Of course he’s fucking around…! 

Kang Chul-In realized that he had fallen into a trap when the Ectoplasm Oversuit enveloped his body. He tried to gather all his mana to resist. 

• It’s futile.

You bastard…! 

• As long as you have the Ectoplasm Oversuit on, you have to witness my memories.

…? 

• Judging from your personality, you won’t ever listen to me. Thus, I had to resort to such trickery. Blame it on your own shitty temper, you scum.

The pot was calling the kettle black. Who was telling Kang Chul-In that his personality is atrocious? 

• Don’t worry.

Crazy bastard… you think I will buy that? 

• You shall see. Well then, hope you learn something from this experience. Ah, just to add...

…? 

• Beings that share the same soul can’t possess each other’s body, in case you are worried that I will take control of your body...

What a joke. 

• ...!

You taking over my body? That’s the shittiest thing I’ve ever heard. 

• What a temper...

The Emperor of Blood and Iron blurred his sentence, as if he was too tired to respond. 

• Anyways, judge for yourself. A present is a present...

Shut the fuck up!

• I shall excuse myself then… ahem...

That was the end. The Emperor of Blood and Iron’s voice could...