I Became a Raid Boss

‘….’

I’m hungry.

Not that there’s any real hunger, though.@@novelbin@@

The faint memory, like dust that blows away with a light breath, was telling me that I was "hungry."

But even if I shoved something into my mouth, the hunger would subside for only a moment.

The relentless hunger always lingered, gnawing at my body as it circled around.

Maybe it would never disappear, not even when I die.

Others called this a curse, but for that entity, hunger was not a curse—it was a mark.

A brand burned into the bodies of those who committed unspeakable sins.

A punishment meant to confront them with their crimes, making them regret forever.

And so, that entity accepted the mark, for it was the greatest form of atonement a sinner could achieve.

‘….’

But, what if this sin could be washed away?

Then, perhaps, I could willingly surrender my body.

As that entity curled up, its eyes briefly flashed with a scene—one from another place.

A vibrant blue planet, pulsing with life, stood in stark contrast to the place it resided.

By car, by boat.

After hours of travel, we arrived at a quiet island.

Stepping off the boat, I took in a deep breath of the salty air mixed with the scent of fish, scanning my surroundings.

Whenever I stepped onto a new place, one of my old habits was to check for anything to hide behind, or any strategic advantage the terrain might offer.