Sing-Shong

「 For the first time since the fall began, Kim Dokja slept comfortably. 」

Yoo Joonghyuk was afraid of something for the first time.
The Kim Dokja of this life might only appear in this life.

I was a reader, not a writer, and Yoo Joonghyuk was a regressor sunfish.

The world he spent all of his life to establish was now killing him.

It was a very low voice, like the whisper of a reaper. “I will tell you about your ‘death.'”

Everyone called Kim Dokja by different nicknames. In fact, when the dokkaebi had named the strongest incarnation, people thought of different nicknames.

King of a Kingless World.

The lonely Messiah.

The Ugliest King…

The words were different but the direction they converged was all the same. The strongest person in Seoul Dome was Kim Dokja and Kim Dokja died for Seoul.

“Dokja hyung isn’t dead.”

Finally, Lee Jihye screamed, “…Where did Master go?”

“…”

“Master can save Ahjussi! Where is Seolhwa unni?”

However, Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t here to hear the blame. Eventually, Lee Jihye also started crying. “Ahjussi…”

They had to admit it, even if they didn’t want to. Kim Dokja was dead and he wouldn’t resurrect again.

"Are you referring to that ugly ahjussi?"

"…"

"Oppa looks happy when talking about that ahjussi."

Yoo Joonghyuk was embarrassed when he saw his smiling sister and he replied sharply. "You are mistaken."

"Is that so?"