CH 2

Resignation, that’s the only answer.

The fact that he’s still possessed with all his limbs intact suggests that the main character’s brother hasn’t died yet….

But that doesn’t erase everything Han Cha-soo has done so far.

‘I’ll have to clean up the house first.’

No matter how twisted a villain he was, I didn’t know if he had a family.

He needed to get in touch with them, just in case Han Cha-soo was the head of the family.

But there was no sign of them anywhere in the house.

Instead, I found a diary in a room set up like a study.

“Bastard with a big liver.”

I flipped open the diary.

He was a stalker who died because he couldn’t bother Jung Yi-Heon.

[12 December 23X5.

Once again, Jung Yi-Heon showed up at the company canteen. The empty-headed cubs flocked to suck on him again. What’s the good of a child who only has good parents? They must be wearing their eyes as decorations.]

[15 May 23X5.

Why the fuck do I have to brew potions for Jung Yi-Heon? Why the fuck do I have to serve the S-classes who don’t do anything!]

[22 August 23X6.

He’s a tough one. Did I drop the potency too little to make it less noticeable?

Still, it was pretty cool to see him covered in blood. I wish he’d been killed so they couldn’t find his body.

I’ll have to work on the duration next time].

The madman left things wide open.

Some things didn’t even make it into the script.

“How else did you sell inside information to the extras?”

He even sold the inside information of the Heavenly Spirit Guild.

By the time I reached the last chapter, I squeezed my eyes shut with my hands.

[3 September 23X7.

Fucking bastard. I’m going to kill a frost giant and you make me prepare so many freeze resistance potions, what the fuck!

I’m not even going to use them all.

On a topic where you’re fighting with a bunch of secondary skills anyway, you’re fucking greedy as fuck, you cowards].

I stood still and closed the diary.

Then I opened my phone and checked the date.

Wednesday, 4 September, 23X7.

“That’s yesterday’s diary entry.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Third year, autumn, Frostgiant Dungeon.

And that cursed name, Frost Resistance Potion.

They could only point to one thing.

“Fuck, Han Cha-soo…!”

I’d been possessing for less than two hours, and I was about to watch a limb amputation demonstration.

“Customer, you’re here….”

“Here’s the card, please pay quickly!”

“Uh, uh…. here you go, thank you!”

“Goodbye!”

The Heavenly Spirit Guild that had burst in with the single-minded intention of not wanting to be left behind was damned big, and its standards were high enough to make one swear.

The good news was that Han Cha-soo was a Class A Hunter. He was slower than usual, but it wasn’t hard to run up more than two floors of stairs.

“I’m coming through.”

“Uh, uh…?”

Whether it was because it was a large guild or they just didn’t want to wait for the lift, there were quite a few Hunters using the stairs like me.

A few of them looked back at me in surprise, but I paid them no mind.

I had to join the raid team now.

I remembered the conversation I had with the team leader in the taxi on the way here.

-What? Mr Han Cha-soo, what’s going on? You called me when you weren’t supposed to… The freeze resistance potion? I took it all from the first raid team last night. Why, is something wrong?

As soon as I heard that, the blood drained from my body.

I had to give up trying to retrieve the potion since I had already handed it over to the raiding team.

It had been produced and inspected by the manufacturing team. I didn’t even have a spare to replace it.

So what to do?

The first thing to do is to make excuses for the mistake.

‘It won’t work.’

I even stamped the production report and inspection stamp with my own hand. No one would believe me if I said I made a mistake.

If I made excuses, I would be disciplined, and if I messed up, I would be investigated and sent to prison.

The second option was simple. Pretend not to know, resign and disappear.

However, the opponent was a top S-class player leading a top 10 domestic guild. No matter where I went, I was sure to be captured and have a dismemberment party. In the end, I had only one option left.

BANG!

The Tactical 1 team member standing at his desk looked up at me with round eyes.

“Oh, today… Huh. Frost, Giant Attack Team! Secondary Team, Application, Call Lock…! I’m here to do it.”

I had to go into the tiger’s den and save him.

Baek-sun, a member of Team 1 of the Heavenly Spirit Guild’s dungeon raid, had been dead since morning.

It wasn’t like the guild leader hadn’t called off the raid half an hour earlier.

What could he do about the sudden opening of a Class 1 gate on the Jeju side?

Baek-sun was willing to send the guild leader to Jeju, even if it was just for a plane ticket to the island booked for the following weekend.

His only complaint was that his brother was sent instead of the guild leader, and he was forced to go to the dungeon with him.

“Eh.”

“If you were the Guild Leader, I wouldn’t mind halving the number of people here.

With the loss of the S-class and the replacement of the A-class, there was a natural need to reinforce their strength.

