Instead of a Villain, I'm a Model Prisoner Chapter 3
"A visit?"
Mu-jae knew that prisons allowed visits. He just never imagined he'd get one himself.
He stared blankly at the guard, whose face was hidden by a deeply pulled-down hat. His usual polite greetings vanished in the face of this new trial called 'a visit.'
Mu-jae's first thought was of blood relatives.
'Did Si Mu-jae even have parents?'
He didn't know.
Probably even the person who wrote 'Hidden Curses,' his ex-lover wouldn't know.
After all, villains usually had tragic pasts, not parents. And even if they did, there was no real reason to explain it.
If, in the middle of reading a novel, you suddenly got a scene like, 'The main villain's parents are actually alive and well, living peacefully in the countryside. They don't even know they have a son named Si Mu-jae... (omitted),' all you'd say is, "So what?"
But the guard in front of him simply turned and walked away after announcing the visit. Mu-jae had no idea where the visiting room was, there were no maps in prison, so he had no choice but to follow the guard.
They left the exercise yard and walked down a hallway that felt quieter than usual today. Soon, the guard stopped in front of a double door made of iron, unlike the other rooms.
Clank, rattle.
The sound of the rusty lock opening echoed as the guard inserted and turned the key. Then, as if his job was done, the guard left immediately.
"......?"
Maybe he had to pee really badly. Anyone would think he was running away.
Mu-jae looked back and forth between the end of the hallway where the guard had disappeared and the door handle.
Even if he was in a hurry, was it okay to leave the visitor and the inmate alone? This was a prison full of criminals, and the visitor was probably a regular person.
Of course, Mu-jae didn't know who was visiting, and he had no intention of doing anything weird. 'Still, what if there's a fire, or lightning strikes...'
No, he was more worried because he didn't intend to do anything.
'What if the visitor attacks me?'
That's right. Mu-jae wasn't worried about the visitor.
'If it's not my parents, then a friend? If it's a villain's friend, aren't they a criminal?'
If something happened now, Mu-jae was more likely to be the victim than the perpetrator. He swallowed hard and reached for the door handle.
He didn't know what kind of evil deeds 'Si
Mu-jae' had been up to, but he was sure to have accumulated as much resentment as the curse on this body.
If he hadn't done things that would make people resent him, he wouldn't be in prison in the first place!
Before opening the door, Mu-jae brought up the system window again to check his remaining life force and attack power.
[Evil Value- 26% ]
[Life Force Value - 35% ]
[ Combat Power Value -0% ]
As the Evil Value decreased, the Life Force and Combat Power Values were also hitting rock bottom. Even now, if he transferred 5% of his Life Force Value to Combat Power, he might be able to put up some kind of fight.
'Actually, I've never fought before, so I don't really know...'
Still, Mu-jae couldn't recklessly touch his Life Force Value because of what he'd experienced five days ago when his Life Force Value was 34% and his Combat Power Value was 1%.
That day, Mu-jae had coughed up blood for the first time in his life. And he learned how painful and disgusting coughing up blood was.
This body would vomit blood if the Life Force Value dropped below 35%.
To exaggerate a bit, wouldn't he be crossing the River Styx if he stubbed his toe on a corner a month from now?
Tension rose, and his grip tightened on the doorknob.
'No, I decided to think positively as much as possible!'
Mu-jae opened the door as slowly as possible, trying to guess the identity of the visitor he was about to meet.
'Who usually gets the most visits?'
He didn't know, since he didn't have any friends who had been to prison, and he'd never even been near a prison, let alone visited one. Still, in a fleeting moment, Mu-jae came up with a new answer.
'Could it be, a lover?!'
At the same time, he caught sight of his first visitor through the slightly opened door. A man was sitting alone in a room that looked like a cafeteria, not a visiting room separated by a glass barrier like in the movies.
'...If this is Mu-jae's type, he really has high standards.’
The person Mu-jae saw could only be described as 'handsome.' So handsome that you wondered if someone like that could even exist in the world. Mu-jae had never seen anyone like that before.
