Chapter 1 - I remembered.

Ch 1  I remembered.

“That’s him, that’s him.”

The nobles gathered at the banquet were horrified by the appearance of a boy.

Young-ae, a young nobleman, could not help but be bewildered by the darkened atmosphere of the banquet.

“Lucion Cronia, the son of the Cronian family. I’m talking about him.”

Next to Young-ae, a noble young man with a glass of red wine sneaked up and pointed with his finger.

It was rude to point a finger at someone in noble etiquette, but Lucion was very explicit as if he was an exception.

Young-ae was curious about Lucion’s appearance in a hoodie which was not suitable for the banquet.

“Why is he…?”

Young-ae asked carefully.

I don’t know anything else, but the Cronian Count is the one who protected the frontier.

Why did the Cronian family make such an appearance like that when they heard that they had the same power as the Marquis?

“It’s crazy.”

The young nobleman answered without any hesitation.

“Yeah.”

Young-ae hurriedly covered her mouth.

“It’s not crazy enough. He even he killed his mother.”

“Well, really?”

Young-ae seemed scared and the plate in her hand shook lightly.

“Oh, you didn’t know? It’s quite a famous story, isn’t it?”

The young nobleman beside her laughed.

“There’s rumor that the Count’s wife, who could not accept his son’s madness, committed suicide.”

Young-ae’s gaze were on Lucion again.

I didn’t know which Count it was, but the case of Countess of Chronian committed suicide was quite famous.

Young-ae just heard for the first time in the social circle.

Young-ae asked, “Then… Why is he crazy?”

lowering her voice.

“Even the Count himself doesn’t seem to know why. Otherwise, how else would they have to go to a banquet like that?”

The young nobleman approached Young-ae more and boldly opened his mouth.

It was interesting, so it was time to move on.

“I’m personally more interested in you, Young-Ae than the reason why she jumped.”

The young nobleman asked with a sly smile.

“Why don’t we move to somewhere, Young-ae?”

“…Okay.”

Young-ae didn’t seem to hate it either.

The two quietly left the center of the banquet hall and headed to the corner where the door was.

Bam!

But somewhere, suddenly, a blown bottle struck the young nobleman’s head.

While he stumbled and couldn’t come to his senses, a shrill voice struck the ear of that young nobleman.

“If you’re in a rut, don’t go too far.”

The sound of the bottle breaking even stopped the music that was surrounding the banquet hall.

Again.

The footsteps of someone walking to the noble young man were heard very loudly.

“…it’s Lucion.”

At the moment, Lucion’s gaze were shot at the nobleman who mentioned him.

The nobleman turned his head in a hurry.

“Who, I made eye contact. The curse will spread! The curse…!”

Lucion laughed at the words of a nobleman who believed in nonsense.

Soon, when they looked into his eyes, he heard the sound of a curse, a disease, everywhere.

Lucion looked again at the young nobleman and held out a bottle of liquor in his other hand.

“Are you trying to seduce a woman by mentioning other people’s family history? A dog in a rut won’t do that, you son of a bitch!”

Lucion smashed the liquor bottle on the head of the nobleman.

Bam!

When the hood came off slightly, the people at the banquet stopped breathing.

It was really Lucion Cronia.

Although he is called by various names, such as the madman and the cursed one, this was the best among them.

He’s a tough bastard.

Once bitten, there was no way to let go.

Ttak!

When Lucion became empty-handed, he kicked the nobleman, who had already collapsed and moaned, mercilessly.

“I!”

Bam!

“Making reference to your doggy family history.”

Bam!

“Do you like to flirt with a girl?”

Bam!

“Do you like it?”

The sudden disturbance brought the count’s guards into the banquet hall.

The guards lost their words in the sight of Lucion, who forgot the dignity of the aristocrat and beat his already fallen opponent with his feet.

“Sir, if you do this…….”

“Don’t stop me! I will kill that son of a bitch today!”

Who Lucion is talking to.

The sudden honor, as well as the guards, began to whisper.

“I heard it’s crazy… but it’s real.”

People’s gaze toward Lucion grew sharper.

[Dirty your hands because of him?]

