Six years.

It’s been six years since I got trapped inside a game world.

Logged in through some abnormal glitch, possessing the body of the “Final Boss Monster.”

Every player unloaded their attack skills on me, trying to kill the boss that I was.

Burned, pierced, torn, slashed, festering…

Six years of that agonizing experience.

But it was fine.

As long as dying meant I could log out.

‘That’s how it was supposed to be…’

“How hard must it have been. Six years.”

“…”

“How much pain you must have been in…”

A mysterious man appeared out of nowhere and kept holding me back.

“Shh, just stay like this for a moment. Good girl. You’ll feel better soon.”

He came to the demon castle and dragged me outside its walls, then…

“Do you prefer restraint?”

“That’s difficult… I’m kind of a shameless type by nature…”

“Still, I’ll try. If modesty suits your taste more.”

As if flirting were as natural as breathing, that wasn’t even enough for him…

“Rowoon-ah. Open your mouth.”

He sees straight through my body and tries to bring me to my knees.

A priest who’s nonetheless depraved,

A man whose level is low yet who wields inexplicable power.

Just who on earth is this man?

“You’re the only thing I worry about. You, who wants to die.”

Why does he keep trying to stop my death?