The Grave of the Evil God
Fear only exists when you have something precious.
If you have nothing, then there is nothing to fear.
It is because there is something you don’t want to lose that fear is born.
In that sense… this might be the most fearful moment of his life.
“Haa…”
Juhwan let out a light breath as he pressed down on his heavy chest, as if a stone were sitting on it.
He knew there was nothing in that forest where the Evil God had been sealed. There would be no physical danger.
But… what if something changed because of what he learned there?
That was what frightened him.
He wanted to close his eyes and turn away.
He wanted to remain simply Kim Juhwan—a trivial commoner.Liz’s husband. Dorothy’s father.
If only he could live like that.
Juhwan inhaled deeply.
Liz, who knew nothing, suddenly looked at…
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