Chapter 83: This world can finally be mine (1/2)

She scrutinizes the water in the large pot with her dark eyes and a dark smile on her lips. In the water, a clear image of Fang Aisa and a young boy is seen. She waves her hand and the image change. It's Sung Jun, desperately trying to tear down the blank space between the dimensions. He is trying to reach Fang Aisa before it's too late.

Namgoong Ok, the same ancient ghost who have met Fang Aisa at the party, observes that his master is in good mood. He recalls Fang Aisa and compares her with his master. They look a lot alike, but his master is a lot more dangerous and colder than Fang Aisa.

”I have finally sent him back.” With another wave of her pale hand, the image completely disappears in the water. Her attendants bow down and take the water pot away. Xia Fengnian, also known as Dabria in the other world, lays herself down on the couch.

”The Sung legacy has ended.” Xia Fengnian begins counting on her finger. ”Fang Aisa has gone to hell like my lord has said that she would. I am free from more than a hundred years old curse. I am free. There is no one to oppose me.”

She clenches her fingers and glances at Namgoong Ok with satisfaction.

”This world can finally be mine.”

Namgoong Ok bows down his head. He is just a trapped ghost. He can't go against her wishes. He can only pray that someone can stop her before she brings chaos to this world.

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Sung Jun gazes at the wall. The people around him stare at his back. There are four people in the waiting room. If one more person appears, the door to the next circle will appear. However, Sung Jun doesn't have patience. He knows that this door can be opened. He refuses to listen to other contestants.

”I have to see her.” He rubs his eyes. He didn't want to use that, but there is no more option left now. Seeing his wife is the first priority. He closes his eyes and chants quietly. A giant black scythe appears in his hand. It has a sinister red radiance. The rank 7 scythe is one of the seven scythes of the god of death. It can whack anything except the primordial gods.

Sung Jun has managed to get the most of the contract when he made a deal with death itself.

”I hope that you can keep your reputation.” Sung Jun glances at the scythe with disinterest. ”I don't like fancy names. But, you are mine now. So, your new name is Sci. Suits you, right?”