CH 7

The skill ‘Regeneration’ was a cheat skill that even the protagonist, Jung Yi-heon, didn’t have.

‘I’ve said it before, I never heard of this skill in the original.’

None of the S-classes in Nanda Ginda have a regeneration skill.

‘What the hell was Han Chasoo doing that he had a skill like this and was acting like such a jerk?’

It was a mystery.

It’s a B-grade skill with a description of perfect recovery.

Still, I was able to save my excuse and get a nice misunderstanding as a bonus, so it was two birds with one stone.

Han Chasoo let out a languid sigh and turned his head away.

The two men seemed to be waiting for him to collect his thoughts.

Han Chasoo looked at Jung Yiheon and spoke in a more subdued voice.

“…I don’t think I’ll be able to attend the Heavenly Spirit Guild anymore.”

“What?”

“With a body like this, I don’t think I’ll be able to survive the working hours, let alone go to work.”

Han Chasoo pointed to his legs, which had begun to cramp.

Even his fingertips were shaking.

The reaction was intense.

“Hyung, are you saying you’re going to leave now?”

“No, Han Chasoo-ssi. It’s a rash idea.”

I know that Baek-sun would object. But Jung Yiheon’s reaction was surprising.

‘What’s wrong with him?’

His face hardened, he stepped closer to Han Chasoo and said.

“You should be thinking about what we can do for you, not what you can do for us.”

“What?”

“The Heavenly Spirit Guild, and I personally, will do anything to repay the debt we owe to Han Chasoo-ssi.”

No, you don’t have to repay the debt, you just have to accept my retirement letter neatly.

My heart suddenly raced.

A terrible premonition that I might not be able to leave hit me in the face.

“Guild Leader, I didn’t do that with the expectation of that.”

Han Chasoo tries to convince him, but Jung Yiheon bends down and took the bedside.

So close I could feel his breath, his scarlet eyes held a frenzy of

fervour.

“I saw with my own two eyes how you sacrificed yourself for my brother.”

“…”

“If I didn’t help Han Chasoo after seeing that, I’d be the most failure human being.”

When did you see that?

After slowly glancing at the frozen Han Chasoo, Jung Yiheon smiled smoothly.

“Therefore, please allow me to repay the favour.”

“No, Guild Leader. I did it for my own good, and you don’t have to.”

“No.”

Jung Yiheon shook his head firmly. There was an incomprehensible heat in his soft voice.

Han Chasoo felt an intense premonition.

A strong premonition that things had gone very wrong.

“You don’t have to worry about anything in the future, Han Chasoo-ssi.”

“…”

“The Heavenly Spirit Guild will take care of everything for you.”

Jung Yiheon held something out to him with a trusting face.

A cold sweat ran down his spine.

It was a thick document that was hard to hold in one hand.

He glanced at it and saw the dreaded words “life contract” scrawled across the front, along with the words “housing,” “subsidy,” and other words.

A chill ran down my spine.

”Then I’ll come back next time.”

Jung Yiheon’s expression was not good as he left the hospital room.

“I’ll come again, hyung!”

With that, Baeksun shouted and ran off.

Lee Jinryul, who was waiting in the corridor, frowned at the strange sight.

“What the hell, what happened?”

“…He was more stubborn than I thought.”

Jung Yiheon shook his head with a sigh.

“You mean you were rejected?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh….”

Lee Jinryul gave him a look that said, “All humans are like that.”

“He looked at the contract and turned it down?”

An offer of a private foreign car, a chauffeur on call twenty-four hours a day, and on top of that, full hospital facilities in the residence?

Lee Jinryul muttered to himself, and Jung Yiheon shook his head in silence.

“Is he some kind of angel that fell from the heavens or something? This makes me look bad for being suspicious.”

Lee Jinryul grumbled and rubbed the back of his neck. Jung Yiheon was in a similar mood to Lee Jin-ryul.

“Maybe he really did sacrifice himself to save Seoheon.”

His voice was calm as ever.

In truth, Jung Yiheon didn’t know much about Han Chasoo.

Sometimes, whenever they met each other in the company, Han Chasoo gaze will persistently followed him.

An annoying guy who sometimes tried to bump into me as if it was a mistake, that’s all.

And now, after putting himself out there for his brother, he’s met with tragedy.

“I must have misunderstood you, Han Chasoo-ssi.”

A nameless emotion dripped from his calm voice. Guilt, perhaps. Lee Jinryul looked at Jung Yiheon with pity.

“It’s not your fault, so don’t feel bad.”

“But it’s Seoheon’s fault.”

