A Terminal Healer Needs an Obsessive Maniac

Ryu Seoha had once seen an image on TV, depicting a computer network visualized as a complex spiderweb. It resembled the tangled neural networks of a brain. As she gazed at the ‘worlds’ before her, that image came to mind.

The small spheres, which looked like soap bubbles or glass beads, were connected by thin, translucent lines—almost like silk threads or piano wires. All of these lines extended toward a distant, unseen location.

“Piyu?”

As Ryu Seoha stared intently in the direction where these connections seemed to lead, Ruby, who had been floating alongside her with wings wrapped around her, tilted its head as if to ask why she was so focused.

“…Choi Kanghu will probably follow those lines.”

The black hole that had sucked Ryu Seoha and Ruby into this space had completely vanished, leaving no trace behind. Had they not been wearing the Robes of the Star, they likely wouldn’t have survived the speed at which they’d been pulled in.

If Choi Kanghu had followed her into this higher dimension, he too would have been swept up in the sensory storm that this place created, drifting to an unknown location. As soon as he regained his awareness, he would surely begin searching for her.@@novelbin@@

In this vast space that resembled the universe, the most conspicuous element was the translucent lines, and Choi Kanghu would likely try to approach the main core that governed all the ‘worlds’ under the Darkwing’s control.

They had discussed this in their strategy sessions—how the main core was akin to the brain’s central command, a fragment of the creator’s power. Even the higher beings had long forgotten how to control it.