Waiting For Your Reincarnation Chapter 63

When Yeon-young saw the Sly’s powder glowing brightly, she had an idea.

 

She could use the power of the powder to her advantage.

 

Anything that touched the powder would return to its original state.

 

Jaeho’s body had returned to its original form.

 

If that was the case, wouldn’t it be possible to return the snarl to its original state as well?

 

But it’s also a risk.

 

It was important to note that the person who gave him the vial was none other than Jung Jaeho.

 

If he pulled a prank like in the Divine case, he would be caught dead.

 

Yeon-young stared at the vial and remained silent.

 

Lost in thought, Yeon-young unscrewed the cap and held it out to the woman.

 

It wouldn’t be bad if she made a mistake and turned out to be cunning.

 

“Try this. It’s a drink made of Sly’s powder.”

 

“Sly’s powder? I don’t think you can get that now.”

 

The woman stepped closer to the cage, but seemed suspicious of Yeon-young as she poured herself a glass.

 

Her eyes were filled with fear. Her hands gripped the bars with strength.

 

“What branch are you from? I’m the youngest member of the 1st Special Team.”

 

“Branch 4.”

 

“You have fire powers, right? The head of Branch 1 is Saeri, and there’s Veronica in town…”

 

Yeon-young tried to remember all kinds of information about Branch 1 to calm the woman down.

 

But it didn’t sound like her, so her words came out as gibberish.

 

The woman looked at Yeon-young calmly and reached over the bar.

 

“I’ll have a drink, please.”

 

“Really?”

 

Yeon-young handed the woman a glass bottle and sipped the liquid very slowly.

 

As she watched, Yeon-young clasped her hands and prayed.

 

‘Please God, I pray that the mad scientist has delivered the right tools.’

 

She was halfway through when she heard a loud bang outside.

 

The woman dropped the vial to the ground and pushed Yeon-young back at the same time. It was probably a signal to run.

 

Yeon-young lost her balance and fell to the floor.

 

BANG!

 

A bright light leaked through the crack in the door for a moment, then it was dark again.

 

The piercing sound of steel in her ears was chilling.

 

Before she had a chance to run for cover, the lights inside the building came on brightly.

 

She peered inside, frowning at the bright light that stung her eyes.

 

“Crazy.”

 

Narrow cages lined the perimeter of the rectangle, and inside each cage, one by one, the phantoms were being held.

 

There were more Slys lying haphazardly on the floor than she’d expected.

 

There was only one way out, and in front of it stood a man in a black robe.

 

It was the same man she recognized from her memories of the man who had been snuffed.

 

He was cloaked in black, so it was impossible to make out exactly who he was.

 

“He’s obviously tied up, so why is he running around?”

 

The man wasn’t as imposing as Ryu Won, but he had an air of intimidation about him.

 

Still, Slys blocked the man’s path to protect Yeon-young.

 

“Interesting. Sly said you were friendly, so it’s true?”

 

The man muttered to himself as he kicked and trampled Slys in his path.

 

It was clear that he already knew who Yeon-young was.

 

Her breath got heavier with every step he took towards her.

 

Yeon-young picked up the fallen glass bottle and stood up.

 

Even though he wore a mask, she could instinctively feel his gaze on her.

 

She squeezed the bottle tightly and swallowed the liquid. Better to get rid of it before it could be used against her.

 

She threw the bottle to the ground, shattering it.

 

“Why are you doing this to me?”

 

“I can’t believe I’m shutting down a project because of one little soul.”

 

Yeon-Young swallowed dryly.

 

The information was still too fragmentary to determine the man’s identity.

 

Feeling threatened by him, the Slys had gone into a frenzy.

 

One by one, they rushed at the man like moths to a flame.

 

“Ha, this is why I don’t like living things.”

 

The man raised his hands in the air and clenched them into fists. All the ghosts in the building lost their strength and fell to the ground.

 

“The spirit world?”

 

The spirits seemed to be conscious, judging by the intermittent shaking of their bodies, but they groaned in pain, clutching their heads as if they had headaches.

 

“They’re fine.”

