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“Kneel.”

For a moment, Lee Sungook just stares at Yoo Joonghyuk.

“What?” Doesn't he have [Sage’s Eye], why would he ask me this?

“Kneel before me.”

Sungkook quickly realizes there is no point in defying him, not when he’s facing the Yoo Joonghyuk. (Though, he can deny he’s disappointed that he doesn't look like how the novel described him. He seems less handsome and more… delicate? No that’s not right, more ugly maybe? It’s strange, Lee Sungkook can’t really tell.)

So he kneels.

His knees hit the hard floor as he submits to the will of the protagonist, and Sungkook’s feels like a bruise is going to form on at least one of them. The harsh gaze is freezing against his skin as Yoo Joonghyuk stares down at the prophet, like the man is nothing more than dirt on his boot.

Glancing up just for a moment, Lee Sungkook tries to hold eye contact with him, one last show of strength. But, as he sees how the man is sat on the bed, thin waist accentuated by his combat vest, crossed legged with one thigh sporting a drop leg holster, leaning forward to look down upon him, thin, pale hands that contrast with his black fingerless gloves draped lazily over his knee, Sungkook quickly locks his gaze back onto the floor. 

The sight above, despite the protagonist's disappointing face, was a bit…

You idiot, that’s Yoo Joonghyuk, what are you thinking?!

In both fear of the terrifying man above him noticing the small tinge of red on Sungkook’s ears, and an attempt to keep his dignity, he decides it best for both of them if he doesn't look up while he talks.

But, right as Sungkook opens his mouth to share his attribute, the entrance to the tent flies open.

The man's dark coat billows from the breeze made by his harsh entrance, one foot placed upon the back of the “prophet” he knocked out to get in. His handsome face, much more fitting to that of a protagonist, is scrunched into a scowl, eyes glaring at the two of them with a look even more deadly than Joonghyuk’s.

“Kim Do-“ He starts voice loud and stern, but suddenly freezes. His expression flashes to something that seems like confusion, but just as quickly twists back into a deadly glare, though still sporting a hint of uncertainty.

His voice comes out through gritted teeth as he marches forward, completely ignoring the prophet turned makeshift guard he steps over  “What are you doing, Ki-”

“We can talk in a second, for now please be quiet.” The protagonist says, cutting him off in a nearly cheery voice, head turned toward the stranger who now looks about five seconds from strangling the man.

“Do not tell me to be quiet, you fool. Tell me what you are doing.” The man stops beside Yoo Joonghyuk, glare still locked onto his smiling face.

Really, with a gaze like that, Lee Sungkook would expect him to be the protagonist, not the scrawny, smiley guy in front of him.

“I’ll tell you in a second, just let him finish telling me his attributes, and I’ll explain everything.” The protagonist then drops the elated tone of voice and returns his cold gaze back to the man below him. “Well, go on,” He leans forward a bit more, voice dripping with command “Tell me.”

Now the mysterious man directs his scowl at Lee Sungkook, somehow with even more disdain.

“This is unnecessary." He says, still glaring at Sungkook, before turning to look back at Joonghyuk, now with something unreadable behind his eyes. (Was that jealousy? No that wouldn't make sense.) “I can just use [Sage-”

“Heyyy! You know what,” Yoo Joonghyuk cuts in “Maybe this can wait. Would you mind coming over here for a moment, dearest companion of mine?” Joonghyuk says to the man, a hit of nervousness showing through his performative smile as he uncrosses his legs and stands up to clasp a hand onto the taller man's shoulder.

The man glares at Yoo Joonghyuk and begrudgingly follows him outside the tent, lifting the fabric for Joonghyuk to walk under. Though, not before turning to give Lee Sungkook one last glare.

“This man must be another one of his subordinates. That Jung Heewon woman also seemed very aggressive toward strangers, maybe it’s the type he likes to keep near him.” Sungkook thinks at the sight of the clearly brash man doing something that felt like the equivalent of holding the door open for someone.

For a moment, after the two exit, Lee Sungkook doesn't move, unsure on whether or not he should move from his position on the floor.

After a bit of consideration, and remembering the deathly glares of the two men who are still right outside, he decides it's safer if he doesn't. Though he does take a look at his knees to check the damage. Luckily, because of his stats, there aren't any bruises, though the left one hurts a bit… Is there a potion for that? Having not read much of the original novel, Sungkook isn’t too knowledgeable on most things outside of the early scenarios and basic world-building.

