Necromancer Survival

CH 261

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rd down around him too much.”

“Why do you guys distrust each other like this?”

“Me? I trust Dawon-hyung.
But, you trust way too much–that’s an issue,” Jung Garam said.
Even though he was so young, his expression looked both cheeky and mature.

Frowning, I answered, “You seem to be misunderstanding something… Seo Dawon can’t do anything against me now.”

“Pfthahahaha!”

“I’m serious.
I disciplined Dawon a little yesterday.”

Jung Garam now puffed up his cheeks trying to hold back his giggles, like this was some ‘don’t laugh’ challenge.
Poking his puffy cheeks, I said, “So, don’t worry.
I’ll handle it.”

“Huh? What the.
Something really happened?”

“A lot happened…”

Jung Garam stood still, as if he were waiting for me to continue speaking; however, I didn’t intend to bring up these matters.

Perhaps he noticed my reticence; the assassin eventually gave up and approached me.
Then, in a childish voice, he whined, “I’m bored.”

“Play more games.”

“Can I lie down next to you?”

As soon as I heard that, a voice that sounded like Kim Olim’s said “Refuse” in my head, but I nodded gently.
When I scooched aside a little, Jung Garam clambered atop the bed without any hesitation.

After using my arm like a pillow and getting comfortable, he started up his game.
Since it was a racing game, the phone was quite loud every time the Assassin used the booster.

“You’re pretty good at that.”

“I’m 7th place though?”

It was a little awkward between us.
I just told him he was doing well because it seemed like the Assassin was working hard… Jung Garam continued to mumble as he pressed away at the touch screen, “Ah, before I died I was really good at this game.”

” ”

“……”

“These bastards–for three years, I’ve just been stagnating.” He lost a few games in a row.
I thought Jung Garam would throw his phone in frustration, but the Assassin was persistent.
Later on, he even avoided losing in one or two games.

The sight of his carefree and happy face made me feel like my conversation with Kim Olim was for nothing.
Besides, I felt sleepy just watching Garam playing games… I drooped, nearly asleep, and came close to head-butting the Assassin.
He yelped and remarked, “You’re a spy for that team aren’t you?”

“Ah, Sorry…”

“You tired?”

“Mmhmm…” I was going to ask him to wake me up when the doctors were making their rounds, but my yawn interrupted that desire.

When I opened my mouth to yawn, my chin brushed against his soft hair.
I flinched a little, because it was itchy.
I was a bit nervous, but Jung Garam didn’t say anything even though I was literally pressing down on his head.
He was completely focused on his game.

Looking at him playing, drowsiness washed over me yet again.
Eventually, I closed my eyes; exhaustion broke through the floodgates.
By that time, it felt like Jung Garam was curling into my embrace, but it was too late.
My consciousness was already flying away.

“…Choi Lee-kyung, are you sleeping?”

Someone, probably Jung Garam, whispered to me.
I didn’t react at all–my body was too heavy.

Soon afterwards, I felt a soft touch on my collarbone, but the touch didn’t necessarily bother me.
Then, my mood soured because the touch soon turned into what felt like licking; however, I couldn’t shake it off because I was already falling into a deep, coma-like sleep.

“Really…” I heard brief snippets of a voice; something prickled at the back of my nape, but even that was fine.

I plunged into a deep slumber.

* * *

“……Huh?” I raised my torso off the bed, startled, when I saw the dim hospital room.

I had slept so well that the sun was already setting outside the window; the corners of my lips were damp with drool.
When I automatically raised my hand to wipe it, I had an IV connected to the back of my hand, unlike before I had fallen asleep.

“I got an IV? Wow, I don’t remember a thing…” I sat absentmindedly, wiping off my saliva with my sleeves.
It felt a little awful to have my day cut so short from a nap.
Furthermore, I felt belatedly lightheaded from turning my head so fast.

“Ah, So dizzy…Did I sleep too much?” I muttered while slipping one foot off the bed, trying to go to the bathroom.
Suddenly, the dim room shined with light.

“Argh!” Surprised, I looked towards the switch; there, a handsome man leaned against the wall with an annoyed expression and his arms crossed across his chest.

It was Woo Ragi.

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