“He should know that there’s no place to run or hide after coming in contact with me. Really now, my darling and his playful, mischievous streak.” (Erukana) Uhm, excuse me…. I don’t think he was being mischievous here, you know? Didn’t he really run away from here? Holy moly. That one-and-only Yi Ji-Hyuk ran away! (Choi Jeong-Hoon’s inner monologue) Indeed, …

Wife? Did she just say his wife? Wait, that wife, is it the same ‘wife’ that I know? So, let me get this straight…. she meant to say the marriage partner of someone when she mentioned the word wife, right? (Jeong Hae-Min’s inner monologue) Jeong Hae-Min dazedly stared at the woman before her eyes. “And your name is Erukana?” (Jeong …

“Euh… Euh, ah…” (Yi Ji-Hyuk) Yi Ji-Hyuk’s complexion paled as if he’d seen the devil straight out of hell. Others, with him, tensed up immediately when that happened. They couldn’t find any traces of Yi Ji-Hyuk’s usually glib-tongued, annoying attitude, never fearing even in front of other demon kings, only the version of him shaking in pure terror and shock. …

“Only the small numbers will go?” (Christopher McLaren) Christopher McLaren quickly sidled up to Yi Ji-Hyuk. “Actually, I wouldn’t have minded going with big numbers, but.” (Yi Ji-Hyuk) “Yes?” (Christopher McLaren) “How can a big number go inside there? I mean, you said that I can’t just blow the building up, didn’t you?” (Yi Ji-Hyuk) “….Well, that I did.” (Christopher …

“Whee~yu.” (Rumbfield) Rumbfield wolf-whistled as he stared at a certain woman through his rifle’s scope. “That ain’t no joke, my man.” (Rumbfield) “What is?” (Bradley) “That’s what you call a killer figure.” (Rumbfield) “Hey, you dumba*s.” (Bradley) His spotter, Bradley, flipped him a bird through the scope. “Hey, don’t block the scope, man.” (Rumbfield) “Why aren’t you tense, dude?” (Bradley) …

East Potomac Park. Wuoong! Wuoong!! Ability users from the NDF, fully kitted out in their combat uniform, teleported into the wide-open field in the middle of East Potomac Park. “Euh, euh….” The sight of an American teleporter, dry-heaving with a sickly yellow complexion every time he transferred a person but then, teleporting back to South Korea, continued on over and …

And now, what’s up with this guy? Now that a guy who was so hell-bent on making fun of him a few minutes ago started sticking up for him, President Yun Yeong-Min felt a wee bit strange inside. It was bizarre, sure, but also a bit surprising, too. He wiped the end of his stinging nose. – “Mister Yi Ji-Hyuk, …

“What do you mean, you’re  leaving??” (President) Yun Yeong-Min urgently shouted out, but Choi Jung-Hoon simply formed a very meaningful smile. “Your recommendation of a measly civil servant knowing his place and quietly vacating from an occasion like this one…. I’ve definitely learned my lesson, sir. I shall never forget the golden rule you’ve taught me and make it my …

Yun Yeong-Min’s trembling eyes were now fixed on Yi Ji-Hyuk. What the freaking hell? Why was this dude acting like this now? “Mister Yi Ji-Hyuk, I wasn’t talking to you, but to Choi Jung-Hoon.” (President) “I’m gonna ask again. So, like, I can leave now, right?” (Yi Ji-Hyuk) “Of course you can’t.” (President) What will we do if you leave, …

“And the reason why you should know that is?” (Erukana) “I need to know, so I can truly ascertain that you really don’t mean to harm Mister Yi Ji-Hyuk.” (Christopher McLaren) “Existences called humans are truly bizarre, I have to say. You are even more distrusting than demons. It seems that humans think of other’s words as nothing more than …