“A super nice guy my ass.”

His smile seemed to be asking how Ju-Heon could say something like that with a straight face.

“Which bastard is a super nice guy?”
“Who else? Me. I am as gentle as silk.”

Ju-Heon and the corpse made eye contact.

There were no visible eyes but it wasn’t hard to read the bastard's emotions through the empty holes.

This bastard was laughing. He seemed quite pleased. Was he amused that he was seeing another human of a later generation? Or was he laughing that Ju-Heon had noticed him?

The bastard who was sitting in quite an awkward position started smiling.

"When did you find out?”

Ju-Heon nonchalantly responded to the bastard’s question.

“It was obvious. I could tell from the first time I saw you.”

He seemed to be talking about when he first saw the throne. Others just thought that he was a mummified corpse but Ju-Heon had been able to tell.

‘He feels alive.’

It might have been his natural instincts. His animal-like instincts he had developed facing life and death situations in tombs in addition to the detection ability given to him by the Crow made him very sure of it.

Well, his ability to detect things had been severely decreased after the Crow disappeared, but it was still enough.

“So what is it? Are you acting out a scene in a horror movie where a soul can't depart this world because it has some grudges? I don't care so move your ass out of there.”

The corpse just laughed.

“Unfortunately, I cannot get up from this spot.”
"What's wrong? Did your muscles turn into rubber because you've been sitting on your ass for so long?”

The corpse seemed shocked for a moment before it started smiling viciously.

“Shut up. I mean that I cannot hand this position over to you.”

Chaotic aura started bursting out of his body.

‘!’

It was surprisingly the same kind of evil aura that could be felt from evil god artif...