Lee Hyeon-Seong gave it his all as he stabbed Jonprich's anus. Although it was only for a brief moment, Hyeon-Seong felt as if he had entered the Trance Realm. Exhaling a heated breath, he unconsciously let his true feelings slip.0

“How does it feel?” Hyeon-Seong asked.13

Jonprich trembled as if shocked by electricity. Jonprich was unable to scream, and his eyes turned a shade of red that went beyond bloodshot, morphing into the color of ripe tomatoes.0

“Urghh… Uck…. Eeek…”2

Jonprich emitted groans that were barely considered groans—it was the most he could muster after he was overwhelmed by Hyeon-Seong’s madness. Jonprich himself had conducted innumerable experiments on others, but even he himself never had the audacity to ask his test subjects how they felt. Such a question went beyond the bounds of morality, venturing into the grotesque.1

However, the “How does it feel” was not intended for Jonprich. Instead, it was aimed at Cha Jin-Hyeok, who was frowning slightly.0

‘Wow,’ Jin-Hyeok thought to himself, his mood darkening a notch.0

‘Stealing my spotlight just like that?’0

This was a clear violation of their respective Jobs. Interviews were the domains of Streamers, not Swordsmen.3

‘Why can’t we respect each other’s domains?’1

Jin-Hyeok’s lips moved to form these words, but no sound emerged. Hyeon-Seong, whose focus had entirely shifted to...0