I’m the Bad Guy, Can I Leave?

Little by little, sentences were added, and the diary gradually regained its normalcy.

“Hmm….”

Han Cha-soo closed the book after reading the diary, which was full of curses about the difficulty of finding a place to live.

This solved one of the questions he hadn’t been able to solve since he was possessing this body.

“He was affirming himself through the diary.”

If it was a habit and he was writing in his diary like an obsessive, the sequence of events made sense.

I don’t know the details, but it seems that the original Han Cha-soo was traumatized by the experience of failing at something.

‘It probably has something to do with the title.’

[Titles: Failed Assassin, Stifled Star, Rebel]

Han Cha-soo stared at the translucent status window.

‘I thought the title Failed Assassin came from somewhere, but I didn’t expect to find a clue here.’

Well, that didn’t excuse his subsequent crimes.

The original Han Cha-soo committed crimes of his own volition after joining the organization, and there were no extenuating circumstances.

“If you shake it off, you’ll live a good life….”

Han Cha-soo clucked his tongue and picked up the envelope that had been put down on the floor.

Inside, he pulled out a palm-sized note and a round ball with eyes.

It looks like a toy, but it’s something he spent half a year’s salary on.

It is called ‘Never-ending Doodle Book’ and ‘Move Anything_Document Version’.

In short, one is a notebook that you can put in your inventory. The other was a photocopier that would copy the contents of that note.

“Okay, let’s get started.”

Let’s get this done today. Han Cha-soo’s eyes lit up with determination.

Of course, by dawn, his resolve had been broken.

“Ugh….”

He can’t finish this today. Han Cha-soo racked his brain as he watched the sun rise in the sky.

It was only a little faster than handwriting. In the end, he had to transfer the diary by checking each page, one by one, and finally finished it after staying up all night.

He blinked. His bloodshot, stiff eyes closed unwillingly. Han Cha-soo shook his head to clear it and started walking.

“Coffee….”

He stumbled to the kitchen.

Chirr. The sound of the chiming bell followed for a long time.

“……?”

His dazed mind didn’t immediately grasp the situation.

But as the chimes continued to ring, he woke up as if he’d been hit with water. He leaned against the wall, his body still heavy with water.

“Excuse me!”

A man’s voice boomed out. It was indeed a visitor. Han Cha-soo narrowed his brow.

‘Who could be looking for me?’

He didn’t barge in or break the window, so he seemed like a normal visitor…. That made him even more suspicious.

The original Han Cha-soo was not a sociable person. He didn’t have any close colleagues, so who would come to his house so early in the morning?

Naturally, I was calculating what the person outside the door would do.

“Is there anyone inside? I’ve been sent by the Guild Leader Geum Myeong-yeol, and I’d like to personally deliver a gift as an apology.”

As if on cue, a horn honked from outside. Han Cha-soo ran a hand through his hair and looked back out the window.

A new car that must have just left the factory. The man in the driver’s seat looked up and smirked.

“Ha….”

Before I could make my coffee, sleep had slipped away.

‘No way.’

I thought so, but I couldn’t ignore my intuition. Perhaps that car was a gift from Geum Myeong-yeol.

Han Cha-soo groaned and pressed his forehead against the window. His breath blurred the glass.

But the silhouette of a man waving under the window was indelible.

‘Geum Myeong-yeol, why is this bastard suddenly imitating Jung Yiheon?’

Meanwhile, the chimes continued to ring incessantly.

Eventually, Han Cha-soo opened the door.

“Good morning.”

A cool-looking man smiled broadly. In his hands, a bouquet of flowers and a fruit gift set. It looked like a housewarming party.

“I’m Lee Ji-hoon from Exilis.”

The man held out the gifts with a crisp demeanour.

“If you don’t mind, could you please come downstairs with us for a moment, we have a gift for Han Chasoo-ssi.”

“This will do.”

Han Cha-soo blurted out, accepting the fruit basket.

“Yes?”

“There’s no need to be serious, it’s over, no one’s hurt, and that’s good enough for me.”

What a shameless bastard, trying to kidnap someone yesterday and then sending a gift to apologise today.

‘Is he trying to get through to me?’

If not, why bother….

“Ah.”

Han Cha-soo let out an exclamation while looking at the fruit basket.

When I lowered my head, I felt his eyes on my ear.

‘Did you come to see if I’d shared an earring with someone else in the meantime?’

Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t do this. A man who lived as selfishly as Geum Myeong-yeol could not have bent down and lifted up so easily.