Suddenly two voices from outside grab his attention. Although they are speaking relatively quietly, the lack of actual walls makes it easy for Sungkook to listen in.

“I said it’s unnecessary, I can just use-“ 

“Don’t say it out loud! Besides, how was I supposed to know you were going to show up? And it’s not like you would go along with my plan anyway.” 

“Don’t interrupt me again.”

“Wait wait wait! I'm sorry, you can put your sword away!”

“Why was he on the floor like that.”

“Jeez even your questions sound like demands, damn prota- sunfish. Anyway, it’s just to get him to listen to me, not everyone has your terrifying aura you know.”

“Tell him to stand up. And you shouldn’t sit down again.”

“Huh? Why?”

“…”

“Is there something wrong with the bed or something? Joo- Bastard, why didn’t you say something earlier?”

“…”

“Don’t ignore me!”

“Sitting down like that…will not… It won’t work, don’t do it.”

“So you're gonna make me stand up while I do this? Asshole…”

The two men walk in to find Sungkook still kneeling on the ground. Yoo Joonghyuk pauses for a moment at the objectively pathetic sight before a smirk tugs at his lips and he glances at the taller man beside him.

“See? I can invoke respect just as much as you can, bastard.” He says with a smug expression. Though the man at his side doesn't look at him, and instead keeps his glare on Lee Sungkook. At the lack of response Yoo Joonghyuk looks back to Sungkook, clearly not affected by being ignored by his companion.

“Good job prophet, you listen well.” The protagonist says in an appeasing tone, approaching with a confident smirk. The tone causes the redness to return to Sungkook’s ears, and seems to only further the stranger's apparent disdain toward the fake prophet as his scowl deepens.

“Ki- Yoo Joonghyuk.” Says the stranger with a tone that almost felt annoyed. “Don’t be unnecessary, get to the point”

“Of course, efficient as always.” Joonghyuk says, eye twitching with what was most definitely annoyance. “Well, prophet? Get on with it, Tell me your skills and attributes.” He says, all hints of the comfortable attitude from his conversation outside the tent gone from his tone.

“Ah y-yes, of course!” Lee Sungkook stutters out, now subject to the threatening look of both men (Though, the one coming from Joonghyuk’s companion is objectively far more terrifying.)

As Sungkook shares all of his skills and attributes, making sure not to leave anything out when he notices Joonghyuk’s companion using [Lie Detection] on everything he says.

Once he finally finishes up after being hounded by both Yoo Joonghyuk and the taller man, they hear a rumble from outside the tent.

Joonghyuk hastily pushes open the tent to be greeted with the sight of Jung Heewon flying through the air toward a “prophet”, sword ready to strike.

“Jung Heewon!”

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“So, Master, how exactly did Kim Dokja give birth even though he’s a man?” 

“…”

Yoo Joonghyuk was going to kill that slimy bastard.

After waking up on the roof, Lee Jihye exclaimed how quickly he woke up after the fight before handing him a small note with a strangely giddy expression, saying it was from Kim Dokja. Yoo Joonguyk was suspicious of the note from the start—that man clearly knew far more than he anticipated if everything he said in the Cinema Dungeon meant anything (His words still rang clear in Yoo Joonghyuk’s memory. Kim Dokja spoke as if he truly knew Yoo Joonghyuk. As if he had been right there by his side all of this time), but when Lee Jihye asked him that, he knew the man was up to something.

Choosing not to feed the girl’s deluded mind, he didn’t grace her with a response and went to open the note. Lee Jihye attempted to peer over his shoulder as he did, muttering something about a… love letter? What on earth did Kim Dokja tell her?

...…was it a love letter?

“How absurd.” He thought, finally opening up the note with a bit more anticipation than he would’ve cared to admit.

“Where is Kim Dokja!”

It was not a love letter.

Yoo Joonghyuk stormed into the subway station, murderous intent radiating from him as the concrete beneath him with every fearsome step, searching for the fucker who took his sister.

The subway was crowded with unfamiliar faces. In previous turns he had spent more time down here, ultimately learning a few faces, even if he hadn't known their names—but not this time. Of course, just like everything else in this godforsaken regression, things had gone differently this time.

It was such a small thing, but it only furthered the feeling of anxiety that would itch under his skin every time Kim Dokja changed something.

Of course that anxiety quickly morphed into anger whenever he thought about how that man kept changing things!

Prowling through the station, he found a group of people congregating outside a collection of larger tents. Assuming they were in charge, he made the obvious decision of shaking them down until they told him where Kim Dokja was.

