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  Previous | ToC | Next Chapter 6 Surprisingly, Mu-jae's wounded lips returned to normal. Instead, Hae-seo's lips tore, and blood dripped to the floor. Drip, drip. Ding.  Before Mu-jae could even understand what had happened, a new system window popped up. [Evil Value increases by 0.01%. ] For the first time in his prison life, his villainy stat had increased. But even before Mu-jae could grasp this, it was obscured by a new notification. [Decimal values are automatically deleted. ] "......?" [ The fluctuation in the Evil Value has disappeared.] [Evil Value- 23% ] The tension drained from Mu-jae's body. His villainy stat had increased for the first time... and then it vanished. 'What the, give it back.' It seemed the system didn't know the saying "many a little makes a mickle." (TL: Similar saying to how little drops eventually fill a bucket) As if Hae-seo had taken more than just the lip injury, Mu-jae's headache gradually faded and bre...

  Previous | ToC | Next Chapter 5 “........ 907, white. After subtly checking the number tag pinned to Hae-seo's chest, Mu-jae swallowed hard and steeled himself. If he was wearing white like him, he probably wasn't a terrifying criminal. He had greeted him politely and even answered kindly. Just a little, enough to grasp the situation, let's try to have a conversation. "...Was I moved here from the infirmary?" "No." Hae-seo, still smiling, shook his head. 'I coughed up blood and collapsed, and they didn't even take me to the infirmary once?!' Even if he was the main villain here, a criminal, an inmate, shouldn't they at least give him some medicine when he's sick? He felt a slight disappointment in the guards he had seen as beacons of hope. Mu-jae felt a strange sense of resentment at this point. "Why was I suddenly moved to a two-person cell?" As he spoke again, his dry lips cracked and bled. Mu-jae wiped it away with the...

  Previous | ToC | Next Chapter 4 The conversation, which seemed to be continuing for a moment, returned to its original atmosphere due to Si Mu-jae closing his mouth again. "Okay, the joke ends here." Lee Cheong-mun, who had withdrawn his hand from the desk, leaned back in his chair with a strange expression. Lee Cheong-mun and Si Mu-jae had a transactional relationship. Si Mu-jae would do the dirty work that Cheong-mun couldn't openly do, and Cheong-mun would pull strings when Mu-jae needed social power. A relationship where you get 1 for giving 1. A relationship where you take what you can, even if you have to steal it. Cheong-mun was quite satisfied with this relationship. The reason he came today wasn't just because of the accident that happened two months ago. 'What's the big deal about a criminal getting his limbs cut off?' In the first place, he only suspected that Si Mu-jae had done it, but there was no direct evidence. The reason Cheong-mun came...