Chapter 107
Right up until the moment Belphegor shoved her finger into my forehead, right after Satan crushed my leg—there was still a sense of reality to everything.
But the next moment…
I fell.
Into a world so hazy and surreal, it felt like a dream.
This wasn’t reality. Anyone could tell that at a glance.
The problem was, it felt real—disturbingly real.
I relived it all.
The moment my father died.
The day my mother passed in her hospital bed.
And... even my first death.
Every miserable memory, twisted and played on repeat.
But the thing is—those events?
I’ve already come to terms with them.
Losing my parents was painful. But they had loved me so much... if I broke down over it, it would be like spitting on their sacrifices.
And yeah, dying in a fire sucked. But the agony didn’t last long.
I passed out from the smoke before the pain even really hit.
Honestly?
Getting stabbed by Satan earlier?
That hurt more.
So those memories—while grim—weren’t really trauma anymore.
And yet, Belphegor kept digging into them like she could break me with them. It was almost laughable.
That is... until the next part.
[So what? In the end, you couldn’t protect your mom or dad.]
[What did you gain from dying in that fire? That kid probably doesn’t even remember you.]
[Your death was meaningless.]
Those words hit like knives.
They clawed open things I had buried deep inside me—negative thoughts I’d locked away, sealed tight.
And now, they burst forth.
Morphing into a massive, shapeless monster that howled and came sprinting toward me.
I ran.
But of course, I didn’t get far.
I was caught.
Dozens of arms grabbed me. And slowly, they began to grope every inch of my body.
[Stupid bastard. Couldn’t even pass your exams, leeching off your parents like a pathetic failure.]
[If you’d earned more money, maybe your mom wouldn’t have died. A better hospital, better treatment—she might’ve lived.]
[You’re a loser.]
[Why are you even alive? You’re not good at anything.]
[A high school grad with no skills. A useless, talentless idiot.]
[Look at everyone else. College, jobs, relationships, cars. And you? What do you have?]
[Do you even deserve to live?]
...I knew.
I knew what this was.
That the voices were part of some twisted trick from the Demon Lords.
But…
Everything they said?
Was true.
Even back in Korea, I’d been a nobody.
I worked part-time jobs and bounced between gigs. Sometimes I’d look at myself and feel sick.
Like I hated the sight of who I was.
Sure, I had my reasons. But what did that matter? Society doesn’t care about “reasons.”
To be respected, to be worthy, I should’ve studied harder. Got into a good school. Landed a real job. Then I’d be allowed to have things. A relationship. A future.
But I didn’t.
No, I couldn’t.
Or maybe I just didn’t try hard enough.
Whatever it was…
This is all because I wasn’t good enough.
I was pathetic. In Korea. In this world.
Even here, I hadn’t accomplished a damn thing on my own.
Without Asmodeus, without those lewd game-like powers…
Would any woman have even looked at me?
Everything I’d “earned”—if you could even call it that—was just dumb luck.
I’m useless.
Why do I even exist?
Maybe it’d be better if I just—
“YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!!!”
A voice cut through the despair like a lightning bolt.
The monster’s hands, wrapped all over my body, were suddenly slapped away.
The shriek it let out was bone-chilling, and the grotesque limbs detached from my body.
Dazed, I looked up at the one who’d saved me—
“This isn’t the time for you to be wallowing! If you die, I die too, you dumbass! Now get on! Hurry!”
Wait.
This ugly, scrappy... foal?
A short-legged little colt with a stubby horn sticking out of his forehead was shoving his back toward me.
The monstrous thing roared again, lunging right for us.
Out of instinct, I climbed onto the colt’s back.
Compared to a horse, he was tiny. I barely fit, and that was just me alone.
“Holy hell, you’re heavy! Hold on tight, dumbass, I’m running for it!”
And run he did.
Whatever else he was, he had four legs—and he flew like the wind.
Despite the terror, it was kind of ridiculous. A stubby, panting pony speeding through a hellscape while carrying me on his back—it wasn’t exactly an epic escape. More like... a comedy sketch.
“Wait… Are you—”
“Took you long enough! Yes!! I’m Kon! That unicorn in your necklace—that’s me!!”
I clung tighter to his neck, practically burying my face in his scruffy mane.
Why… Why would he save me?
We weren’t exactly close. I liked him, sure. But enough to risk himself like this?
“Why? Why save me?”
“Don’t know how it works, but your past—your memories—I saw them too!”
“And dammit... I’ve never seen someone as stupidly good as you!”
“I was terrified. I wanted to stay hidden and survive. But after seeing all that... how could I not help? You’re a Saint, Amael! The kindest human I’ve ever seen!”
...A Saint?
Me?
I’ve made mistakes—a lot of them.
I’ve hesitated between right and wrong plenty of times.
I’ve even done bad things—things I regret.
I’m not Jesus. I’m not Buddha.
“I’m not a Saint. I’m not even that good a guy. But... thanks, Kon.”
“Shut up! If you’re not a Saint, then what the hell does that make me—AAAAARGHH!!”