The man standing next to Lucion swept down his face.

[Your father told you to just go and come back quietly. ]

“I said it was noisy!”

Lucion shouted and glared at the man.

People’s eyes were directed there together.

But there was no one there.

People even felt creepy at Lucion’s gaze into the air.

[Yes, I’m the crazy one]

The man reproached himself and squeezed his hair hard.

“You idiot, Russell… Why did you make fun of him when you knew your student was like that?”

Russell saw fear in the eyes of those who looked at Lucion.

It was obvious.

They can’t see themselves as ghosts, so they’re afraid of Lucion.

Only those who can see ghosts are blessed with darkness.

Lucion, his disciple, was blessed with the darkness.

[Lucion] That’s enough.]

Russell stopped Lucion again.

Before Lucion met him, he knew that he had been haunted by ghosts in this way until a month ago.

But things got too big today.

Lucion looked at the guards who had come to him.

“If you dare to grab my clothes, I will immediately ask for disrespect and cut your throats!”

Perfect!

As Russell flicked his finger, the anger in Lucion’s eyes subsided a little.

[Calm down, Lucion] He’s not the ghost that bothered you, he’s a man.]

For those blessed with darkness, darkness took its place instead of Mnna.

Darkness is heavily influenced by negative emotions.

Negative actions such as ruthless violence and verbal abuse, even if not necessarily emotions, led to corruption and became the cruel and merciless warlock that people knew.

[If you don’t want to be a corrupt warlock, take a deep breath right now.]

Russell glared bitterly at Lucion.

Lucion became a warlock yesterday.

It was unstable at the moment.

Lucion breathed deeply to calm down, as Russell said.

Then I felt the gaze pouring on myself only then.

Lucion was aware of that gaze.

It was a cold and disgusting look that ghosts always looked at when they cursed them.

-You can’t be happy. You can see us because God has listened to our desire to torment you, an aristocrat, to the death.

-Now, let’s be as unhappy as we are when we lose our necks and hearts. Hurry up and be abandoned by society and people and die.

-Kill, Kill it! , Die! Please die! Please!

Lucion clenched his teeth unconsciously as the sounds of ghosts that were harassing him, which still sounded like a hallucination.

Not a minute of freedom has been allowed for decades.

I had to fight not to lose myself in the voices of the ghosts who talked like that every time.

[…Lucion! Look at your front!]

Puck!

A fist from somewhere hit Lucion in the face.

“How dare this son of a bitch…!”

With a keen eye, an nobleman suddenly grabbed Lucion’s collar.

I don’t know where the hell it came from, but Lucion couldn’t resist the power of the that man who was increasingly driving him to the wall. ‘What strength…!’

That nobleman seemed to be a knight.

But it wasn’t Lucion who would take it.

“Who do you think you are, my brother… Argh!”

Lucion bit the aristocrat’s ear at the timing of his collar.

Lucion’s sudden attack only hastened the anger of a noble who had already lost his reason.

Kwaang!

The nobleman grabbed Lucion by the neck and hit him hard against the wall.

One of the ornaments that had been fixed to the wall fell on Lucion’s head due to the vibration.

Bam!

-Bam!

There was a similar, but disparate sound in Lucion’s ear.

-Shoot!

He could see the rain falling like an afterimage.

‘Rain… there’s no way it’s going to rain.’

Like now, his knees stuck helplessly to the floor, and the objects that fell nearby were never seen in the world.

Smartphone, credit card.

‘Oh…’

Lucion recalled a memory.

Lee Haram.

That was the name he used before he was born Lucion.

Flop.

When Lucion collapsed, the banquet hall was engulfed in deep silence.

There was a big deal coming up.

No matter how crazy Lucion says he is, he still the son of Count Cronian.

Now no one has a higher position than Lucion in the banquet hall.

* * *

“…uh.”

Lucion grabbed his throbbing head and opened his eyes.

[What’s the point of having an accident at that age of puberty?]

Lucion’s usual sarcasm sounded different today.

The scenery of his room, which he always saw, also felt strange.

‘Damn it.’

Lucion closed his eyes tightly.

It wasn’t the same, crappy routine as usual.