He sighed heavily and composed an email to the third potion-making team, asking them to send him any surplus potions they had.

It was then.

There was a rush of footsteps and someone slammed into the partition.

“Eek!”

“Huh, huh….”

The man, who had almost fallen to the floor, grabbed the partition and managed to pull himself up.

He looks so exhausted that Baek-sun forgets to get angry.

The man was breathing heavily and the nape of his neck was damp with sweat.

“Did we have someone like this in our company?”

There was a sense of danger in the air, and Baek-sun craned his neck, but the man’s head snapped up.

His skin was feverishly white and his eyes cloudy grey.

His sweaty black hair barely covered his eyes.

“Huu, haa….”

A handsome man who exuded an aura of precariousness just by breathing still. Baek-sun quickly scanned the man.

“T, today… heuk. Frost, giant strike team, support team, application call lock…! I’m here to help.”

The man called out to him in a cracked voice.

Baek-sun snapped to attention.

“Eh? Yes? Application for support? Oh!”

Yesterday evening, he had sent out an email to all employees asking them to apply for the support team.

It was an obligatory email sent out every time the raiding team went out into the field, but few people actually participated.

At the sight of the long-awaited help, Baek-sun’s face instantly brightened.

“But where are you from….”

“Oh.”

The man cleared his throat and held out his templar.

“I’m from Potion Making Team 1.”

<Potion Making Team 1 researcher, Han Cha-soo>

Looking at the surprised Baek-sun, Han Cha-soo forced a harmless smile.

***

“Thank you for your help.”

“No, that’s fine, I’m just grateful, because not many people actually come to me in person after receiving a support email.”

“Really?”

Han Cha-soo looked up from the box in his hands and looked at Baek-sun with a questioning look.

Beneath his pale beige hair, soft yellowish eyes stared back at him.

“You didn’t know?”

“Um…. I knew there were no applicants for the secondary team, but I didn’t realise it was that bad.”

Han Cha-soo shrugged.

He was currently walking with Baek-sun towards the Northeast Training Hall of the Heavenly Spirit Guild.

”There’s no point in coming to the support team when the raid team has its own support team.”

Baek-sun whispered, as if telling him a secret. Han Cha-soo nodded silently in agreement.

‘It’s good that you talk so much.’

The conversation with Baek-sun was helpful.

“So, the other day, the equipment management team and the production team got into a big fight. It’s not like they’re teenagers in a youth drama.”

“Hoo.”

Baek-sun didn’t even stop talking when he followed him to Potion Making Team 1.

Thanks to this, Han Cha-soo had a rough idea of how the inner workings of the Heavenly Spirit Guild worked.

‘We’ll have to meet more often before I leave.’

I was on the verge of death within hours of being possessing the villain, which is a lot better than the damn novel, which doesn’t give you any of your body’s memories.

‘Not as bad a start as I thought.’

Han Cha-soo thought, looking down at the Baek-sun chattering beside him.

‘No, actually, I’m lucky.’

It wasn’t until he got off the phone with the team leader that he realised he needed a support every time the team went out into the field, so he looked through his phone to see if there was anything else he could do to help.

It had been mentioned in passing a few times in the story, but I had forgotten about it because it wasn’t important.

‘Thank God.’

If they weren’t looking for volunteers, I was going to force myself to follow them.

I was hoping to avoid the whole dismemberment and live torture thing.

“I’m not as good as you, but I’m a healer, too, though I didn’t expect to be called upon.”

Han Cha-soo tilted his head at Baek-sun’s fat voice.

“I thought you were an office worker, but you weren’t.”

“Oh, I’m usually in office. It’s just that today is weird. I’m in the field.”

Han Cha-soo stroked his chin as Baek-sun let out a long sigh.

‘A healer who’s suddenly been transferred.’

He seemed to think of something, but Baek-sun raised his hand and pointed to one side.

“Over there, Northeast Trainer. That’s where most of the Assault 1 team is gathered right now.”

I could already feel the buzz in the air.

He stepped through the open door and was greeted by the warm air. The liveliness was a little strange.

As Han Cha-soo cautiously peered into the training hall, a muffled voice pierced his ears.

“What’s going on in the potions department?”

The voice was calm but authoritative. Han Cha-soo looked up slowly.

The man who had appeared so unexpectedly was staring at him with a hard gaze.

Startled, he quickly scanned his opponent.

He was a gentle, handsome man with neat black hair and scarlet eyes.

“Guild Leader!”

Baek-sun called out from the side.

Only then did Han Cha-soo realise who the man standing over him was.

Jung Yiheon. The protagonist of this novel, and the man who would tear him limb from limb in the future.