I Became The Academy Necromancer

turally wiping his cheeks, she finally reached his lips.

 

“Ah, Professor.”

 

As she gazed at his soft lips, Aria’s mouth watered with the desire to taste them, but she held back and let out a hot breath.

 

No matter how strong her desire surged, Aria had no intention of doing anything without Deus’ consent.

 

“Professor.”

 

Aria slowly lifted his hand and brought it to her own cheek.

 

Perhaps because he was covered with a blanket, Deus’ warm touch intensified the sensations coursing through Aria’s body.

 

“I was really surprised.”

 

She never expected him to jump off the rooftop like that.
Although Aria was momentarily shocked and tried to rush forward, she refrained from interfering because Karen and Erica, who were nearby, skillfully administered first aid.

 

“Last time, such things never happened, so you really caught me off guard.”

 

Gently, Aria lowered her head and pressed her ear against Deus’ chest.

 

Thump, thump.

 

The sound of his heartbeat reassured her that Deus was still alive, and that alone brought peace and happiness to Aria’s heart.

 

“It seems like you’re already planning to deal with that person, Professor.
It seems my efforts weren’t in vain.”

 

With her ear pressed against his chest, Aria turned her head sharply and stared intently at Deus’ lips.

 

Should she just devour them?

 

That desire surged uncontrollably and filled Aria’s body.
Her body hesitantly moved forward-

 

“Make sure you win and come back.”

 

However, as a compromise, Aria kissed Deus on the forehead and left the hospital room.

 

“This time, I will…”

 

And her quiet pledge disappeared as if it were a whisper.

 

* * *

 

“…”

 

I raised my hand to check.

 

The skin wasn’t the white color I remembered from Deus’ vision.
Looking at the typical East Asian skin tone, I realized that I had succeeded.

 

I was now Kim Shin-woo – a South Korean native who had been separated from my parents due to my insistence on seeing ghosts. 

 

These supernatural apparitions tormented me relentlessly, leading me to develop a defense mechanism that gradually eroded my emotional range. 

 

Despite these challenges, I managed to pursue higher education and complete my military service, subsequently leading an ordinary life with a regular job.

 

“…”

 

Even the clothes I was wearing were the ones I used to wear at work. 

 

Come to think of it, it felt like the same clothes I had when I entered the game.

 

Looking around, I recognized the familiar Verdy mansion.

 

However, it was evident that the scenery outside the mansion, which was not reality, did not display a proper form but rather resembled hazy colors diluted in water.

 

At that moment…

 

Creak.

 

The front gate opened, and a very familiar man walked out of the mansion.

 

He had a deep anger evident from his expression, and he glared at me as if he would tear me apart at any moment.

 

Deus Verdy.

 

“You’re still here!”

 

He was the original owner of the body I possessed.

 

“You’re still alive! You’re still parasitizing my body! I’ll kill you no matter what.
I’ll kick you out no matter what!”

 

Deus grabbed my collar, venting his anger.

 

If you really think about it, this was actually our first meeting.

 

I pushed his hand away and replied.

 

“Now, I am the owner of this body, not you.”

 

“Don’t talk nonsense! I am Deus! I am Verdy’s son!”

 

“…”

 

“You bastard! Get out of my body quickly! Did you think it was fun to pretend to be me like that? Huh? Did you enjoy it? Did it thrill you, with people fawning over you?”

 

“…”

 

“You fucking bastard! Answer me! You took over someone else’s body, and yet you shamelessly act like this? How can you behave like that?”

 

To him who was partially holding back tears, I calmly replied as if exhaling slowly.

 

“All I did was to survive, that’s all.”

 

“You…!”

 

“However, while I was living as Deus Verdy.”

 

Calmly and confidently, I said.

 

“No one missed you.”

 

“You bastard…!”

 

Deus swung his fist forcefully and struck my face accurately.
My head turned, but it didn’t hurt.

 

“You were the owner of a twisted sexual desire to the point of lusting after your only sister.”

 

“Shut up!”

 

Thud!

 

“If there were not enough drugs, you were a junkie who would even lick the shoes of lowlifes in the back alleys.”

 

“So what? What does that have to do with anything? That was my life!”

 

Thud!

 

Deus’s punches continued, but gradually, his strength weakened.

 

“Furthermore, you had no sense of responsibility as Verdy, you never had the will to protect North Whedon.”

 

At least Darius had that.
The family was his top priority, and North Whedon came second.

 

But the man in front of me simply saw everything as his playground.

 

“To be honest, I wanted to meet you.
And I had a serious question to ask.”

 

“…And what the f*ck is that?”

 

In an instant, Deus, who had been swinging his fists, unexpectedly became a pitiful figure, his face covered in tears.

 

“I have seen countless souls.
They couldn’t let go of the regrets in their lives because they held onto their own beliefs and values.”

 

I finally asked the question I had wanted to ask for a long time.

 

“Deus Verdy, what regrets do you hold?”

 

— End of The Chapter —