Waiting For Your Reincarnation Chapter 118

Not only did Snarl return to the same form as the spirits in the fields, but he also regained his light.

 

The spirit was no longer Snarl.

 

Saeri quickened her steps and pushed the spirit that had been Snarl aside. She covered her mouth with one hand.

 

The field was littered with the familiar shards of souls that Saeri had knocked away.

 

“…No way. A fragment of Iris?”

 

She reached out her palm and retrieved the remaining fragments. Like fine sand, the shattered pieces gathered in the air and settled in her hand.

 

Saeri opened her palm, and within it was a pale pink aura of a soul, smaller than a fingernail.

 

She couldn’t doubt it.

 

It was definitely Yeon-young’s soul.

 

Her fragments had called and purified the souls. Saeri brought her hand to her ear as if to repeat something.

 

“This is something…. wrong.”

 

Her muffled voice echoed across the field.

 

Saeri’s memories flashed through her mind as fast as she was disappearing. Yeon-young felt dizzy, but she held on tight.

 

This might be the last time she would ever see her memories.

 

Before she knew it, the memories came to a close.

 

Saeri was in a field with the white slys. She reached out and absorbed their light, clenching and unclenching her palms as if savoring their energy.

 

“Is this the last piece we can find?”

 

“Ming!”

 

Saeri looked at the pillars in the field. It was beautiful, strange, and magnificent. She approached the pillar. White slys surrounded it.

 

Saeri stroked its surface wordlessly, then raised her head and opened her palm.

 

On her palm, a light pink soul core clustered into a sphere. It was definitely larger than the one she had seen before.

 

“Is it small?”

 

“Ming!”

 

“Well…, it’s just luck from here. If it comes back…”

 

“Ming?”

 

“I just need to make sure it’s right.”

 

Saeri muttered lowly. She slid Yeon-young’s core into the pillar, and despite her fears that it would flutter like a flower petal, it settled nicely into the pillar. The core moved from the pillar to the wires, moving further and further away.

 

Saeri watched until the light pink glow became a dot.

 

Saeri turned around to look at the now-disappearing core. Suddenly, her eyes were filled with the fields of Tanato.

 

The vastness of the vast sea of green, the glittering light of the spirits dotting the landscape, and the warmth of Tanato’s bay that enveloped it.

 

This was the perfect world Saeri had dreamed of.

 

This quiet, barren space had been changed by a single soul.

 

Saeri cupped her hands around her ears.

 

“I regret it? Did I…?”

 

Saeri could no longer speak. She just stood in the field and stared at the slys.

 

The view of the vast field slowly faded away.

 

“Huh…”

 

With a sigh, another memory shifted. The memories rushed in like a storm.

 

Saeri took off her uniform coat and walked into the chairman’s office.

 

With a sharp intake of breath, she undid the last couple of buttons that fastened it up to her neck.

 

Black spots had formed under her chin. It meant that the Snarl was once again devouring Tanato.

 

Saeri leaned back in her chair and stared out the window. Tanato was sinking, but the blue sky was still clear. Saeri pulled off her t-shirt and looked at her arms, which had long since lost their clear skin.

 

“Am I watching? Is this right? Is this right?”

 

Just then, another black spot appeared on her wrist. Saeri’s brows narrowed. She took a calming breath.

 

“It was at the Center. I can’t believe I waited to see this.”

 

Saeri teleported away in a flash. She landed in an underground laboratory. Saeri didn’t seem all that surprised. She scanned the room like a gourmet evaluating food.

 

“Chairman.”

 

Saeri turned around at the voice calling her name. She saw an old man crouched on the cold lab floor, clutching his stomach.

 

He exhaled raggedly and stared at Saeri. For some reason, the old man was becoming a snarl. 

 

The progression of snarlization was beyond severe, and it was difficult to reverse.

 

“…How did you end up like that?”

 

“I was killed by an experimental snarl.”

 

“Looks like you fell into the pit you dug.”

 

“Yeah, whoops…, that’s what happened….”

 

“What do you want me to do?”

 

Saeri walked up to the old man and squatted down in front of him, his eyes widening slightly as if he had heard something puzzling.

