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After struggling in the demon realm for 100 years, all Moon Igyeol had left was the betrayal of his comrades and a terminally ill body.
He was just going to enjoy an unemployed lifestyle until he died, but one day, South Korea’s Rank 1 Paladin, Sung Yohan, barged in.
“I came to charge you for the medical bills. Mr. Moon Igyeol.”
Suffering from an excess of divine power, Yohan realizes that Igyeol’s body, steeped in ‘demonic energy’, stabilizes him, and he finds this intriguing.
“I am not asking to sleep together, just asking to hold hands. Is that so difficult?”
“……You phrase things really fucking weirdly, you know?”
“What is weird about it?”
“No, it is fucking weird. The nuance! Anyone who hears you would misunderstand!”
“What is there to misunderstand? It is a fact.”
[The fragment of ■■■■ stabilizes.]
[Demonic energy resonates with divine power.]
Completely opposing powers, yet the two forces resonate and prevent a rampage. Ultimately, they have no choice but to admit that they need each other.
This control-freak Paladin starts acting obsessively, using that as an excuse.
“I will make you move according to my will, and have you dance in the palm of my hand.”
“…What kind of crazy nonsense are you—”
On top of that, the cold blades of the traitors keep tightening around his neck.
Villains trying to open the gate of reverse heaven to the demon realm once again, along with obsessive fanatics.
Somehow, his terminally ill unemployed lifestyle is not peaceful in the slightest.
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