A Terminal Healer Needs an Obsessive Maniac

As the grip on his hair tightened, Ryu Seoha’s mouth opened reflexively from the pressure. His ghostly form was slightly blurred, reducing his sensitivity, but not eliminating it entirely. He could still feel the pain, just dulled.

Because he had set his form to allow for minimal physical interactions, external stimuli were still vividly felt. In a reflexive move to avoid more pain, Ryu Seoha wrapped his arms around Choi Kanghu’s thick torso, as if silently begging him to stop.

“...Trying to seduce me, are you?”

Choi Kanghu, irritated like a beast, shook off Ryu Seoha’s embrace and pushed him roughly to the ground, baring his teeth in a snarl. With one swift motion, he pinned Ryu Seoha’s arms to the ground and pressed a sharp black stone against his hand.

Seeing that Ryu Seoha didn’t scream despite the stone digging into his hand, Choi Kanghu’s eyes narrowed. It was clear Ryu Seoha felt pain, his ethereal body writhing slightly in distress, yet no sound came from him.

‘He reacted sensitively to my touch... but he hasn’t absorbed the Dimension Core yet. Why?’

Despite the searing pain in his hand, Ryu Seoha was desperately trying to figure out why the young Choi Kanghu was being so overly cautious. Then, it hit him: Choi Kanghu had encountered a mental monster earlier that day—the F-rank illusionary monster, Honmongsaek-gwi.

It was a weak, parasitic creature that couldn’t fully take human form but lured its prey with illusions to drain their energy. Although Choi Kanghu had defeated it easily, the experience would make him naturally suspicious of anything with a similar appearance.@@novelbin@@