As he drew his sword to threaten the group, and they all tried to scramble away in fear, someone shouted something odd.

“We’re the Apostles! You know, like prophets? You can’t kill us!” A woman shouted in desperation.

“Did she say, prophets?” Yoo Joonghyuk pauses his interrogation of one of these so-called Apostles (Read: strangling him and demanding he tell him where Kim Dokja is). “Could there be more prophets like Kim Dokja this round?”

For a moment, a strange thought entered Yoo Joonghyuk’s mind.

“If all of these people are prophets, and they are clearly ready to give up information with nothing more than a small threat, do I really… need Kim Dokja?”

Yoo Joonghyuk stabbed the man before him through the neck.

“As if any of these ants could be nearly as useful as that man.”

With the dead Apostle still in his hand. Yoo Joonghyuk turned towards the group and spoke with a powerful voice.

“I am looking for a man. He is around 5’9, thin, pale skin, black hair, and…” Yoo Joonghyuk paused for a moment, he was about to say “fox-eyed” but decided it wasn’t an important detail. “You all will tell me where this man is, or I will cut you down just like your comrade.” Throwing the man's body before the group, he pointed his sword towards them as it dripped blood onto the concrete.

“Where is he.”

It only took a few more moments of interrogation before one of the Apostles broke and shakily pointed towards one of the larger, nicer looking tents further back in the camp.

Yoo Joonghyuk marched towards the tent. On the way he passes that black haired woman Kim Dokja picked up, Jung Heewon, was it? He vaguely remembered Kim Dokja saying her name at the Cinema Dungeon.

“Yoo Joong—” Jung Heewon calls out to him before suddenly cutting herself off. She glances over at two unfamiliar men standing a bit away, likely more Apostles. “Are you looking for that man?”

“She likely means Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk puts one hand in the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it if needed.

“You will tell me where he is,” he says in the same threatening tone from earlier, but Jung Heewon doesn't even flinch.

“Sure, he’s in there,” she says nodding her head towards the tent behind the two Apostles. “But I’m not sure if those guys are going to let you in—” Without waiting for her to finish, Yoo Joonghyuk storms over to the tent, sword in hand, all of his previous anger pouring back out knowing that the slippery bastard was so close.

“That fool should've known better than to lay a hand on my sister.”

Noticing the unfamiliar man marching towards them, sword in hand and menacing aura practically radiating off of him, the Apostles immediately go on guard, reaching for their own swords.

“Hey you, who said you could come over here!” Ignoring the man and kicking him to the ground, Yoo Joonghyuk carelessly steps on him, causing the Apostle to wheeze as all the air in his lungs gets knocked out under the regressor's crushing weight and unnecessarily large boot. Without hesitation, Yoo Joonghyuk whipped open the entrance of the tent.

“Kim Do—!”

The sight that Yoo Joonghyuk’s was met with was nothing like what he had been anticipating. He wasn’t sure what he would find, or whether Kim Dokja had been teaming up with these so-called "prophets", but what whatever he had been expecting it most definitely wasn’t this.

Inside the tent, Kim Dokja sat at the edge of a queen sized bed—one especially nice for the apocalypse. He seemed to have changed out of his salaryman clothes from before. Yoo Joonghyuk vaguely recognized them from the fight, but now that he was getting a good look at them, they were a bit different than in his blurred memory. 

The already partially cropped military vest seemed even shorter on Kim Dokja’s long torso—and with the bulkiness of the vest, not to mention the utility belt and, “Is that a leg holster on his thigh?”, his torso was… accentuated, to say the least.

But what Kim Dokja was wearing wasn’t nearly the worst of it. When Yoo Joonghyuk entered the tent, rather than finding Kim Dokja plotting out some new scheme, he instead found his companion like this!

Cross-legged with his hands (“Fingerless gloves? What is this fool wearing all of this nonsense for?”) draped almost lazily over his knee and sporting an expression unlike anything Yoo Joonghyuk has seen donned on the man before, Kim Dokja sat leaning over an unknown man, who was sitting on the floor in some childishly polite pose with a noticeable red flush across his cheeks.

“What the hell is going on.” His anger began to bubble up even more as he marched towards Kim Dokja, gritting his teeth.

“What are you doing, Kim—”

“We can talk in a second, for now please be quiet.” If Yoo Joonghyuk was a different man he would have gaped at the audacity. First Kim Dokja kidnaps Mia, then he’s with some random man doing god knows what, and now he’s telling him to be quiet?!