 

He murmured in a weak voice.

 

Yeon-young was puzzled, but didn’t show it, and quickly focused on reading the man’s core.

 

His core was all the way around his right ankle.

 

Strangely, it was covered in black energy over a purple aura. It was like the soul of a long lost lover.

 

Tapping her thigh with his index finger, the man threw what looked like a water balloon at Yeon-young.

 

The liquid inside burst and the slime bound her hands again.

 

“Shit.”

 

“Shh, this is what you get for being so curious.”

 

He picked up Yeon-young’s bound hands and walked out of the room.

 

When he opened the door, the first thing she saw was a straight hallway.

 

Yeon-young struggled with her whole body to get out of his arms.

 

‘I feel sick.’

 

As time passed, Sly’s powdered liquid was regurgitated in her stomach.

 

Yeon-young stopped struggling and let her whole body relax. There was no point in struggling in this situation.

 

It was then that she noticed the scar on the man’s neck under his chocolate hair.

 

He had been stabbed several times with a needle.

 

Strangely, the center of the wound was stained black, as if paint had been smeared over it.

 

It looked familiar.

 

‘I have seen this before. I’ve seen this before.’

 

Her stomach sank a little.

 

But then her hearing became acute. She could hear loud screams here and there.

 

As she tried to ignore the screams, she heard a man muttering, and a memory of a man unfolded before her eyes.

 

* * *

 

A man was intensely studying something in a small laboratory.

 

He poured a black liquid into a glass beaker and recorded the reaction of the experiment.

 

A broad smile spread across the man’s face.

 

An older man in a white coat entered the room and examined the man.

 

The old man’s stomach was stained with black energy.

 

The man handed over the experimental record file and was satisfied.

 

“Master, just wait a bit, now with this, Master, you don’t have to be destroyed…”

 

“Stop.”

 

“What?”

 

“Stop the experiment right now.”

 

“You’re abandoning me?”

 

“Do you really think it’s right to sacrifice others, you ugly bastard?”

 

His mentor resolutely threw all the experimental materials into the trash can.

 

Left alone, he slid against the wall.

 

“Master, is it wrong that I just want to be with you?”

 

A black aura radiated from his toes.

 

The man’s helplessness, anger and loneliness rubbed off on Yeon-young.

 

The memory stopped there.

 

She remembered the words of the teacher.

 

“Anything done at the expense of others is not right.”

 

“Oh no, you read my memory.”

 

“Your master was concerned about this situation.”

 

“It doesn’t matter now.”

 

Yeon-young fixed her gaze on the man’s black spots.

 

He stopped in front of a door at the end of the straight corridor.

 

“Everyone treats a Snarl like a cockroach. Why don’t they know? There’s a difference between a Phantom and a Snarl.”

 

She didn’t quite understand his sudden question.

 

He chuckled, a bark of laughter that sent shivers down her spine.

 

“Is it so wrong for me to reassemble such a narrow-minded world?”

 

“I’m saying it’s not right.”

 

The eyes behind the mask met Yeon-young’s steady gaze.

 

The man pulled out a key and opened the door.

 

“Yes, so you’re the saboteur.”

 

He threw Yeon-young through the door.

 

Her shoulder hit the floor, but the man didn’t seem to mind.

 

He scratched his neck with his hand. That was where the scar remained.

 

Yeon-young remembered the black spot she’d seen earlier. She bit down on it and thought to herself.

 

“Consider it an honor. A glorious sacrifice.”

 

At that moment, a voice came to her.

 

“It’s a scar of glory.”

 

Yeon-young collected her thoughts.

 

The cozy chocolate hair.

 

The raw, dark spot at the base of his neck.

 

And the scar of glory.

 

“Mr. Lee Daeheon.”

 

Yeon-young let her conclusion slip out of her mouth.

 

Her eyes were wide with shock.

 

At the conviction in Yeon-young’s voice, the man stopped and turned around.

 

He leaned his arm lightly against the door and slowly removed his black mask.

 

In front of her stood Lee Daeheon, the head of the center’s emergency team, with a gentle smile.