The Most Wishing Reader

Chapter 13

“Ah, shit .. I don't know.”

The second and third, the people standing away from the grandmother, the surviving cowardly men, the university students recorded this with their phones, the mother of the child, and Han Myungoh … They all tied up the grandmother, aiming for her death.

“Dead! Die fast!”

They were like guards working together for the death penalty. Like guards pulling levers at the same time so they didn't know who killed prisoners, these men kicked and punched grandmother passively.

… And I watched all this. I stood up, like someone watching something happen in another world. A grandmother whose name I don't know is someone who shouldn't be alive. In the original scenario, the grandmother died. So ... no

At that moment, Yoo Sangah got up.

“You will be killed,” I grabbed it by reflex. “I told you not to move.”

The arm I was holding was shaking. Yoo Sangah clenched her hands to hide her trembling. “I know I know...!”

“Yoo Sangah-ssi will die if you leave now.”

Yoo Sangah's eyes shook in fear. Even so .. I realized it. Although the genre of the story changed, some people still shone brightly.

“Yoo Sangah-ssi, sit down.”

However, the one who could change this story was not Yoo Sangah. Yoo Sangah is not the protagonist in this world.

“Hah? But-”

“Do as I say, just this once. I won't interfere after that.”

“... Dokja-ssi?”

I didn't answer his call when I saw people, who were intent on attacking grandma. I don't stay silent because I'm afraid or Kim Namwoon and the people, nor do I approve of their inhumanity. I'm just waiting. For this moment I have to move. So …

Kwao!

Now also .

“Ack! What?”

An explosion filled my ears, and the carriage shook. People shouted as smoke rose from the front right corner of this carriage. It's already started. So I moved. I kicked off the ground as hard as I could with my right foot, past the screaming people and sat down towards grandma.

“What? Eeeeok!” Kim Namwoon collided with me and fell to the ground with a shout. At first glance, it seems like I am saving the grandmother, but that is not my goal.

Where's it? I looked around quickly. Someone fell towards grandma due to the explosion. It was a child crying in the middle of this hell.

“Excuse me for a moment,”

I took the nets from the boy. As soon as I put my hand in the net, chitin locusts reached my fingertips. I took one and put it in the boy's hand. Then I turned towards the people.

“Everything, stop. You can't live if you kill grandma.” My voice was very clear due to the temporary silence after the explosion. One by one, people started looking at me. “Tell me you killed grandma. What's next?” Their surprised faces look good. Then let me tell them a little more. “

The death of the grandmother will be recognized for what dokkaebi called the ‘first murder, and some time will be purchased. What's next?”