73 – EP.4 The Melancholy of Nibir, Level 2 God of Dimension Management-4

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After passing through the gap, the familiar streets of Korea unfolded.

Seeing the acrid smell of smoke and the trees lining the street, Lee Mi-na realized that she was out of that hell.

Seeing things that she would never feel again, feeling them with her skin, and hearing them with her ears, she fell into sentimentality for a moment.

10 seconds like that. Imina gave her a hard slap on the cheek.

match! There was a loud noise, and passers-by looked at her strangely.

“What are you resting for doing well?”

She muttered quietly, as if to herself.

“I don’t deserve a break.”

Looking at the small notification window that appeared in front of her eyes, she walked somewhere.

The notification window with ‘Level 4’ written on it disappeared with a flick of her hand.

Imina walked as if the destination had been decided, but there were no clues.

She just followed her intuition, precisely in the direction her shadow extended.

If anyone had observed her intently, they would have noticed at once that the shadows swaying beneath her feet looked strange.

Mina walked along the street as if she were walking on her familiar commute to work.

From a busy downtown area to a residential area where people are suitable.

When I squeezed in between the places where the buildings were densely packed, a building with a backwater appeared.

Without hesitation, she entered the basement of the building.

– Tung

Her slender hand knocked on the iron door blocking her way.

A dull metallic sound echoed down the stairs.

“Um… can I do this?”

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and stretched out her hand.

The shadows wriggling under her feet stretched out like a spider’s web, engulfing the shaded areas of the building.

Like a food fighter pushing food down his throat, the shadow fluctuated and gradually increased in size.

The shadow stopped expanding when it reached four times the size of its owner’s body.

Taking the shape of a giant hand, it emerged from Mina’s back and gripped the iron door.

– Kkeudeudeuk

With the sound of metal bending, the hinge flew off.

The screw that supported the hinge protruded and headed for Mina’s eye, but a shadow snatched it in front of her eyes.

The shadow that broke the door did not carelessly throw away the thick iron.

I don’t know if it reflects the neat personality of the owner, but the shadow swallowed even that.

Taking a peek at the empty space in the darkness, Mina moved on.

As the damp, unpleasant smell stung her nostrils, she instinctively frowned.

– Chizuzuzuzu

As I groped to turn on the light in the semi-basement, dozens of cockroaches moved from place to place in search of a dark place.

Seeing that scene, Mina was hesitant to move her feet for the first time.

“Can you get rid of the bugs too?”

When Mina spoke to the shadow that was right next to her, the shadow stretched out something like a thorn in all directions like a porcupine.

The extended shadows spread to every corner, and Mina guessed that the shadows had killed the wheel.

“Ah… don’t absorb it.”

Recalling that she swallowed the iron door intact, Mina cautioned her.

The shadow trembled a few times as if it was sad that the meal was interrupted. Of course, Mina didn’t mind that.

Her foot, which had been stopped by cockroaches, was taken off again.

The stench intensified with each step she took, but she slowly walked around the house and came to the room where she assumed the source of the stench.

– Kiki-Ik

When the door was opened, there were already rotting corpses of a woman and a man.

The man was tightly bound, and the woman sat at his feet.

The man’s face was unfamiliar. However, Mina was able to roughly guess who was inside that body.

The woman killed the man with a knife and seemed to have taken her own life.

“He didn’t die gracefully.”

If it’s suicide, don’t you cut your wrist?

Looking at the knife marks all over her body as if she was harming herself, she murmured.

Mina carefully searched for the woman’s arms.

I was expecting something that could be a clue to this horror, but I didn’t get a particularly dramatic clue.

just a wallet

Looking at the ID she took out of her wallet, Mina recited the name of the dead woman.

“This… Hyejeong?”

It was the name of the woman who was the first to kill the man she loved.

“How many times have I killed Mr. Inho?”

These were the words she uttered abruptly as she looked around at the horrors that had taken place in the semi-basement.

It was a bit odd to announce the beginning of Imina’s long and long journey.