Waiting For Your Reincarnation Chapter 123

Jaeho pressed one hand to his lips. He couldn’t believe he’d said her name out loud.

 

Very slowly, he lowered his hand. He looked unusually pale today.

 

“You’re alive?”

 

His icy, transparent eyes stared at Yeon-young and Ryu Won’s hands. 

 

Ryu Won must have noticed the gaze, because he smiled lazily and tightened his grip.

 

Jaeho furrowed his brow slightly at Ryu Won’s drug-like behavior.

 

“Jung Jaeho.”

 

Yeon-young called his name once more. Jaeho tilted his head and stared at her.

 

Something about him was a little strange. He was so different from his usual self.

 

He spoke less, and his mind seemed to be somewhere else. He still responded to Yeon-young’s voice, but not in a playful way, and there was an abyss behind his emerald eyes.

 

She wondered where Jaeho was submerged in the depths.

 

Yeon-young took a step toward Jaeho. The sight of his back reminded her why she had come here.

 

Yeon-young had come to the Northwest Fields to save the White sly, and Jaeho was here to take advantage of them.

 

“Jung Jaeho, stop right now.”

 

“You shouldn’t have let me find this place.”

 

Silence fell over the lightless field. The white slys were trapped inside a large bubble Jaeho had created.

 

They slammed their bodies against the surface of the drop, trying to escape, but it was no use. 

 

It looked flimsy, but it was as hard as steel.

 

As she watched Jaeho try to take the white slys away, Yeon-young was convinced.

 

The experiment wasn’t complete yet.

 

Yeon-young scanned her surroundings and took her chances. If Jaeho succeeded in taking the white slys, things would get worse. She had to stop him before that happened.

 

Turning his head to check the number of White slys, Jaeho let out a satisfied laugh. Raising the horde of White slys into the air, he cupped his ears.

 

‘The core is completely…’

 

Jaeho’s core had lost the pure, clear glow of his soul, and only the pus-like aura of Snarl remained around his earlobe.

 

A small portal rose above the dry grass. The black, endless hole reminded him of a black hole. 

 

Securing the slys, Jaeho leapt into it without hesitation.

 

WING-!

 

A fierce wind blew from behind him, sending him flying across the field. At the same time, the giant stream of water Jaeho had created disintegrated, sending the white slys into the air. The portal Jaeho had created closed, and Ryu Won gently let go of Yeon-young’s hand.

 

“Ah…”

 

Yeon-young groaned softly. Water dripped down over her head like a rain shower, no matter how large the droplets were.

 

She shook her head and stretched out her arms to receive the white slys. As the pale, warm aura permeated her body, she suddenly realized that she was shivering from the cold.

 

The white slys were drenched in Jaeho’s black energy.

 

Just in case, Yeon-young drew her power outward and gently touched the white slys She smiled in relief as she watched the black energy slowly fade away.

 

The black energy was mixed with Jaeho’s original light. Jaeho’s light was still there. It was just hidden from view by the greater darkness.

 

As she concentrated to catch the remaining light, the field disappeared before her eyes.

 

“Daeheon Lee?”

 

Instead, she saw Daeheon sitting in the center of the lab, cross-legged with a bored look on his face, staring into a transparent tube.

 

Sly and Phantom were both inside, indistinguishable. He pressed a button, and black water poured out of the coffin with a reddish glow. They struggled to free themselves from the coffin.

 

The souls were being torn apart, losing their form. When the coffin was finally empty, Daeheon sighed. His eyes showed no sign of guilt.

 

“Is this another failure?”

 

Daeheon pressed a black button and the lid of the coffin opened. A faint human figure could be seen through the thick smoke.

 

When the smoke cleared, a smile tugged at the corners of Daeheon’s mouth. Standing in the coffin was a phantom, his entire body painted black. He looked relaxed, his hands in his white robe.

 

He slowly approached the spirit standing over the coffin and placed his hand on the Snarl’s shoulder.

 

He removed his hand from the Snarl’s shoulder and one corner of his mouth quirked up.

 

“What is your name?”

 

“Zaita.”

 

The High Priest’s question was answered with a grim smile. Snarl’s face was numb, devoid of joy and sadness.

 

His smile deepened, and he continued to ask questions to probe Snarl’s mind.

 

“Who do you take orders from?”

