Chapter 106 – Heavenly Demon’s Disciple (28)
I figured the call with Song Sun-young would drag on, so I rang Jeon Ji-eun first.
A very formal conversation.
“Hello, Miss Jeon Ji-eun. I just woke up. It’s been 84 days.”
(You already forgot? We agreed to drop the formalities.)
…Did we?
Maybe we did.
“Haha! Sorry, I literally just opened my eyes, my head’s still foggy.”
(Oh, you just woke up? Got it.)
“Huh? Yeah, uh-huh.”
(Wait for me. I’ll be there in five.)
“No, you really don’t have—”
Click.
She hung up.
‘I’m not exactly dying to see her…’
Right now my brain was 100 % occupied by the guy who’s been bothering Song Sun-young.
Ring ring~♪
…
Ring ring~♬
Sun-young must be busy at work—she didn’t pick up no matter how long I waited.
“Moon-soo!”
“Hm?”
“Over here.”
Jeon Ji-eun was waving from beside a black supercar parked in the hospital’s drop-off zone.
She must have come straight from the office; she was still in her sharp black women’s business suit…
But that paled next to the sheer presence of the car.
‘Is this supercar for real?’
I couldn’t remember the exact model, but it was definitely one of those “rolling apartment” monsters that grace convenience-store magazine covers.
“Nice ride.”
“Thanks. Just bought it recently.”
“I see…”
“Get in the passenger seat. I’ll drop you off right in front of the men’s dorm at the Sports University.”
“When did you even get your license…?”
Considering her age, she must have taken the test the second she was legally allowed.
Three years at most.
“It’s only been a month. I got it while waiting for you to wake up.”
“…”
So she’s still a total rookie.
“It’s fine. I have the beginner-driver sticker, so everyone yields nicely.”
“Well…”
Because even brushing against it would wipe out a year’s salary. Yielding isn’t courtesy; it’s survival.
I sat in the passenger seat as carefully as possible, trying not to leave footprints or fingerprints.
“Relax.”
“Can’t…”
The moment I sat down I felt a mortal danger on a level I’d never experienced in taxis or buses.
“Ready?”
“Y-yeah… please drive safely…”
VROOOOM!
Jeon Ji-eun’s black supercar roared to life and shot forward.
‘Oh…’
Contrary to my fears, she drove smoothly and stably.
And the other drivers were so kind!
I’m no expert, but the moment she flicked the turn signal—left or right—everyone immediately gave way.
“How’s your body?”
“Feels good.”
“Chief Seo said she used a custom nutrient drip instead of the normal one. Looks like it worked.”
“You know a lot.”
“I visited your room every day, after all.”
“…”
Her intentions were crystal clear, but when a capable, gorgeous older woman who drives a supercar says that…
Thump-thump.
My heart refused to stay calm.
‘The lust devil’s got you again!’
The Blood God’s teasing cackle naturally popped into my head.
“So, how was the dream?”
“How was it?”
“I’m curious what you did for 84 days inside there.”
“You believe me?”
“Of course. I’m a shaman too. Mostly the signboard kind, though.”
Jeon Ji-eun kept her eyes on the road while sliding just her gaze toward me in the passenger seat.
“Sorry. For some reason I feel like I just insulted you.”
“It’s fine. So?”
“It was a world that perfectly recreated the wuxia novel <Is This Heavenly Demon for Real?>. The patient thought he was the protagonist.”
“…Then the materials I prepared must’ve been useless.”
“Well… they did help with his personality.”
Mao Zhai’s family background, criminal record, romantic history, past incidents—none of that was really needed.
If anything was useful,
‘It was the concise summary Song Sun-young made…’
The image of Song Sun-young lying defenseless on my dorm bed flashed through my mind.
I neatly folded my hands over my lap.
I’m trash.
“Song Sun-young really is different as a veteran.”
“Huh? Yeah, sure is.”
Did Sun-young tell her? I was curious how Jeon Ji-eun knew, but I just brushed it off.
