Chapter 102

Other than that, there was no reason for Miu to dig up his personal contact information and reach out to him directly.

Yeonhoo stared at the message with a slightly pale face before carefully replying.

❮myYoung❤⠇

Yeah, that’s me..

Wh

What’s going on??

The incident with Kwon Mieon had briefly pushed it out of his mind, but now the thought returned, and beads of sweat began forming on Yeonhoo’s forehead.

What if he asks how I recognized him? No, before that... what if he reports me? What am I supposed to say then?

He paced around the entrance, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Should I just say I saw the phone at the café? But wouldn’t that sound even stranger? What if he accuses me of stalking him?

All kinds of wild scenarios filled his head, and just as his trembling fingers struggled to type a response—

❮myYoung❤⠇

I don’t really have anything to say

I just wanted to contact Momo directly

I searched through the information and managed to find you

Yeonhoo blinked, then let out a relieved sigh.

He didn’t hear it.

Thankfully, it did not seem to be because he had called him Ms. Miyoung.

❮myYoung❤⠇

The information was originally private

but I dug through it and contacted you anyway

I was just curious what Momo was doing

The game messenger is slow, right?

So what are you doing right now?

Are you playing the game?

Or are you working?

What are you doing?

......Huh?

Yeonhoo stared blankly at the barrage of question marks that followed like a bomber dropping explosives.

These were not the kinds of questions Miu usually asked.

Miu normally only talked about the game, so the fact that he was asking personal questions was strange enough.

❮myYoung❤⠇

Why aren’t you answering?

Even the way he urged for a reply felt different.

Yeonhoo hesitated at this unfamiliar side of Miu, then carefully typed back.

❮myYoung❤⠇

Ah sorry!!

I was just thinking for a second

Are we playing again later?

I think I’m going to rest todayㅠㅠ

Normally, they probably would have played again that evening, but perhaps meeting Kwon Mieon had drained him.

Feeling slightly exhausted, Yeonhoo trudged toward the bedroom, intending to take a nap first.

It feels strangely different talking through messages.

He was used to seeing nothing but blood-covered game chat windows, so talking through a private messenger like this gave him a completely different feeling.

❮myYoung❤⠇

Ah..

What are you doing?

Did you switch over?

He’s cute.

Yeonhoo had completely forgotten that he had just said he disliked obsessive people.

Instead, he simply stared at the screen with a silly smile.

He still was not used to Miu asking him so many detailed questions and trying to keep the conversation going, but somehow, he found it cute.

❮myYoung❤⠇

How could I switch overㅠㅠ

I’ll log in right away!!!!

??

I didn’t mean you had to come in right now

Oh no then when should I log in

.........

Miu?

Are you annoyed?

Huh? Annoyed?

Why aren’t you annoyed?

Huh???

No

Ah

Wait a second

<img alt="typing.png" src="https://webview-cache.ridibooks.com/3302049141/epub/images/Images/typing.png"/>

The typing indicator remained for a while.

Then, completely out of nowhere, a message arrived.

❮myYoung❤⠇

(link)

What is this? A game marketplace link?

Yeonhoo clicked the address that had suddenly appeared.

He blinked.

This isn’t Zombie Village.

The moment the website loaded, what appeared was an excessively vivid page with colors so saturated they almost hurt his eyes.

A waterfall that looked obviously artificial.

Light pouring down from the sky.

And in the center, an old man in a white suit smiling benevolently.

Above his head were the words:

Holy Light Eternal Life Source Purification Society (聖光永生 源泉淨化會)

Holy Light Eternal Life... what?

Yeonhoo froze as he read the description below. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Is your soul not rotten? Burn it away with holy light (聖光), cleanse it with source water (源泉水), and board the 144,000-person train to eternal life.

Then a popup appeared before him.

<img alt="internet.png" src="https://webview-cache.ridibooks.com/3302049141/epub/images/Images/internet.png"/>

[Notice] 7th Eternal Water Distribution Gathering

Required items: White top, donation envelope, clean glass bottle

Detailed location...

What am I looking at right now?

Completely bewildered, Yeonhoo pressed the back button and returned to the message window.

❮myYoung❤⠇

myYoung♥ has withdrawn the message.

The message had disappeared as though nothing had happened.

❮myYoung❤⠇

I accidentally sent you a place I like

Yeonhoo stared at the message in confusion.

Calling it a place Ms. Miyoung liked felt strange.

The obviously fake-looking visuals were overwhelming.

