Shreya

“[A portion of the audience members are getting really curious about the taste of ‘Murim dumplings’.]

I sensed Yu Jung-Hyeok [999] flinch ever so slightly on my shoulder.

In the meantime, I handed the dumplings over to Shin Yu-Seung and Yu Jung-Hyeok as well.

The latter frowned and shook his head. “I don’t eat food made by other people.”

“Other people didn’t make this.”

He seemed deeply puzzled by that. Most likely, he had no idea what I was talking about. He then glared at the [Murim dumpling] resting before his eyes with some suspicion, but eventually made up his mind and cautiously reached out to it.

And very slowly, so very slowly, as if he was studying his new enemy, brought the dumpling near his nose.

“….This aroma??”

That’s right, eat that damn dumpling, you bastard.

Yu Jung-Hyeok continued his pained deliberation over and over again, and in the end, brought the dumpling towards his lips very slowly. As if he was tearing into the neck of the enemy commander, he took a small bite out of it.”
― Singshong (싱숑)

“I smiled at him. “You are late, Yoo Jonghyuk.”
― Singshong, 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]

“It doesn't matter what gender, race or world you originated from. It doesn't matter if you are strong or weak, famous or not famous. Anything is okay. What I am looking for is passion. I hope you have the passion to see the end of this damn story with me."

- Kim Dokja”
― Singshong, 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]

“I am Yoo Jonghyuk.”

The coldest and loneliest voice in the world. The sleeping prince had finally woken up from his deep sleep.

“And you shall die here.”
― Singshong, 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]