“Do not tell me to be quiet, you fool. Tell me what you are doing,” he demanded, hand itching to choke the bastard out. How dare he be fooling around like this!

“I’ll tell you in a second, just let him finish telling me his attributes, and I’ll explain everything,” Kim Dokja said with a nonchalant smile, as if had any right to push Yoo Joonghyuk aside for some stranger. Turning back to the guy in front of him, Kim Dokja’s nonchalant tone morphed into something far worse.

“Well, go on,” Kim Dokja probed, voice dropping to a low, cold tone that Yoo Joonghyuk had never heard from the typically squirrelly man before. Kim Dokja leaned forward further as he spoke, his face creeping closer to the other man’s as he did. “Tell me.” 

Yoo Joonghyuk was  going to strangle him. Is this what he called an interrogation? “What the hell is this guy doing? Does he not know what he looks like?!” Yoo Joonghyuk scowled internally. “He doesn't even sound that intimidating, just…”

“This is unnecessary," Yoo Joonghyuk said, stepping forward to finally put an end to all this nonsense. “Why on earth does he need this guy to tell him his attributes anyway? He has me. My skills are far more useful than this scumbag,” the regressor thought as he glared down at the pathetic man on the floor, whose ears seemed even redder than before. Not bothering with the useless ant on the ground he turned back to Kim Dokja. “I can just use [Sage—“ 

“Heyyy! You know what,” Kim Dokja panically cuts in, interrupting him again. “Maybe this can wait,” He said toward the guy on the floor, whose blushing cheeks had paled with fear. “Would you mind coming over here for a moment, dearest companion of mine?” Kim Dokja hummed, placing one of his hands on Yoo Joonhyuk’s shoulder. The regressor’s eyebrow twitched at the title. It was corny, over exaggerated, and clearly a result of Kim Dokja’s rising nerves, but…

Yoo Joonghyuk really needed to kill this guy.

Outside of the tent Kim Dokja finally spoke like he usually does. No more low, breathy tones (“Sultry” An unwanted part of him whispered), or nervous scrambling for excuses, like every word Yoo Joonghyuk said was catching him off guard. Wasn’t his companion supposed to know everything about him anyway? So why did he seem so unprepared for his presence? Yoo Joonghyuk scowled at the thought, glaring towards the tent where the son of a bitch who seemed to be capturing all of his companion’s attention was.

Here, Kim Dokja was finally speaking to Yoo Joonghuk in his typical confident and relaxed tone, like he could reshape everything around him with ease. It rang well in Yoo Joonghyuk’s ears.

“Don’t bother with using [Sage’s Eye], I need to get his attributes in a different way,” Kim Dokja sighed.

“Why? That’s just inefficient, besides, don’t you have your own skill for identifying abilities?” Yoo Joonghyuk huffed, annoyed with his companion’s incompetence.

“My skill has some limitations,” Kim Dokja scowled, as if he was more annoyed with his skill than anything. “So let me just do it this way,” He resolved, looking back at Yoo Joonghyuk. The regressor was about to agree and let his companion have his way when he remembered exactly how Kim Dokja planned on getting that other man to spill. 

“Don’t tell me... is he trying to seduce that man into talking?” His jaw clenched at the thought and Yoo Joonghyuk felt all of his previous irritation and anger rush back.

“Who the hell is that guy anyway,” Yoo Joonghyuk pressed.

“He’s one of the lead Apostles, that’s why I need this information from him,” Kim Dokja replied like it was obvious. “His name is Lee Sungkook.” Yoo Joonghyuk clicked his tongue at this.

“I don’t care what his name is,” he huffed. 

“My bad for giving you the information you asked for,” Kim Dokja eyerolled, shifting his weight to one leg, making his hip cock out. Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes trailed down to the outline of Kim Dokja’s thigh in his dress pants, they tightened slightly around his leg with the movement. Crossing his arms, Kim Dokja continued to speak, his voice laced with nervousness. “Oh yeah, there’s a couple things you should probably know first.”

Yoo Joonghyuk nearly let out an exasperated sigh, what now?

“He kinda, maybe, sort of,” Kim Dokja’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Thinks I’m you.”

“…”

“Like, all of the apostles do.”

“Wait! Don’t grab your sword!” Kim Dokja said frantically, stepping back. “I had too!” Yoo Joonghyuk grumbled and removed his hand from the hilt of his sword, deciding to trust his companion and let it slide because, somehow, out of all of the things Kim Dokja had done in the last 12 hours, pretending to be him was the least frustrating, and Yoo Joonghyuk might pop a blood vessel if he clenched his jaw anymore today. He can let it go just this one time.