“Sorry. Next time I’ll prepare perfectly.”
“No, you don’t have to feel bad—”
“I’m sorry.”
“Hmm… I’ll count on you.”
While we talked, the supercar pulled up right in front of the men’s dorm.
VROOOM!
Couldn’t that roaring engine be a little quieter?
Every student in sight turned to stare at the car—and at us.
“Isn’t that Kang Moon-soo?”
“Who’s the beauty next to him?”
“Lucky bastard…”
They whispered quietly, thinking I couldn’t hear, but my hearing—sharpened every time I entered a dream—caught every word.
I didn’t do anything wrong, but…
‘This is awkward.’
Still, thanks to Jeon Ji-eun, I got here fast and comfortably.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. This is my job. Rest well today; see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I went through the past files Chief Seo organized while waiting. There are some things I want to ask.”
“Got it.”
“Then what time should I come tomorrow?”
I thought for a few seconds before answering.
“I haven’t told Coach Jang Seo-yeon I’m awake yet. I’ll check my schedule and text you.”
“Alright.”
VROOOM~
Jeon Ji-eun’s supercar pulled out of the dorm parking lot.
“…”
“…”
The students who had been gawking suddenly pretended they hadn’t been and scattered.
‘Well then…’
First, shower and think.
***
Every time I enter a dream, my real body is left completely defenseless—that fact still worries me.
I trust Elmolance Hospital’s security and guards, but having to rely on others for months at a time just doesn’t sit right.
Shaaaa—
A hot shower after so long felt amazing.
‘This is the problem with medieval settings.’
The romance-fantasy world of <I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Count’s Family> did have bathhouses, but they weren’t common enough for just anyone to use.
And true to a female-oriented romance-fantasy worldview, there was zero consideration for men—“bathing” was treated as an exclusive privilege of noble ladies.
Men wiped themselves down with wet towels like commoners. The only difference was that beautiful maids did it for them.
The wuxia world was pretty much the same.
“Phew…”
In <Is This Heavenly Demon for Real?>, there were those cute events where the protagonist “accidentally” saw naked beauties.
To make those scenes possible, the author irresponsibly set it so “people of the Central Plains” bathed in ponds or streams!
Consequently, the #1 cause of death for woodcutters and hunters was being killed for peeping on female martial artists bathing in the woods.
‘Reality is the best!’
In the dream worlds I was a world-famous extraordinary figure, but the knowledge that it was all fiction always anchored me.
I’m not a Ranuvel patient.
My real body was always lying motionless in Elmolance Hospital like a vegetable. I never forgot that.
Ring♪
The smartphone on the shower shelf rang.
「Incoming Call: Song Sun-young」
The moment I saw the name, I hit accept.
Click!
“Hello—”
(If you’re awake, you call me right away!)
“…I did call right away.”
(You keep calling until I pick up!)
“Ah! My bad!”
It felt a little unfair, but hearing her annoyed voice after so long just made me happy.
Am I a pervert?
I gave up on philosophical self-reflection and embraced my inner trash.
(Where are you?)
“Dorm.”
(Did you meet that woman?)
“Who?”
(Jeon Ji-eun. The intel girl who was in your hospital room every time I visited. Does she think she’s your nurse? Doesn’t she have a job?)
“Uh… probably? She said she got her license while waiting for me to wake up.”
(So you met her before me?)
“…”
I realized this was not the time to relax under the hot water.
(tense moment incoming).
(What are you doing?)
“Showering.”
(Come to the café right in front of the school gate. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.)
“Huh? Right now?”
(If you want another chat with the police uncle, I will come straight to the dorms.)
“On my way!”
The hot-water bliss vanished. My brain switched to crisis mode.
Currently showering.
Remaining time: 10 minutes.
Sprint to school gate: 1 min 4 sec.
But it’s not just drying off and throwing on clothes.
‘Where did I put the cologne? Shit! Beard! Where’s the razor?!’
