This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

“Mom, I’m cold! I don’t want to go in!”

Jim shouts.

Amy is crying.

But Peter and Anna keep holding onto their hands, not letting go.

“If you don’t go in, it’ll only hurt more. You don’t want to feel more pain, do you?”

“Let’s go in, Jim. Amy. If we go in, we won’t feel any pain anymore.”

The couple hugs their sobbing children tightly.

Then, gently patting the children’s backs, they slowly begin to walk into the river.

“It’s okay. You won’t feel any more pain. It’s okay.”

Slowly.

The water starts to engulf their bodies.

At that sight, I instinctively started running toward them, only to stop, frozen in place, as though a nail had been driven into the ground.

Unleashing the Demon King’s power and turning the world into hell?

That’s the worst.

My beloved women being destroyed because of my power?@@novelbin@@

That’s terrifying.

But above all else, what truly scared me the most was burning forever in hell.

Using my power meant I would go to hell.

And I didn’t want to go to hell.

I just wanted to stay quietly and find a black magician or demon follower to quietly have my soul destroyed, and end it all.

I wanted to go back to Korea.

What about that family?

They only handed me a few pieces of black bread, right?

I’m grateful, but going to hell to save them doesn’t make sense, no matter how I think about it.

So, I have to leave.