“So just trust me, and let me do my thing.”

Never mind.

“I said it's unnecessary,” Yoo Joonghyuk chided once more, turning to walk back to the tent. If Kim Dokja’s ‘thing’ involved seducing random men, he wouldn’t have it. “I can get this over with and use [Sage’s—“

“Don’t say it out loud!” Kim Dokja hissed, grabbing Yoo Joonghyuk’s sleeve to stop him from leaving. Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes glanced down at the spot where Kim Dokja’s pale skin contrasted with the black of his coat. He passively noted how thin the other’s fingers were before scowling at the man who had interrupted him again. “Besides, how was I supposed to know you were going to show up? And it’s not like you would go along with my plan anyway,” Kim Dokja huffed. Yoo Joonghyuk nearly scoffed at this. Of course he wouldn’t go along with a plan like this. Even if the regressor had been with Kim Dokja from the start, there was no way he'd ever agree to Kim Dokja offering himself up like this.

He was debating pulling his sword out to teach this guy a lesson about interrupting him when he decided against it, remembering something far more important that he had forgotten to ask.

“Why the hell is that guy on the floor.”

Kim Dokja looked caught off guard by the sudden subject change but quickly schooled himself.

“Jeez even your questions sound like demands,” He laughed, but with a forced kind of casualness. “Damn prota- sunfish.” Yoo Joonghyuk furrowed his brow a millimeter further, what was he about to call him? “Anyway,” Kim Dokja coughed. “It’s just to get him to listen to me, not everyone has your terrifying aura you know.” Kim Dokja quipped, a foxy smile gracing his lips. Yoo Joonghyuk’s gaze ran across the other man’s face, but it was like every time he tried to take in his features, all of the details clawed themselves away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s memory. He knew that Kim Dokja was attractive (objectively, of course), he could feel it whenever he looked at his face. But when he tried to label exactly what it was, or even picture the man’s face in his head, it was like the image had been scrubbed at with a shitty sponge in his memory. As a regressor, he felt he was nothing without his memories.

Well, if Kim Dokja wasn’t going to drop these crude seduction methods, the least Yoo Joonghyuk could do was compromise and hopefully lessen whatever lustful thoughts that useless degenerate in the tent was surely having.

“Tell him to stand up. And you shouldn’t sit down again,” he requested, but it came out more like a warning. Though to be fair, he wasn’t going to let Kim Dokja disagree.

“Huh? Why?” Kim Dokja asked, cocking his head like a confused dog.

“…”

Shit, why couldn’t Kim Dokja just listen to him for once!

 “Is there something wrong with the bed or something? Joo- Bastard, why didn’t you say something earlier?”

Yoo Joonghyuk hadn’t actually thought of an excuse before asking, not wanting to outright say “the way you sit on that bed is way too sexy,” because he'd rather eat literal dirt before saying such preposterous things, but what was he supposed to say?

“Don’t ignore me you asshole!” Clearly Kim Dokja wasn’t going to drop it if he stayed silent, so Yoo Joonghyuk tried with the first vague but plausible thing that came to his mind. He could only hope that Kim Dokja would shut up and do as he’s told for once before Yoo Joonghyuk resolved to knock him out so he can’t go about “interrogating” anyone further.

“Sitting down like that… will not… It won’t work, don’t do it,” Yoo Joonghyuk faltered. God, since when was he this bad at coming up with excuses? Maybe it was because he’s never actually had to, everyone usually just listens to him the first time. “Never Kim Dokja, of course.” He internally eyerolled, but something about the thought felt fond. Just a bit.

“So you're gonna make me stand up while I do this? Asshole…” Kim Dokja turned back to the tent, walking through the entrance with a huff that reminded Yoo Joonghyuk of a stubborn child. The corner of his lip tugged upwards at the sight.

“Good.” was all he thought as he strolled back in, pleased with himself as if he hadn't just tripped over his own two feet to try and get Kim Dokja to listen to him.

Just before entering the tent, Yoo Joonghyuk wondered if the Apostle had made a run for it while they were outside, luckily he saw Lee Sungkook sitting right where they had left him. 

“How pathetic.” Yoo Joonghyuk glared down at the man on the floor, hoping he’d never have to see his useless face again after this.

