Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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What was the very first flight of fancy I ever had in life?
None other than, 'What if I became invisible?'
An imagination anyone might entertain at least once.
I was no different.
'What would I do if I became invisible?'
My fantasies always branched into two main directions.
The first was peeking into a women's bathhouse.
Honestly, hasn't every guy in the world imagined it?
The thrill of sneaking a look and the electric rush that no one knows you're there.
From childhood on, I'd endlessly revel in this naughty little daydream all by myself.
And.
The second: robbing a bank.
This one was pure, primal greed.
Haven't you pictured it at least once?
As an invisible man slipping into a bank, you could watch the staff punch in the vault code.
Memorize it, sneak back under cover of midnight, and haul out every last bill.
No one can see you, so CCTV?
Not needed.
Crime tools?
Not needed.
Even if fingerprints or a stray hair got left behind and the cops closed in, your very existence is unseen—odds of getting caught? Zero.
'Back in the day, I had some pretty innocent fantasies.'
But.
Right now, standing before me, the almighty King Yama himself declared it 'not impossible.'
So how could my eyes not sparkle?
"No way—does taking this Heavenly Transformation Pill make me invisible for a whole day?"
"Invisible? It's way better than that."
I widened my eyes and took a step toward King Yama.
"B-better than becoming invisible?"
"Exactly."
How insanely powerful must the effect be to top invisibility?
Maybe in that state, I could phase right through walls if I willed it?
"Does it stack with the Heavenly Transformation Pill you gave me before?"
"Naturally. No side effects either."
Fuck.
Then if I pop both pills and go after the Gold Fairy's pussy—the one who's been making my life hell?
Perfect crime.
With power on my side too, total domination, and even if they cry heavenly law violation, zero proof it was me.
"So... what exactly does it do?"
I looked up at him with eyes brimming with anticipation, and suddenly King Yama let out a fake cough.
His gaze turned expectant as he slowly extended his hand.
"Ahem!"
"...?!"
The moment I saw that gesture, my face twisted in realization. I hurriedly handed over the Gold Fairy's sweat-absorbing clothes I'd prepared in advance.
"Here you go."
"Ahem! About time."
Does this creep jerk off sniffing the Gold Fairy's sweat?
Whatever. Doesn't matter.
Thanks to it, I'm scoring big from King Yama.
Plus.
I've got his weakness in my pocket for any rainy day.
Heavenly realm has no clue he's collecting clothes soaked in fairy sweat, right?
Even if I croak and end up in hell someday, I could cut a deal.
"Khuhum—"
In the meantime, King Yama lifted the sweat-absorbing clothes with the reverence of a pilgrim grasping the Holy Grail.
His face lit up with eager excitement.
Then, ever so slowly, he brought it to his nose and inhaled.
"Fuuuu—!!"
As he drew in a deep breath through his nose, it felt like a typhoon sucking the air right out of the room.
The fabric fluttered wildly from the powerful suction, trembling slightly.
Then, abruptly—
"Haaaa—!!"
He exhaled with a massive gust.
His hot breath billowed the hem like a flag, even tousling my bangs.
It wasn't mere breath—it was a moan of pure rapture.
"Haa...!"
King Yama shut his eyes in blissful ecstasy.
What the hell makes the Gold Fairy's sweat so divine that his face glows with unspeakable satisfaction?
Like inhaling celestial perfume or reliving a first love after millennia, tears of emotion glistened in his eyes.
Then, once more—
"Suuuuuuu—!!!"
Air rushed in fiercely again.
His nostrils flared wide, vacuuming the embedded scent with ferocious pull.
The clothes nearly got sucked into his nose, but he yanked them back with quick hands.
"This is it...!"
"...Yes?"
King Yama's eyes snapped open as he cried out in euphoric joy.
"This is... the Gold Fairy's sweat scent...!"
He shook the sweat-absorbing clothes in his grip, overcome with emotion.
Any onlooker would've sworn he was a gourmet savoring a legendary dish.
'Is this dude really King Yama?'
