Chapter 12

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That was the last thing Ajin heard. Coming out of the capsule, Ajin moved his tired feet and went to the refrigerator to drink water. Then he took off his clothes and went into the bathroom. Turning on the hot water, he saw his reflection in the mirror.

‘How many hours have I been doing this?’

He came out a few times in the middle, took a break, and slept for a while, but he only played the games for more than 30 minutes this time. Ajin saw himself in the mirror and there he saw his thin figure. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t. He placed his head into the pouring hot water. The hot water soaked the hair and warmed him up.

But, his body was already boiling.

“Fuckers…” He said with a low voice. Ajin changed the temperature of the water. The hot water quickly turned into cold water. As he kept his head down, Ajin clenched his fist.

He didn’t know that either. He thought about arguing with the management, but refused. The level of penalty made him concentrate more. Ajin set the alarm and went straight to bed and lay down.

Three more hours before the death penalty ends. Until then he decided to sleep. Ajin closed his eyes, and fell asleep immediately.

“Primrose must have done something useless.”

A man wearing a high-pointed hat broke into the space of Acacia, and was clinging unto his cane. Acacia eyed the uninvited guest, but did not rise up from the sofa where she sat. She opened her mouth looking at the man with thin glasses.

“Get lost, Chrysanthemum.”

“Oh, my. You must be very angry.”

Chrysanthemum smiled faintly as he lifted his gray hair. And then he moved his head to the side, and he cracked it! The fired current was brushed past his hair.

“I’m not very upset.”

Acacia crossed her legs and lowered her pointing finger. She rubbed her fingertips and buried herself deeper on the sofa.

“Well, it was just a surprise that I didn’t think that the useless honest bitch would do this trick.”

“Surely that isn’t Primrose-like behavior. It’s not just you, it…suits more to Carleya.”

“Ah, yes. There was that, Carleya… maybe. Primrose and Carleya were in collusion.”

“I’ll save my breath on that.”

Chrysanthemum came up to Acacia, waving his cane, with a thin smile. Acacia, dressed in a black hat and a black cape, gazed with a wary look at the approaching man in a far-off, with exaggerated moves that seemed comical.

“Do you want me to get teased?”

“No, I’m just curious why are you keeping yourself silent? Primrose broke the rules. But why are you staying still?”

At the question of Chrysanthemum, Acacia stared at him in silence and smiled. The smile of her lips distorted the mood of Acacia.

“I see why you’re here. Why are you staying still? Why? Do you want me to go into Primrose’s territory right now and attack her? Do you want me to execute her by tearing her to death, and punish her for her sins?”

“The fewer competitors, the better.”

Chrysanthemum didn’t deny Acacia’s question. As he raised his glasses, he opened his thin lips and smiled. The corners of the mouth that go up to the ears, the teeth that she had seen between the open lips, are as sharp as carnivores.

“Then it can’t be any more. I won’t do anything. I’m not going to punish Primrose for touching my toys, and I’m not going to move as you wanted.”

“That’s too bad. I thought it was a good chance to get rid of two annoying competitors.”

“But only this time…”

Acacia certainly drew a line. She opened her eyes thinly and glared at Chrysanthemum.

“This time, I’ll stay still, too. I’m a little bit freaked out that Primrose broke the rules. I’m going to stay still.”

“But, if she ever touches my toy again…”

“If she touches it?”

Chrysanthemum asked, with glimmer in his eyes. The eyes beyond the black glasses, silently glanced on the white thing flowing in between her legs. Noticing it, Acacia took a breath.

“I’ve violated the rules, so I have no choice but to formally propose the execution. Gladiolus will love it.”

At the remark, Chrysanthemum burst out laughing. He twirled his cane and nodded his head as he put it on his shoulder.

“You refer to the great man. But, uh… I don’t want to provoke him. I’m not very interested in your toys.”

Chrysanthemum then turned around. He didn’t seem to want to continue the conversation any more. Acacia asked Chrysanthemum, who was moving away, darting her shoes.

“How’s Hyacinth doing?”

“She’s not very keen on this game. She’s just staying silent. You, her, me… are not like Primrose or Carleya.”

As expected. Acacia nodded her head as she recalled the face of Hyacinth. Hyacinth didn’t even approve of this game from the start. Gladiolus would just follow the orders.

I don’t know, but the other three, including Acacia, would have been somewhat involved in the 300 toys given to them. Acacia gave her body, because Ajin chose energy drain as his professional skill. He would have chosen a fairly likely toy from 300 people to intervene in the right amount. But Hyacinth wouldn’t have done that. She would simply be silent, faithful to her player as an NPC, doing a simple tutorial.

‘You can ignore 300 people assigned to Hyacinths.’

As she glared at the vanishing Chrysanthemum’s back, Acacia smiled thinly. Then she turned her head aside.

“…but not the other 1200.”

In the distorted space, Ajin was seen sleeping in bed.