He glanced over at Kim Dokja who had far too much of a triumphant look on his face. Not letting his eyes linger, he glared back down at Lee Sungkook. Really, why was this man requiring so much of Kim Dokja’s attention?

“See? I can invoke respect just as much as you can, you bastard,” Kim Dokja said, glancing up at Yoo Joonghyuk smugly. Yoo Joonghyuk kept his glare on the Apostle, but from his companion’s puffed up tone, Yoo Joonghyuk probably would have found the reaction to be cute (not cute, definitely not, Yoo Joonghyuk would never find that scheming bastard cute) if it wasn’t for what followed immediately after. 

Kim Dokja tuned back to Lee Sungkook, seemingly unaffected by Yoo Joonghyuk ignoring him, (He didn’t think about the fact that he had only flat out ignored Kim Dokja like that once or twice, yet the man reacted as if he had gotten used to Yoo Joonghyuk doing this his whole life.) The regressor glanced back up at his companion, and his mood immediately plummeted at the sight of a foxy, over confident smile donning itself on his companion’s lips—that look was sure to lead to nothing good.

But before Yoo Joonghyuk could step in, Kim Dokja spoke. His voice came out appeasingly, drawing out his words with a mocking gentleness that definitely did not send a shiver down Yoo Joonghyuk’s spine.

“Good job Prophet,” Kim Dokja praised, his tone making Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair stand on end, freezing him in his spot as his companion’s voice washed over him. “You listen well.” Kim Dokja continued, looking down on the ever blushing Lee Sungkook. At this Yoo Joonghyuk snapped himself out of his daze, remembering that Kim Dokja wasn’t talking to the regressor, but to him. Luckily it didn’t show on his face, seeming like he had just been glaring at Lee Sungkook the whole time—who he proceeded to glare at even harder, hoping the guy would just drop dead. 

“Ki—“ Yoo Joonghyuk began before quickly cutting himself off, remembering that Kim Dokja decided to steal his identity for whatever reason. “Yoo Joonghyuk. Don’t be unnecessary, get to the point,” He said, the corner of his lip twitching in annoyance. (Too wrapped up in Kim Dokja’s surely seductive ploy, he had failed to realize that the man was doing all of this while pretending to be him.)

“Of course,” Kim Dokja replied, thankfully dropping the sultry tone of voice. “Efficient as always…” One of his eyes twitched with annoyance as he reluctantly agreed. “Well, prophet? Get on with it, Tell me your skills and attributes,” He commanded, finally speaking in what Yoo Joonghyuk would actually consider to be an interrogating voice—though any effects felt lost on the regressor when Kim Dokja was still in that obscene outfit.

“Ah y-yes, of course!” The ant stuttered out, glancing between the two companions, looking pale with fear.

Finally the Apostle gave up all the information Kim Dokja needed. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t listen very closely, not caring about whatever the guy was saying, it was of no use to him. However, Yoo Joonghyuk would probably tell Kim Dokja he looked sexy in that outfit before he trusted scum like him, so he made sure to keep [Lie Detection] activated. Once in a while Lee Sungkook would seem reluctant to answer one of Kim Dokja’s questions, glancing off to the side nervously, only then would Yoo Joonghyuk step in and demand the man to answer. Luckily, the pathetic man folded easily as soon as Yoo Joonghyuk gripped the hilt of his sword, so it was really no problem getting everything out of him.

Eventually Kim Dokja seemed satisfied, allowing Lee Sungkook to stand up. As the man brushed off the dust from his pants, Yoo Joonghyuk looked over at Kim Dokja, who was on his phone again. “I can’t take my eyes off him for even a moment or something like this happens. It would be better if I kept him by my side from now on,” he thought as he gazed at his companion. Kim Dokja was chewing slightly on his lower lip in concentration as he looked at his phone, its white light glowing softly against his pale cheeks. “Yes, I have to keep him in my sights.”

Suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk a thought crossed Yoo Joonghyuk’s mind, one that had slipped away in all of the nonsense Kim Dokja had gotten himself into. Yoo Joonghyuk began to step towards his companion with rage pouring from each step.

“Kim Dokja, where the hell is Yoo Mia—“

Suddenly a rumbling erupted from outside the tent and the sound of swords clashing together could be heard. Kim Dokja rushed past Yoo Joonghyuk and toward the noise. Despite his annoyance, Yoo Joonghyuk quickly followed suit. Outside Jung Heewon was flying through the air, trying to cut down one of the Apostles. Kim Dokja started to shout, trying to get the woman’s attention.

“Jung Heewon!”