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364 On Suhyeong entered the storage room, waving away the floating dust with his hand. The long-neglected storage smelled old and musty; the airborne dust tickled his throat. He sneezed loudly, sniffed, and called out, “Ijo, have you found it?” Digging through boxes, On Ijo stood up with excitement, grinning. “Father, do you remember this? I cried because I said this was a duck and not a chick.” “I remember. I searched all over the stores to find a chick, and in the end,…
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363 Reprieve: The act of postponing a set date or time for something, or such a period. Groo sighed heavily after searching the meaning of “reprieve” on her phone. The only reason she looked up the word was because of her uncle. He said that, as the head of the Gnosis, he had to pay for his crimes. Right now, he was in a period of reprieve before facing his punishment. Groo had overheard talk that, because On Ijo was classified as an extremely dangerous individual, a special…
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362 Ignoring the images boring into his mind, Yurian kept running, faster and faster. In his head, visions of the lofty tower and its master flickered ceaselessly, like subliminal messages slipping into his subconscious. Kabarun had shattered and melted into the snow, but with the last of his power, he tried to sway Yurian. A promise of power beyond anything humanity could offer. Kabarun’s urging to take his hand. But— “Shut up!” Yurian pushed himself to run even…
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361 When On Groo raised her teddy-bear paw, the snowflakes rose into the air all at once, as if they were alive. The snowflakes swirled and rushed towards each other, and soon a white blizzard swept through like a raging wave. On Joorim narrowed her brow, quietly watching the scene, then raised her arm to shield her face from the howling wind. At the edge of her vision, beyond her arm, the snow on the field was converging into a single point. A tremendous force began to move. For…
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360 Creak, creak, creak, creak— Cabalon stared rigidly ahead. A small tricycle was scraping its way across the snowfield toward him. And on it, clad in a conspicuous hot-pink teddy bear suit. Gru, dressed in a massive teddy costume, gripped the handlebars tightly, pedaling forward, step by determined step. On her shoulder clung only the little snow rabbit with its sprout on its head. Crunch, crunch. The quiet playground echoed with nothing but the sound of small wheels biting into…
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359 For a moment, he couldn't think at all. It felt as if his heart had stopped. His body responded before his mind—instinctively, he took a step, then another, forward. A person he’d thought he’d never see again. A name he’d called so often he couldn’t even remember for how long. He reached out to Chloe. But— Thud! A powerful shock struck his abdomen. Chloe had kicked On Ijo in the stomach as he approached her. Gru startled, both hands clamped over her…
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358 ‘Filial skill?’ Gru opened the status window. Now that she recalled, there had been a new filial skill unlocked when she’d registered five caregivers. Once during the skill’s activation period, you may lend strength to a caregiver! With the power of a dutiful daughter, the caregiver’s skill effect is enhanced by 100%! Pop—! Another goldfish burst. Chuen’s brow twisted; a thin trickle of blood slipped from the corner of her mouth. The plan had…
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357 "……" Joorim looked down at the impossibly small hand, then glanced past Gru at Bailach and Mephisto, standing protectively behind her. Normally, they could be a bother, but neither of them would ever put Gru in danger. Joorim wrapped both his hands around Gru's. Her small, soft hand was completely enveloped by his large ones. It was a hand so tiny and delicate that he had never dared grip it firmly, afraid it might get hurt. Just watching those fern-like hands wield chopsticks…
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356 Chapter: The First Father-Daughter Joint Operation? "On Ijo's soul is now asleep inside his body. That fellow called Cabalon has taken possession of him." Bailach recalled the last traces of Cabalon's presence he had sensed. "Beep." Mephisto, too, seemed to have sensed something, nodding in agreement. "Cabalon?" At Gru's question, Mephisto transformed into the form of a white child and answered gently. "Yes. The man you struck with the duck tongs." Gru pursed her lips in a…
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355 Daniella opened the car door before it even came to a full stop, bursting out in a rush of breath. Her heels clattered urgently against the ground, and her heart raced as she hurried toward the hospital entrance. Groo. Daniella waited anxiously for the elevator. Groo… Chloe’s daughter… What she'd just learned from On Joorim had left her shocked. The child he had adopted was On Ijo and Chloe’s daughter, and she was in deep distress—please, look after her, watch over…