The chase didn’t last long.
Kon let out a scream as something slammed into him.
I was thrown, crashing hard into the ground.
The shapeless beast was faster than it looked.
“Help me! Amael!! Please!! Do something!!”
I didn’t have time to react.
Dozens of arms engulfed Kon in an instant.
They wrapped around his small body—and devoured him whole.
“KON!!”
I shot up to my feet and bolted toward the formless beast.
I tried activating every skill I had.
Of course, nothing worked.
I stared at the creature—my stomach turned.
Just looking at it filled me with instinctual disgust and fear.
I didn’t want to go near it.
I wanted to run.
But I clenched my teeth and forced those thoughts down, sprinting anyway.
Kon had saved me.
He must have been just as scared.
But the idiot still dove in to save me... all because he thought I was “kind.”
So yeah—saving him is the only right thing to do.
“Give him back! GIVE KON BACK!!”
I grabbed one of Kon’s front legs that was sticking out of the creature’s side and pulled with everything I had.
But just as I began to yank him free—
His emotions and memories poured into me.
“What the hell is this runt? He’s no son of mine.”
Kon had always been small—too small.
Even when he turned five—the age when unicorns were recognized as adults—he still looked like a newborn foal.
His father, a towering unicorn stallion, abandoned him in disgust.
The other unicorns? They weren’t any better. They treated him like a joke.
His mother was the only one who ever supported him.
But she wasn’t even a unicorn—just a normal mare.
And she didn’t live long.
After that... Kon was alone.
His horn was short.
His psychic power weak.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t integrate into unicorn society.
He was always on the outskirts.
A misfit.
An outcast.
Bullied.
Alone.
When mating season came, Kon wasn’t even considered.
The mares wanted nothing to do with him.
To them, he was too scrawny. Too unimpressive.
Then, one winter day—
A unicorn mare was born.
In their society—where males vastly outnumbered females—a new mare was a big deal.
Who would be the first to mate with the virgin unicorn?
It became the hot topic across the entire herd.
And the moment Kon laid eyes on her... he fell hard.
The next day, he vanished.
He dove into a cave and began to train—obsessively.
With his low psychic output, raw strength wasn’t an option.
So he honed precision. Mastery. Finesse.
He trained for over two years. Literally risking his life.
That’s why he was able to support my skills so precisely—
Kon had become something entirely different.
And on the day the unicorn mare reached maturity and entered her first heat…
Dozens of male unicorns surrounded her, posturing.
“Mate with me. My seed is the strongest.”
“If you get pregnant, I’ll protect you while you raise our foal.”
Among the chaos…
Kon appeared.
None of the other stallions even took him seriously.
Until he annihilated all of them.
His psychic control was terrifyingly sharp.
One by one, they were defeated—and humiliated.
Bloodied and limping, Kon staggered toward the mare.
“I—I’ve already slept with all the mares nearby!!”
“I—I’m the strongest stud around!! I only do it once per mare! And they all got pregnant!! So…
so mate with me! If you do, you’ll—!!”
He stuttered his way through the most ridiculous lies…
The mare smiled.
“You’re cute. And what you just did... was kind of amazing. What’s your name?”
A proud grin tugged at Kon’s lips.
Trying to look as rugged and alpha as possible, he said—
“They call me... the Small Horn of the Northern Hills...”
They gazed into each other’s eyes, a pink aura blooming between them—
“AAAAAAAH!! HELP ME!! HELP ME, Amael!!”
Talk about bad timing.
Right at their magical moment, I managed to yank Kon free from the beast’s grip.
His memories disappeared, cut off without warning.
Wow... they actually cliffhung that like a damn season finale.
I quickly helped Kon to his feet and jumped onto his back.
He tried to run again, but the beast was faster.
[Give up, Jericho Amael. Just give in. Cross over already...]
A twisted, monstrous voice echoed through our minds, rumbling through the dreamscape.
Its grotesque hands snatched us both up at once.
“I—I don’t wanna die!!”
“I haven’t even mated yet! I CAN’T DIE BEFORE I’VE MATED!!”
Even now, Kon’s tragic scream had me snorting with laughter.
“Wait… Kon. Are you a virgin?”
All that talk about ten mares a day…
About how real stallions only do it once and move on…
All. Total. Lies.
He didn’t even try to deny it.
Before I could blink, Kon was swallowed whole.
And the same happened to me.
The overwhelming flood of painful memories and negative emotions slammed into my mind like a tidal wave.
I struggled. I fought.
But it was no use.
This is it, I thought.
So this is how it ends.
Maybe I’d get reincarnated back in Korea?
My old body probably burned to ash.
Maybe I’d be reborn as someone new?
Please. If I get another shot—
Let me be the youngest son of some chaebol family or something.
I drifted into unconsciousness—my thoughts stupid and pointless.
And the very last thing I heard before everything faded was—
“[Amael!!]”
Asmodeus, screaming my name.
And then—
“Let him GO!!”
A voice that shook the entire mental world.
Kanya.
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