I stared in pity until reality hit, snapping my expression straight.
Then I bowed low in respectful poise.
"I worked hard to prepare it for you, King Yama."
"Huhu... I knew you were a keeper, but today seals it."
"Th-then, could you tell me what happens if I take this Heavenly Transformation Pill?"
"Spoiling it upfront kills the fun."
"...Yes?"
"You doubt me?"
"N-no, it's just... I figured I should know the effect..."
King Yama clutched the sweat-absorbing clothes to his chest like a treasure, fixed me with a steady gaze, and spoke.
"When you want to hide, or wipe your existence away even for a moment, take the Heavenly Transformation Pill I gave you. The effect will kick in right away."
With that, he flicked his hand, his robe billowing dramatically.
Before I could press for more on the pill, a massive wind roared to life.
Whooooosh—!!
His enormous frame lifted into the air, growing lighter by the second.
One hand still gripped the Gold Fairy's sweat-absorbing clothes tight.
And with that, he slowly vanished into the night sky.
'Come on, at least explain before you go!'
I let out a short sigh and eyed the pill resting in my palm.
Sure, King Yama's got pervy quirks and a smell fetish, but he's still the lord of the underworld.
Especially after I'd firsthand felt the ridiculous power of that last Heavenly Transformation Pill.
So.
I decided to trust it and call it good.
This pill's perfect for vanishing quietly on a dime or going full ghost mode.
Felt like I'd just pocketed another wicked ace up my sleeve.
Swish.
I tilted my head up.
Gazing at the now-empty night sky where his trace had faded, I called out loud.
"Next time, I'll bring clothes with an even thicker sweat scent!"
The next day.
Sunlight seeped through the window cracks, softly bathing the room, but I was still burrowed under the covers, rolling lazily on the bed.
Bzzz.
Bzzz.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed sharply in the quiet room.
I scowled, stretched out a hand with effort, and squinted at the screen through half-lidded eyes.
'What the hell, this early.'
I barely tapped to answer and pressed it to my ear.
"Hello?"
Even in the morning, Jin Hyeong-o sounded as calm and detached as ever.
"Han Haeseong, you up?"
Jin Hyeong-o's voice carried leisure, laced with a hint of intriguing news.
I ruffled my messy hair and mumbled back through bleary eyes.
"What's up at this hour?"
"I've set up a meet with Kim Sejin, the victim from Yoo Soeun's case."
His words jolted me wide awake in an instant.
I bolted upright, fully alert.
"What? You got an appointment with the victim?"
"Yeah. This Saturday work? If not, we can reschedule—"
"It works! Perfect!"
"Saturday it is, then. Where?"
"Somewhere Kim Sejin's comfortable. But... how'd you swing the meet?"
A light chuckle came through the line at my question.
"In Korea, ain't nothing money can't buy, right?"
From the victim's side, they'd hate dredging up the trauma.
So I'd wondered how he pulled it off...
Money, of course.
Hell, there's a saying for it: 'If money can't fix it, you just need more money.'
He laughed it off like a joke, but in this case, it rang true enough.
I sighed briefly and replied.
"See you this Saturday, then."
"Got it."
Click.
Even hearing the case details straight from victim Kim Sejin wouldn't reveal every angle, but I needed to meet him anyway.
I'd already swapped out the hot bath for wood, killing my last excuse to dodge Soeun-i—time was ticking.
♬♪♬
The doorbell chimed insistently.
I flinched and glanced at the door on reflex.
'Not Soeun-i, right?'
Hadn't even washed my face yet, but I trudged to the front door anyway.
I opened it to find Grandma Choi standing there, hands clasped behind her back.
Her eyes narrowed slyly, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.
A chill crept up my spine for no reason.
"What's up this early?"
"Come to the store in an hour."
"...Pardon?"
"Wash up spotless and throw on some clean clothes."
"What's going on?"
Grandma Choi kept her hands tucked away, curling her lips into a wicked grin.
"Heh heh, you'll see soon enough."