Instead of saving Jung Seoheon, Han Chasoo struck the final blow, and it was the difference between life and death. Literally, for five days, he didn’t know when he would die.

“Every doctor that came in and out of the operating theatre was covered in blood.”

He was eventually saved by a healer, but his body was like shards of glass.

The poison that had spread throughout his body could not be detoxified no matter how hard he tried.

“Brother, is it true? That he’s going to die…!”

Somehow, Han Chasoo’s condition had spread to him in an instant.

‘That’s why I told you to be careful.’

Jung Yiheon resolved to conduct another internal personnel review as soon as the dust settled.

But first, he had to stabilise his brother.

“It’s because of me….”

“Seoheon, calm down. He’s still alive, and we’re treating him as best we can.”

“Brother, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to put you in trouble for this, but can you help him?”

I could see in Seoheon’s wavering eyes that he was still haunted by that day.

It was the same for him.

I can still see it clearly when I close my eyes.

The pale figure of the man who had collapsed, leaving behind a small sigh of relief only after making sure my brother was safe until the end.

“…Okay.”

So it was. I had done what Seoheon had asked and helped him.

But I couldn’t trust him that easily. I purposely went to him with an overpriced reward, but I didn’t expect him to refuse so neatly.

‘That was unexpected.’

Han Chasoo even insisted that he would leave with one more drink.

Maybe even that was a lie. But if so, it was even more intriguing.

What was he thinking then?

As if distracted, Yi Jinyrul muttered to himself.

“He said he didn’t want the reward, he said he couldn’t be bothered, and he was leaving. So, he really didn’t mean anything by it?”

“That’s all I can say for now. After all, it was only the other day that he defeated the Wraith.”

After Han Chasoo saved Seoheon and passed out, the rest of the team cleaned up the scene.

An unexpected rampage, a first-time hidden boss monster.

Gathering information was essential in case it showed up again someday.

“How can coincidences be so coincidental, Seoheon was really meant to live.”

Getting into the car, Lee Jinryul said with admiration.

Some of the reagents he took that day were a mixture of the types that affect mental monsters.

His teammates suggested that the object he threw at the wraith was probably an explosive containing a combination of those reagents.

Jung Yiheon agreed.

He saw the wraith crumble to ashes with a powerful explosion.

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt sorry for Han Cha-soo’s abilities. It wasn’t a normal person who could exert such strength.

Yes, it was too much to let him go. In more ways than one.

Leaning his head back against the seat, Jung Yiheon muttered in a low voice.

“…I don’t think I can do it.”

“Uh, when you say that, you always get into trouble.”

“I can’t let Han Chasoo leave like this.”

His eyes, which stared into thin air, were now filled with determination.

“Even as a guild leader, even as a brother, I cannot treat a benefactor poorly.”

Seeing the rare spark in his red eyes, Lee Jinryul was stunned.

“What’s wrong with Baeksun and now you?”

Baeksun, who refused to live with his brother, made him contact Baekdam on his own initiative.

Jung Yiheon is even more determined to keep Han Chasoo.

‘There really is something to Han Chasoo.’

Lee Jin-ryul’s eyes deepen as he stares at the distant hospital.

Meanwhile, Han Chasoo is struggling under the extreme stress that Jung Yiheon has thrown at him.

End-of-life agreement? A life contract?

“I’ll come back next time, then.”

The crappy words and the papers Jung Yiheon left behind were enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

‘Who’s this arsehole trying to screw over?’

The contract was full of terms that ranged from good to fantastic.

Full medical expenses until I was cured, a central Seoul apartment, and a car and driving to and from work.

I even had to cut my hours by a tenth, but my salary increased tenfold.

It was an insane contract that made me think my brain had melted.

The problem was that it was useless to Han Chasoo.

“I’m not going to die for ten times the salary.”

Han Chasoo coldly threw the papers at him.

“How many things I’ve done there.”

So much potion tampering that my mouth sore.

The diary entries were pretty clear: tampering with equipment, sabotage, and stealing research materials.

‘It’s not once, he’s been doing it since he joined….’

Even if I was a benefactor to the guild leader’s brother, I couldn’t cover it up.

If he was caught, he would be kicked out of the guild.

If everything else was discovered, he would be sued and possibly even killed.

“We should leave as soon as possible.”

As Han Chasoo steeled his resolve, someone opened the door without a sound.

“You’re awake?”

It was a neat-looking man with flaxen hair tied back to one side.

The man who had spoken so casually approached him and sat down next to him as if they were friends.

“How are you feeling? I’ve lost quite a bit of sweat in your healing.”

…Who is this bastard?

Han Chasoo frowned.