❮myYoung❤⠇

You believe in something like that..?

Why?

Is there a problem?ㅎㅎ

Yeonhoo hesitated at the strange response before quickly replying.

❮myYoung❤⠇

No wonder the scenery looked nice!!ㅎㅎ

?The scenery????

Yeah yeah

The old man also has a good face

??????

Anyway, can I log into the game now??

What???

You’re going to play with me?

Huh??

You said we should!!

That’s the place I like though;;

Yeah yeah

But?

You’re okay after seeing that??

Do you even know what that is???

Miu seemed confused, but Yeonhoo was not an idiot either.

A cult?

Anyone could tell it was a suspicious religious website.

I mention cults to Kwon Mieon, and then immediately end up seeing something like this. Is this that law of attraction thing or whatever?

The thought was so absurd that Yeonhoo chuckled and shrugged.

❮myYoung❤⠇

What can I do

But what could he do?

Even if that was the kind of religion Miu liked, what of it?

I can just donate a lot of money, I guess.

Yeonhoo had said he disliked such things, but when it came to someone he liked, his ability to accept things was unusually broad.

❮myYoung❤⠇

Because it’s something Miu likes!! I respect it

No but who would li

Yes

No

Like

Ah;

That can happen!!

Lol....this is insane

Miu did not respond for a long time.

Instead of asking when they should enter the game, he sent something else.

❮myYoung❤⠇

Momo, you don’t find me creepy?

I dug up your number and contacted you

And I send weird things

......Did something happen?

Maybe while searching for VITA, which had moved to another server, Miu had been under tremendous stress.

Thinking that, Yeonhoo felt a little sorry for him.

At times like this, what someone needed was unconditional support and encouragement.

❮myYoung❤⠇

Everything Miu does is fine with me!

Yeonhoo replied with all his effort, hoping to comfort him.

❮myYoung❤⠇

It’s not creepy at all

Actually

Actually...

Yeonhoo, who had been typing without hesitation, stopped.

As if waiting for this exact moment, Miu immediately grabbed onto it.

❮myYoung❤⠇

Actually what?

You mean it’s even creepier??

ㅎㅎ

Right?

You mean creepy is the correct word, right?

Tell me quickly

Am I creepy??

Was it just his imagination?

Why did Miu seem like he wanted to hear that he was creepy?

❮myYoung❤⠇

No, of course not!

It’s actually good!!!

ㅎㅎ

I like everything Miu does!!!

But Yeonhoo could never bring himself to tell Miu that he was creepy.

So he quickly denied it.

However, no reply came.

He read it?

The read receipt was there, but even after Yeonhoo reached the bedroom and sat down on the bed, no answer arrived.

After waiting for a long time, the reply finally came.

It felt strangely pointed.

❮myYoung❤⠇

What do you like?

You don’t even know what kind of person I am

The words felt like they had thorns.

Almost like resentment.

Why wouldn’t I know who Miu is?

Yeonhoo was not hurt by it.

Who was he, after all?

Someone who knew Miu’s real identity—Ms. Miyoung.

Thinking that Miyoung’s confidence had dropped, Yeonhoo hurriedly tried to praise him.

❮myYoung❤⠇

Huh??? What do you mean I don’t know? Of course I know everything. Miu is amazing in every way, has incredible leadership, is calm and analytical, can do anything, understands ten things once he learns one, explains things well to others, is strong, amazing, and cool—

<img alt="icon.png" src="https://webview-cache.ridibooks.com/3302049141/epub/images/Images/icon.png"/>

......?

Yeonhoo stopped halfway through typing “cool.”

Then he listed the image of Miu that existed in his mind.

Precise physical control. The ability to make quick decisions even in complicated situations. Awareness and intuition. And above all, incredible leadership. The way he played was so captivating that whenever I watched him, I wanted to save every moment...

But then he realized.

The person on the other side was Ms. Miyoung.

Words like cool did not suit her nearly as much as cute, kind, and lovable.

Her small frame.

Her adorable face.

Her gentle way of speaking.

That sunlight-like smile that had been burned into his memory.

The version of Ms. Miyoung I fell for... why is none of that here in this chat window? Am I really describing the same person?

There was no doubt.

Miu was Ms. Miyoung.

And Ms. Miyoung was Miu.

Yet the impressions Yeonhoo had just listed somehow felt completely detached from Ms. Miyoung.

Ding.

At that moment, while Yeonhoo remained lost in complicated thoughts, another message arrived.