Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Chapter 59
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Constellation Gallery EP.58
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Pimook had vanished.
But my heart had stopped beating long ago, and my blood had already turned into the signature ghoul slime.
My nervous system was paralyzed, and my senses were a blur.
‘But why is my mind...’
I hadn’t expected the Spirit of the Constellation to hold out like this.
Because that wasn’t what I had put my faith in.
“Uncle!”
Tulip’s voice rang out sharply.
She rushed over in a panic, hurriedly preparing something.
A syringe.
Transparent medicine.
Through my hazy vision, I could see her hands trembling.
“Did you disband the party... for this?”
I couldn’t answer her question. My mouth wouldn’t move.
To be precise, it felt like only a “Graaa” would come out, so I didn’t even try.
But Tulip already knew the answer.
She quickly pieced together why I had done this.
And why it had even been possible.
“You believed I could fix you, right? You trusted me and made this choice...”
Tulip was right.
The gamble I’d taken wasn’t on the Spirit of the Constellation, but on Lee Tulip.
She had told me before.
‘If you get stabbed by this, you turn into a ghoul.’
That was information not in any description.
Yet she’d figured it out at a glance—which meant it was a disease or poison within her ability to analyze.
If she could analyze the plague’s vector, she could surely cure it too.
On that one certainty, I’d bet my life.
And to let her inject me, I’d disbanded the party.
Tulip’s Hand of Holy Light might not dispel the abnormal status.
It was a calculated move, accounting for the issue where healing could be treated as an “attack” in party mode.
Pfsh!
The needle pierced my skin.
Cold medicine flowed into my veins.
And then the pain surged.
Finally—proof that I was alive.
“Graaaaaah—!”
“Hold on... endure it... please...”
My heart began to beat again.
My blood started to circulate.
I curled the corner of my mouth slightly.
It was a tiny, almost imperceptible smile.
But Tulip noticed.
“Ha... you can’t just act first and tell me later like this? I was scared...”
Tulip lightly slapped my forearm.
Her eyes were already red.
Harin was the same.
“Juhan... what on earth were you thinking? What were you trying to do? What if it hadn’t disappeared...”
I knew the answer.
I just hadn’t wanted to say it, in case I couldn’t come back.
‘Thanks to the Constellation Gallery.’
I knew its setting: it vanished only on my death.
And that ghouls counted as corpses.
All of it straight from their chatter.
Still, I’d been a little worried.
They didn’t always spill the full facts.
But there was no other way.
Die like this or die like that.
I’d judged this path had the higher chance of survival, so I chose it and acted.
I had to die?
If I didn’t want to die, then I had to kill Pimook myself.
That only held if you took a narrow view of “death.”
This game had holes.
So I just ripped one wide open and slipped through.
“This time, I figured I had to become a monster to catch one. I was gonna fight as a ghoul, but didn’t expect it to just vanish. Did you guys take it down?”
Tulip and Harin shook their heads.
“No... I don’t know why it disappeared...”
Of course you don’t.
Because it vanished because of me.
Last time too. This time too.
Because I protected you.
“More importantly, Uncle, are you okay...? Everything back to normal, right...? No pain anywhere...?”
“Yeah. Thanks to you.”
I wanted to tell the ones still watching me from above.
I had transcended death.
So don’t ever think you can block me with death again.
Meanwhile, the Constellation Gallery was already in an uproar.
The constellations’ reactions weren’t bad.
No—they were good.
‘Of course, some are pissed.’
But was that all?
I averted my gaze for a moment.
A strange emptiness welled up from deep in my chest.
‘Pimook... if I’d contracted... would’ve caught it easier...’
The thought crossed my mind.
Heart-stopping combat power.
Ridiculous regeneration.
I’d nearly died just moments ago.
If I’d made the contract, maybe I could’ve overwhelmed Pimook from start to finish.
No need for this throat-choking self-fight.
‘...Am I being too stubborn?’
No. I shook my head.
Not time to decide yet.
I sign contracts not to “survive,” but when I can think beyond mere survival.
Pimook’s gone, the Gallery’s hyped, and now I’m finally ready for the next step.
‘Still, maybe review the contracts soon.’
But first, check the skill I just got.
What kind of skill is it?
A reward for the survivor.
For me—who took on the ghoul’s curse and still returned human in the end.
Shadow Play (陰影遊戱)
Shifts to non-living state. For 30 seconds, excluded from all biological detection and targeting. Dematerializes to ignore attacks and damage. While active, cannot interact with the living. Type: Active
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