I was supposed to be a disaster.

At Noya's words, I couldn't say anything.

For a long time, I remained silent. No words came to mind, and time simply passed as I failed to speak.

How much time had passed? I barely managed to pull myself together.

I couldn’t afford to let this slip away. I had to press him for answers, no matter what.

“…What do you mean?”

I held back the tremor in my voice and asked Noya.

“You’re saying that I was supposed to be Zhongyuan’s disaster?”

Zhongyuan’s disaster.

The first was the Blood Demon. The second was my mother.

And then—

‘The third one…’

I looked up at the sky. No, not at empty space, but in the direction where a certain woman had disappeared into the distance.

‘…Wasn’t it Cheonma?’

Cheonma.

The monster that had caused the bloodshed in Zhongyuan. The one who now existed near me.

I wasn’t certain whether she was a disaster or not. But if there was to be a disaster, I had believed it would be Cheonma.

It was inevitable.

It was Cheonma who had caused the bloodshed, and I knew how many had died because of it.

Moreover—

‘Cheonma is related to the Blood Demon.’

Before coming to Mangye, I had learned that she had spoken with the Blood Demon.

If she was connected to the Blood Demon…

‘If there were to be a third disaster, I thought it would be Cheonma…’

But Noya’s words cracked that belief.

No, rather than a mere crack—

‘…They’re reinforcing another possibility.’@@novelbin@@

Grit—!

I clenched my teeth tightly.

Something else.

Something that had taken root deep inside me, slowly growing over time.

Contrary to my belief that Cheonma was the third disaster,

there was another person who fit the description.

Someone just as unusual as Cheonma.

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