, who had created that past, said he felt no regret even facing the end. A goal that could be abandoned so easily—yet his family had become its sacrifices. If it was such a shallow wish, he shouldn’t have attempted it at all.
Until now, he had tried to accept it. He had decided to move past his family’s death without questioning.
If he questioned it, he would be trapped in the past. Rather than that, living for Kay was what his current self needed.
But now he simply couldn’t do that. He wanted to kill him in a way that would be incomparably more painful than the death his family experienced.
“Is it, over now.”
Raymon looked around at the researchers who had all died and pulled out a gun from his chest. With a somewhat relieved smile, he pointed it at his head. When he applied force to the trigger, everything would end.
“I can’t let you die like that.”
But Haylen had no intention of letting Raymon go quietly. His eyes glowed red.
Thud, unable to withstand the gravity, Raymon collapsed to the floor. In a situation where even breathing was difficult, the gun naturally rolled on the ground.
“I’ll make it painful enough for you to regret.”
Along with a toneless voice, his toes were crushed. Pain that seemed to directly strike the brain swept through his entire body.
“Kuk…”
Haylen was slowly killing him from the feet up. His ankles shattered and knees were crushed. Raymon endured this terrible pain.
He had expected it anyway. That Haylen wouldn’t let him die peacefully. Despite Haylen applying more force at Raymon’s composed appearance, he endured silently without begging for his life.
He could use his ability on Haylen. But Raymon didn’t feel the need to do so. What was the point of living any longer? There was no more perfect moment than now to face death.
Since there was no need to continue living, Raymon couldn’t give the reaction Haylen wanted.
“If you’re going to be like this… why on earth…”
Haylen gritted his teeth. Clearly Raymon had lost. Yet somehow it felt like he himself had lost. Though Raymon was clearly dying in pain, he was excessively calm.
That’s why Haylen couldn’t maintain his sanity.
Kay, watching from afar, noticed that Haylen was gradually losing his reason. Sensing that he might go berserk at any moment, Kay quickly approached him.
“Are you alright?”
“…Yes.”
It was like cold water had been poured on him. He was the one who said ‘resolving’ the situation came first, yet he almost did something irreversible. Haylen barely suppressed his still confused emotions as he watched Raymon’s final moments.
His dry eyes wandered around before finally facing the void. Looking at the white ceiling, no one knows what Raymon was thinking. But it was clear that a slight regret passed through it.
Only after his neck was crushed did Raymon breathe his last. It was an excessively shabby death compared to his past.
At that moment, the corpse, whose form could no longer be recognized, slowly began to change.
“Sand…?”
Kay muttered as he watched Raymon’s body crumbling with a rustling sound. The black powder looked like sand as he said, but also like ashes.
“It might be the price of his ability.”
Though he didn’t know exactly, Raymon had been extending his lifespan with his ability. If so, his death could be different.
Haylen stared endlessly at the scene where the form had disappeared and only a pile of sand remained. Countless emotions passed through his downcast eyes without rest.
Kay understood his feelings, so he left without saying a word. He moved the unconscious barrier ability users to a safe place, copied the data about the experiments, and then destroyed the machine.
When the short cleanup was over, Fenil’s voice came through the earpiece.
“Mission complete.”
It was the end of a long, long day.