‘…Lee Haram.’

The moment Lucion was hit in the head, he had a ridiculous experience.

The memory of spending 29 years as a Korean Lee Ha-ram passed by like a flashlight.

I couldn’t tell if it was really me or someone’s someone’s illusion.

But the memory was too clear.

‘If that’s true…….’

Lucion frowned.

Then what am I?

Lucion looked at his hand with a confused emotion.

This place was similar to the world of the novel, “The Hand of the Darkness,” that Lee Ha-ram had read.

From setting up a worldview that worships light and disposes of darkness to his own Tesla empire, his own family, The Count of Cronia.

And myself, Lucion Cronia.

All of this was mentioned in the novel.

[…Lucion?]

Russell looked at Lucion with a worried look at his unusual reaction.

He had some bleeding because the ornaments were pretty hard, but the doctor said it would be okay.

[You don’t happen to know who I am, do you?]

Russell asked carefully.

Lucion looked at Russell.

Russell stopped at Lucion’s gaze, which was different from usual, full of confusion instead of sharpness.

[What’s wrong?] [Are you sick?]

“Am I… a villain?”

Lucion smiled bitterly.

Lucion Chronia, a warlock who has lost his only friend and teacher, Russell.

He himself appeared as an intermediate boss in the novel.

His brother Carson and the main character concealed his identity to kill himself.

His life ended with a miserable ending at the hands of the two.

‘Why me?’

Lucion was falsely accused.

‘Why do I have to be miserable in the novel?’

He didn’t see a ghost because he wanted to.

It was learned that when a person dies, there can never be a ghost to go to the God of Light.

So I didn’t know it was a ghost and just asked who he was.

That question changed his life.

People mocked him for being crazy, and the ghosts who died to the nobles resolved the grudge against him.

‘Do you think I’m gonna live like that?’

I had been feeling what daily life was like for the first time in more than a decade because Russell kicked out the ghost.

He can only live a decent life now.

Lucion breathed in.

‘This is an opportunity I’ve given myself. A chance not to repeat that life!’

Chiji.

Then, with an unpleasant sound, Lucion stopped breathing.

– You recognized that you are the middle boss, ‘Lucion Chronia.’

The letters in the air.

Lucion quietly rolled his eyes.

The world was stopped.

Thump thump.

Suddenly my heart was beating hard.

– Would you resist your fate?

‘Resistance…?’

-Or do you want to comply?

Two choices were given to Lucion.

As if there were no other options, the letters shook with the sound of a ticking clock.

Click, click.

The more I heard the clock, the more letters collapsed.

“I am.”

Lucion gave strength to the eyes.

There is no reason to hesitate.

It was a routine that I barely got my hands on.

I was finally feeling happy.

I didn’t want to be taken away.

To no one.

“I’ll resist!”

At that moment, numerous red threads coiled Lucion.

-You chose to resist.

The letters came back to mind.

-Find and cut off all the red threads that are tied to you.

“…Red thread?”

– The various fates you will experience will appear in red and blue threads. The red thread is the fate you must cut off to resist fate. Blue thread means a relatively low-importance fate.

“So?”

– Just as small things change one by one, it’s always important for you to find the red thread if you cut the blue thread.

Even before Lucion asked, the letters created a new sentence.

-You caught by fate. If you resist fate, the fate itself will lose its strength and be cut off. Well, good luck.

“Come on, wait….”

[Lucion…?]

Lucion looked around with astonished eyes at Russell’s impatient voice.

The time when it stopped is back.

The thread that was wrapped around him disappeared.

‘Resist my fate. You mean, don’t follow the story?’

That’s good.

Lucion never had the intention of living as an intermediate boss.

‘My happiness is in my hands.’

Lucion took his breath and calmly called Russell.

“…master.”

Ting!

Maybe it’s because I’ve done something I haven’t done before.

There was a blue thread that followed Russell and Lucion themselves.

‘First of all, one.’

Lucion was convinced that he could cut the thread in a tight pull.

“I’ll learn black magic.”

The first step that I didn’t try, probably different from the novel.

It’s going away.

A thread is cut off.