 

His eyes met Saeri’s in the air. Still, the old man’s eyes didn’t seem to understand Saeri’s intentions.

 

“It’s strange, Chairman, that you would ask me all that.”

 

“Waiting and killing both seem wrong to me, which is why I’m asking you, Snarl. What do you think I should do?”

 

“I think…”

 

The old man trailed off at her question, his stomach clenching even tighter. Even in the brief moment of his deliberation, his form turned black.

 

After a long moment of deep consideration, the old man slowly lifted his chin, shook his head from side to side, and continued.

 

“I’ve tried many experiments, but there is no way to return the Snarl to its original form under the current circumstances.”

 

“So?”

 

“I need you to annihilate me.”

 

“…So there’s no way, is that your conclusion after becoming a Snarl?”

 

“Yes.”

 

The old man answered Saeri’s question firmly. She nodded in understanding. After staring at him for a moment, Saeri suddenly asked a question.

 

“…Aren’t you afraid?”

 

“I am afraid.”

 

The old man answered honestly without hesitation. Saeri’s fingertips trembled slightly after hearing his answer. Her golden eyes followed the old man’s eyes intently, as if she were trying to figure out the meaning behind his words.

 

“And yet, you ask me to extinguish you?”

 

“Because I don’t want my beloved apprentice to be ruined because of me.”

 

“Love…”

 

“Then it’s for the best, because I can’t, uh, drag you into worse evil.”

 

The man smiled a roguish smile. Saeri caught that smile in her eyes and reached up to his chest. Several thin spears stretched out from her hand. The cool, pointed tips pierced deep into the man’s chest.

 

As the spears dug into his chest, his soul shredded like a piece of paper. Saeri pondered as she watched the pieces of his soul float away like dust in the air.

 

The sight of the soul slipping through her grasp as easily as sand was enough to remind her of someone.

 

Boom!

 

Just then, the door to the lab opened and a harp sound echoed out. Saeri turned around with her hands outstretched in the air.

 

A man in a white coat stood where the sound had come from. It was none other than Lee Daeheon.

 

His gaze was fixed on the soul fragments scattering in the air and disappearing.

 

“…Master?”

 

Daeheon’s voice trembled harshly. Only now did he seem to recognize the situation and walked toward Saeri with shaky steps. The laboratory was filled with the sound of shattered glass clinking together.

 

The black aura had dissipated, and the old man’s spirit had vanished without a trace.

 

Daeheon could only watch helplessly.

 

“Master!”

 

He called out to the old man, his voice a mixture of shrill and harsh. Saeri watched in silence as Daeheon collapsed.

 

Her lips pursed, the corners of her eyes trembled slightly. Daeheon stepped closer to Saeri with bloodshot eyes.

 

He grabbed her shoulders roughly with both hands. Saeri still kept her arms crossed. Her eyes were arrogant and regal at the same time.

 

“Let go of me.”

 

“Why did you do that?”

 

“Your master asked me to.”

 

“Did you have to extinguish it?”

 

“Because that’s how this world works.”

 

“I could have saved him, I just found a way… with those pills…!”

 

Daeheon ranted, pointing at the broken glass. The longer she remained silent, the more his anger slowly escalated.

 

Saeri didn’t react, only frowning slightly. Daeheon’s hand slid from her shoulder to her arm, then down her arm to her wrist.

 

He choked back a sob and hit his head hard with his fist. Saeri reached out, watching his hair turn gray from the damage.

 

“Snarl…”

 

Saeri muttered to herself as she watched Daeheon. Daeheon’s core, roaring in front of her, began to slowly turn black, like paint spreading on water.

 

Saeri took a few steps back from him in disbelief. But as the distance increased, her vision became clearer.

 

A soul that wasn’t Snarl.

 

A soul that was not colored by Snarl was being destroyed by its own will.

 

Daeheon Lee was becoming Snarl.

 

“Iris.”

 

She brought her hands to her ears as if to check something, and heard a clear voice call out to her.

 

Anyone could be a Snarl.

 

The painful realization stopped Saeri in her tracks.