Soft white hair, distinct features drawn like lines, and bright red eyes were enough to illuminate his face without any other accessories. On top of that, he had completed a white suit that you might wear to a wedding with just his face.
'Did God reform beauty when he made him? He's really creatively handsome.'
The man smiled slightly at Mu-jae, who was standing there blankly without realizing it.
"Si Mu-jae. What are you doing, not coming in?"
It seemed that God had meticulously sculpted his voice as well.
Mu-jae briefly forgot that the God who created all things here was his ex.
"Oh, ah."
Anyway, Mu-jae finally came to his senses, closed the door, and walked towards the man. Then he sat across from the man and tried to remember if there was a handsome man like this among the characters he knew.
-..........is handsome.
- Yeah.
- .........is also... but he's handsome.
- Huh?
- He's a... handsome man!
- Uh-huh? You said you didn't like hunters because there were too many... aren't there too many handsome men too?
- Why would I write about someone ugly?
He tried to remember, but they were all handsome, so he couldn't tell them apart.
".........”
“.........”
Sitting alone in the spacious visiting room, it was eerily quiet.
Tap, tap, tap.
When Mu-jae kept his mouth shut, the man's fingers tapped regularly on the table.
'Say something!'
He felt like he was going to suffocate and die. After five minutes that felt like five months, the man finally spoke first.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Sorry, but no. Because the one here right now isn't the real Si Mu-jae.
"Or do you not want to talk to me?”
Sorry again, but I don't even know who you are. So I don't know if I should use polite language or casual language.
"Si Mu-jae."
"Uh."
Mu-jae opened his mouth for the first time, using the only word he could answer.
Not 'yeah' or 'yes,' but 'uh.' Hopefully, he could get away with that.
Mu-jae praised himself for his amazing quick thinking.
"Haa... okay. I'll just let the accident from two months ago slide, so let's talk."
"Uh, let's."
But could you tell me what the accident from two months ago was? And if possible, it would be nice if you could introduce yourself too.
Mu-jae swallowed the questions he couldn't bring himself to ask and focused all his attention on the man's mouth. He needed a hint to figure out who the man was, anything would do.
Then, the man rested his chin on his hand and subtly scanned Mu-jae's gaze. His red eyes were slightly covered by his eyelids, and his lips formed an arc.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to kiss me or something?”
"What, no. I don't want to."
The automatic answer brought a different kind of silence than before. Mu-jae wasn't particularly perceptive, but he was sure this time.
He was screwed.
He was definitely screwed. The truth that came out in an instant at the absurd question couldn't be taken back.
He was definitely on his guard. So it was all because the man's face was too handsome. To shake someone's mind with his face, whoever he was, he was an incredible guy.
"Why don't you want to?"
Then Cheong-mun asked.
'Why??'
Was this the right situation to ask that? Mu-jae revised his opinion of the handsome man in front of him to an incredible and somewhat strange guy.
"...Not my type."
He answered because he was asked, but he didn't know if it was okay to say that. But what could he do? He couldn't make up a lie about why he didn't like someone whose name he didn't even know yet.
Someone too handsome is overwhelming.
"Hmm.”
Cheong-mun made a short humming sound after hearing Mu-jae's answer.
'Can I pass out right away if I transfer my Life Force Value?'
***
'How interesting.'
Lee Cheong-mun, the representative of the Anti-Villain Corps, the Hunter Association, felt surprised for the first time in a long time.
'He doesn't say anything about himself.'
Why was he suddenly saying this?
Cheong-mun could extract at least two pieces of information from what Mu-jae had just said.
One was that Si Mu-jae had experience with dating. The other was that he had a preference for men. He had never learned so much about 'Si Mu-jae' in all the years he had known him as he had today.
'So he's okay with other men, but not me?'
He specifically mentioned his type, so it was certain.
This was a judgment that came from an enormous confidence in his own appearance. It would have looked unsightly on anyone else, but the moment it was Lee Cheong-mun, it became a valid opinion.
"You're the first person to be picky about my face."
Cheong-mun said playfully.
"I'm a little hurt."
"Are you my lover?"
"Are you the type to treat your lover well?”
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