The patchy beard still felt foreign. I’d planned to deal with it leisurely tomorrow, but I couldn’t go out looking like this.
Shk shk—
I, who never got nervous jumping out of planes, was now shaving while anxiously checking the clock.
‘3 minutes 13 seconds… done!’
Click!
I threw on the expensive outfit I’d splurged on, bolted out the dorm door, and sprinted down the hallway like the wind.
“Nice.”
Not late.
Waiting for the elevator was a waste, so emergency stairs!
Whoosh~
I practically flew down the steps.
My body felt noticeably lighter than before. Clear evidence of physical growth from the wuxia world.
“Hey? You…”
“Hello!”
I greeted familiar dorm mates and athletes in passing as I raced by.
Pat!
I ran as fast as possible without breaking a sweat.
…Huh?
Song Sun-young, who said it would take her about ten minutes, was already at the café in front of the gate, waiting for me.
That’s fine. I wasn’t late.
The problem?
She was talking to some guys when I arrived.
“Hi? Who—”
“You’re late!”
She hadn’t noticed me because of the men and glared as if I’d kept her waiting nine full minutes.
‘I’m not late, but…’
The moment I saw the face of the young man surrounded by what looked like bodyguards my age, all feelings of injustice evaporated.
The time I was actually late?
Not ten minutes, but eighty-four days.
“Sorry.”
“You know you’re wrong, right?”
“I was very wrong.”
“Good, you know. You’re buying dinner.”
“Absolutely!”
I accepted without hesitation. I’m not the guy who used to flinch over a few bucks anymore!
“I suddenly feel like going all out tonight. Aquarium first, then Parnaru Restaurant.”
“Got it!”
I accepted again, even if my fingertips were trembling. Today I’m the one in the wrong!
“Hey, commoner.”
“…”
I slowly turned to the young man I’d been ignoring.
“So you’re the boyfriend Song Sun-young mentioned?”
“That’s me.”
“Write down your bank account number and get lost. You get what I’m saying, right?”
“…Now I feel even sorrier.”
I was sincerely grateful to Sun-young for waiting for me.
“What are you doing? Not writing?”
“Hmm…”
I checked if the café’s CCTV was working properly.
“Don’t tell me… you have something called male pride?”
“Pride is important.”
“Common—”
“Oi. Stop with the ‘commoner’ crap and go home to practice your violin.”
“…Take care of him.”
At the young man’s order, the bodyguards menacingly cracked their knuckles and approached.
Whoosh~
And flew beautifully backward.
“Guh?!”
“Urgh~?!”
Thud! Thump!
A kick speed so fast that anyone who wasn’t a reflex-based athlete wouldn’t even react.
If I hadn’t held back, they wouldn’t have had time to scream before collapsing.
“This bastard—”
“Lost his fear, huh.”
The remaining guys who had been leisurely watching from a distance now charged like fixers.
Shhk—
Pulling switchblades from their pockets.
“Kyaa?!”
“Eek?!”
Students and café customers scattered in panic.
Song Sun-young…
“We’re going to the police station again, aren’t we.”
I couldn’t help but admire her calm worry about the aftermath.
“Looks like it.”
I dealt with the worms pretending to be tough with kitchen knives.
First one.
Whoosh~
“Argh— AAAAAH~?!”
I overpowered him, stole the knife, stabbed his thigh, and twisted.
Crack!
Unless he underwent Bone Reformation, he’d never walk right again.
“You son of a—”
Whoosh~!
A spinning back kick to the one aiming for my neck while his friend was down.
I accidentally put a little too much power—he almost died.
“Die— huh…?”
Thud.
The last guy’s knees buckled only after realizing the knife I threw was buried in his stomach.
Situation ended—no fatalities.
All that remained?
“Gasp!”
“The more I look, the more you resemble your uncle.”
“D-don’t come closer!”
“Do you like wuxia novels too?”
I offered the terrified Mao Zhai’s nephew a heroic, reassuring smile.
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