53《Nose To Nose With Death》

Shura leaned against a wall and drew a cigarette.

He could not stand upright without support from the wall.

He probably wouldn't be able to use his power nor the effect of the medicine would wear off until tomorrow.

He did not have any communication device such as a telephone with him. Maybe it should stay that way until tomorrow.

"Get out"

Despite this, Shura was still a demon, and she felt that there was someone following her from the very beginning.

The silhouette of a woman jumping from the high wall advanced towards him.

"Miss Star?" Shura looked at him and said, "Do we know?" said.

That woman who's always at auction and who's Hermes' assistant. Rabbit woman. Her nickname is Miss Star.

She chuckled sarcastically and said, "Sure, how can I not recognize someone I'm following every second of every moment?" she said.

Ah, so he was one of those who follow me all the time?

Aged against the wall and continuing to smoke my cigarette, I asked calmly, "What do you want?"

She chuckled. "Revenge," she whispered.

There was nothing I could do to him as he slowly approached me.

I was weak and not an infinitely powerful God.

I would make mistakes too.

I was defeated too.

In fact, my life is built on mistakes.

But I honestly didn't care. One day I would die too. Now, this fact of death was taken to a later date, to the present.

He smiled wildly.

"Drop dead!" I couldn't even stop him when he was making sudden movements towards me.

Just being able to watch his slow motion approaching me and not being able to stop that frustratingly slow motion...

It wasn't dying, but that was what it was for me.

Then behind me, "The Lord of the Great Hell has gone and caught the weakest of the Realm as if he had carefully chosen it, and was defeated by him!" What they would say bothered me.

When I took my last cigarette, I felt my body being pierced. He pierced my chest with his sharp nails, his hands were stuck in my chest, and he was gripping my beating heart.

I grimaced.

"You washed your hands, didn't you?" It wouldn't have happened if I didn't ask this question while I was out of breath.

If he came out of the bathroom forgetting to wash his hands, my cause of death would have been heartbroken before he killed me.

"What does it matter, after you die, you will be put in a coffin and go among the insects"

The thought of swimming with insects.

I...

I give up.

I regret.

I don't want to die, can we rewind?

I looked at the girl's face as she coughed up blood suddenly.

My vision is blurring.

I was seeing her face blurred.

"Shuraa!"

My eyes were closing when I heard a familiar voice.

I am very sleepy.

I want to sleep.

***

Yifan nervously looked at the person he was holding in his arms, and with trembling hands he took a medicine from his ring.

"Shura, don't sleep…" her voice trembled. He is afraid.

"Shura! You mustn't sleep!"

He gave Shura a drink as she placed the medicine on her pale lips. Even though more than half of the drug overflowed, even one drop was enough for the drug to take effect.

He looked at the frail body in his arm without blinking anxiously as his heart, shattered by the medicine, was healing again.

Finally, Shura's body was healed and her breathing stabilized. Yifan couldn't help but shed his tears as he relaxed.

After closing his eyes and calming himself, he left as soon as he carried Shura and said, "I'm going to the doctor."

On the other hand, Anastasia caught Yıldız, who was trying to escape, and asked "Where?" he had asked. "If I kidnap you, Ye Qin will eat me raw. Since I don't want such a thing, please calmly follow me to die," he spoke softly, but squeezing her neck, continued. The girl, whose neck was tightened, was struggling reflexively for the sake of living while breathing forcefully.

-To be continued-