 

“…….”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Negro.”

 

“Okay. So what is your job now?”

 

“…A coworker. Making allies.”

 

A widespread grin spread across Daeheon’s face as the spirit that had become a Snarl answered. Daeheon released him.

 

He placed the Snarl back into the coffin, turned around, and muttered something about being almost ready.

 

Yeon-young took a short breath and snapped out of her memories. She jerked her head up and looked around. On the field, Ryu Won and Jaeho were fighting.

 

For a split second, it was as if she’d read the memories tangled in her aura. She snapped back to reality and looked at the slys on the ground.

 

“What was that?”

 

Surely it was Jaeho’s emerald aura that Yeon-young had glimpsed in the Sly, but when she read his memory to confirm his intentions, she didn’t see his pale blue hair, only Daeheon’s form.

 

All Yeon-young saw was Daeheon’s memory.

 

Why was Jaeho’s aura reading Daeheon’s memories?

 

Her mind was dizzy with confusion.

 

Yeon-young shook off the last of the black energy from the sly and opened the emergency portal. Right now, she had to save what little life she could.

 

If she could get the sly to the center, she had faith that Zhaolin would take care of the rest.

 

BANG!

 

A loud bang made Yeon-young’s shoulders drop. Turning her head in the direction of the sound, she saw what had happened.

 

A huge barrier of water, seemingly piercing the sky, stood behind Jaeho’s back. The mere sight of it froze her in her tracks.

 

Ryu Won, however, was shoving his hands inside his coat, his face burdened.

 

With a wave of Jaeho’s hand, the stream of water moved fluidly across the sky, swallowing Ryu Won up in its fierce speed.

 

Ryu Won’s footsteps slowed. Clearly seeing the stream approaching, he didn’t move away from it. He simply pointed his sword in the air.

 

The torrent swallowed up the parched field like a downpour swallowing up the world. Yeon-young’s vision was completely blocked by the water.

 

The grass lost its life, the sly lost its light, and Ryu Won’s figure disappeared under the water.

 

Yeon-young stood in place, lost, surveying the situation. She called his name in a small voice.

 

“Mr. Ryu Won?”

 

“You’re looking for Han Ryu Won again.”

 

Yeon-young turned her head, startled by the familiar, chilly voice at the nape of her neck. Before she knew it, Jaeho’s back was to her.

 

Yeon-young took a step back. He couldn’t hide his disappointment at her cold demeanor.

 

His blue eyes, like an uninhabited sea, searched every inch of her body intently, sending shivers down her spine at the icy sensation of his gaze.

 

Eventually, his gaze settled on the nape of her neck. Jaeho’s brow furrowed in frustration.

 

He grabbed Yeon-young’s wrist and pulled her closer to him. Yeon-young’s gaze landed on his dark core.

 

Jaeho raised his hand in the air, but he couldn’t bring it to the nape of Yeon-young’s neck, instead clenching it into a fist. He stared down at her with a blank stare, but she could tell he was holding back a storm raging somewhere inside.

 

Yeon-young squinted, trying to hide her nervousness. Ryu Won had completely disappeared from view.

 

Then a clammy, cold hand wrapped around her neck.

 

“How can you afford to look anywhere else? I left the slys behind just to take a look at you.”

 

“You can’t keep your hands to yourself. If you can get away, you should. You’re a spy.”

 

Jaeho’s eyes narrowed to reveal all of his blue irises. Yeon-young didn’t bother to ask; he was a spy, and there was no point in facing him here again otherwise.

 

Jaeho looked disappointed in Yeon-young, but so did she. At the very least, Jung Jaeho shouldn’t have come here if he wanted to keep his trust with Yeon-young.

 

“Why, now that you know everything, do you regret saving me?”

 

“No, I just want to make sure.”

 

“What do you mean you want to check if you know everything… That’s right, I’m the spy.”

 

“Really?”

 

Yeon-young laughed easily, even when her life was threatened by Jaeho. She smiled softly and tugged Jaeho’s arm toward her.

 

Then she reached out with a hand full of her own energy and grabbed his earlobe, where his nucleus was. Jaeho stared dumbfounded and pulled his hand away from Yeon-young’s throat.

 

She smiled brightly and opened her mouth.

 

“I’m going to help you, Jung Jaeho. Stop this shit and get back to the center.”