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354 It felt as if too much time had passed. After Jin Siwon was taken into surgery, and Sergey and Gidan were moved to intensive care. The clock's hands kept turning, but to Groo, it felt as though time itself had stopped. The pale walls of the hospital pressed down with heavy silence. Groo sat in the corridor, quietly staring at the tips of her shoes. The red light above the surgery room door was still on. Though Jin Siwon had gone in a long while ago, no doctor had yet…
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353 Screee! Joorim set Groo down and charged straight at On Ijo. On Ijo activated Shea’s skill. As he moved his foot, On Ijo’s body shot forward with lightning speed. At the same time, Joorim reached out her hand. Boom! An invisible force blasted out from Joorim’s fingertips, erupting in a powerful explosion. The shock split the ground, and shattered debris rose into the air. Crack! The airborne debris all hurtled toward On Ijo in unison. Boards and rubble,…
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352 Joorim, having hurriedly escaped the snowy plain, stared in disbelief at the scene before her. Her child, beating a fully grown adult to a pulp—it was nothing short of shocking. A jumble of thoughts clouded Joorim’s mind as she stood amidst the crumbling remains of the dungeon, lost briefly in contemplation. Is my child this way because of my parenting? As Kabaron’s screams rang out and she hesitated, the tremors from the collapsing dungeon caused Groo and Bailach to stumble…
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351 At the sudden recollection of the tune she’d been humming, Joorim’s brow furrowed sharply. “…Tomato?” Why am I singing such a stupid song? Her head spun. A wave of nausea surged up from her gut. She couldn't hold it back any longer and doubled over. A mass of vomit, speckled with seeds, splattered across the snowy plain. “Hah…” Only then did her mind begin to clear a little. Staggering, Joorim got to her feet. Her whole body felt as heavy as if it were…
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350 Before the great door that led to the Cradle— Ensuring none could pass, Mephisto stood in the cold silence, hand tightly gripping the sword's hilt. A god must look after even the smallest of creatures. That, after much torment, was the decision he had made. Mephisto placed his hand on the door handle and drew a deep breath. Creeeaaak— The door opened. A chill wind swept out. A snowy field stretched beyond. Inside the carriage crossing the drawbridge toward the…
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349 Ding! What? On Groo rounded her mouth in shock. "Wi-Witch of Truth?" The woman, having been discovered, blinked in disbelief. "Oh my!" In that instant— The scene before her shifted in a heartbeat. As if the world had flipped over, the very air shuddered and changed. On Groo blinked. She found herself suddenly standing in a strange, unfamiliar space. There was a faint fragrance in the air. A moist, soft scent of moonlight, and the dust of ancient…
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348 Mephisto sat glumly atop a tree branch. Bailach's words echoed in his chest, that all of it—from beginning to end—had been his fault. "Peep…" (Perhaps he's right…) Just then, a carriage entered the castle grounds. It was a familiar carriage. "Peep?" (Is it that day already?) As if to confirm his suspicions, a child with white hair stepped down from the carriage. It was Mephisto of the past. Announcing she was going out for a walk, On Groo dashed in the…
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347 After being thoroughly washed and pampered by the maids who called themselves Nos, Shy, and Laila, On Groo felt dizzy from the endless stream of requests. "Witch, please raise both your hands high." "Witch, would you turn your head this way?" "Witch, could you lift just one arm this time?" "Witch…" "Witch…" Ugh! On Groo was led around by the ceaseless instructions, the title "Witch" echoing in her ears to the point of vexation. This went on for quite some…
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346 "…A little kid?" Bailach arched an eyebrow, scrutinizing the bear costume up and down. At his feet, On Groo stretched out her arms toward him. "I—I am the Witch of Truth—!" Trembling, sniffling, On Groo swung her arms desperately, trying to grab hold of the bear costume. To the right. "I—I am—" To the left. The soldiers, who moments before had been paralyzed with fear, now looked at On Groo and smiled as if nothing had happened. To the right again. "—a great…
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345 The departure for the contaminated zone was set for the following day. After dazzling everyone with her dexterous ointment-making, Groo accepted their applause and praise and retired to the room the lord had prepared for her. “Please rest well, Witch. If you need anything, just call.” —Thank you. As soon as the attendants left, Groo immediately changed clothes with her magic wand. She then arranged three cushions in a circle on the floor. Placing Mephisto and Bailach each…
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