Han Cha-soo clicked his tongue silently.

It was common knowledge that the lower the rank of the wearer, the lower the risk of ‘sharing’, the core function of a couple’s item.

In other words, it didn’t matter who Han Cha-soo, a B-ranked potion maker, shared the earrings with.

‘You’re getting nervous.’

I don’t mind sharing my earrings with anyone, but not you. Maybe his liver was burning.

So I’m going to do something so unbecoming. Han Cha-soo put down the fruit basket, not at all pleased.

‘It’s a good thing I decided to stay with the Heavenly Spirit Guild.’

If he had left, he would have been in trouble. Who cares if an independent producer hunter disappeared, he’d probably have been kidnapped by Geum Myeong-yeol long ago.

But he’s a member of the Heavenly Spirit Guild, and he’s under the direct protection of Jung Yiheon.

Now that he knows he can’t be messed with, he’s changed his tactics.

‘I’ve given up on playing hardball, and I’m going to play soft.’

Unfortunately, this change of course didn’t have much success.

It was due to the original sin of Han Cha-soo, who broke Geum Myeong-yeol’s earrings.

He didn’t know if he would be guilty of more sin if the truth came out later.

It was better to play nice for his sake.

Besides, you never know when something even better than what I had will appear.

“No vehicles. Please tell the Guild Leader that I enjoyed the fruit.”

Han Cha-soo gave his congratulations with an indifferent face. Lee Ji-hoon looked puzzled.

“Exilis is not a guild that has no such case, Han Chasoo-ssi. After all that trouble, it’s only a set of fruits.”

“No, this is enough.”

Han Cha-soo was about to close the door.

“No!”

With a desperate cry, Lee Ji-hoon fell to his knees.

‘He is crazy.’

Han Cha-soo pulled his hand back in surprise. Lee Ji-hoon knelt down with such sincerity that it felt like he was kicking up dust that wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry, but can you at least take a look? This is the car we scavenged for Han Chasoo-ssi… No, I mean, it’s a car we managed to get ahead of the rankings, and 90% of the body is made of dungeon byproducts…!”

“I don’t live here alone.”

Han Cha-soo cut him off, and when he raised his hand to point down the hall, Lee Ji-hoon pursed his lips.

But he didn’t stop looking up at him. In fact, it felt like his silence had made them even louder.

“Stand up. Isn’t there someone else who needs to kneel down.”

In hindsight, it wasn’t like Lee Ji-hoon had to apologise.

‘He’s suffering because he has a bad boss.’

Han Cha-soo muttered through clenched teeth, and Lee Ji-hoon’s expression became subtle.

But he didn’t change his stance.

“No, we’re just as much to blame.”

“What do you mean?”

“I knew that the Guild Leader was always the kind of person who spoke without thinking, but I couldn’t stop him. I thought it was just his usual bullshit to bring Han Cha-soo in, so I let him do it, but then he got into an accident without looking back….”

Han Cha-soo’s face became strange.

The secretary was the same, and so was Lee Ji-hoon in front of him. He was technically a lowly man, but his evaluation of Geum Myeong-yeol was free-spirited.

It seems that the guild atmosphere is freer than I thought. As he continued to think, he heard another thud.

Raising his head, Han Cha-soo groaned.

“Lee Ji-hoon, what did you do!”

It was a woman in a car, honking her horn. Her short hair, which reached her shoulders, whipped wildly.

“I’m sorry, Han Chasoo-ssi!”

The woman shouted, grabbing Lee Ji-hoon by the scruff of the neck.

“Actually, I was supposed to pull the Master Thrasher instead of this guy, but I couldn’t do that because I was busy with irregular gate post-processing. I’m sorry!”

Hearing his guildmate’s words, Han Cha-soo shook his head. It seemed that Geum Myeong-yeol had been held by government officials ever since he was captured yesterday.

He wasn’t too curious, but it was good to know. Han Cha-soo was determined to get the two of them back as soon as possible.

“Okay, and Lee Ji-hoon didn’t do anything wrong, so let’s just cut him some slack.”

“Yeah? Then what the hell was this guy doing….”

It was then. I heard a strange sound under my feet.

Crack.

“…….”

“…….”

Exactly where Lee Ji-hoon’s knee was touching. There was a loud, thick crack in the marble, as if someone had hit it with a hammer.

After a short silence, Lee Ji-hoon cautiously broke the rhyme.

“”f you don’t like the car, how about a house…?”

He said.

Veins sprouted on Han Cha-soo’s forehead.