I Possessed The Villain In a Hunter Novel And It Fits Me Perfectly Chapter 102

As soon as we sat on the sofa, Im Haekyung started chattering like he was genuinely delighted.

“Honestly, this is my first ti asking for consent like this before using it. To be fair, I’ve never t anyone as peculiar and incomprehensible as you.”

“......”

“Oh—and I’m curious if it’s an organization doing it, or if there’s a higher-rank ntal Awakened above .”

Didn’t seem like the talkative type, but he was clearly hyped. Well, he is the curious sort.

Right before activating his skill, he stared at and said sothing out of nowhere.

“Truth is, I’m hoping for sothing.”

“Hoping?”

“Yeah.”

Strange preface for ntal Domination, isn’t it? I stayed quiet, waiting for him to say what he was hoping for, but instead of explaining, he just trailed off.

“If possible... I hope what I’m expecting is right.”

The hell is he on about? Before I could ask, he fired the skill.

ntal Domination (S) activates.

'Feels the sa this ti too.'

I wanted to say it was unpleasant, but honestly it wasn’t; it just gave that odd sense of letting soone else steer my words and actions.

ntal Strength (S) nullifies ntal Domination (S).

ntal Strength (S) activates.

A penalty occurs due to rank disparity with the caster of ntal Domination (S).

My ntal Strength moved fast to block his skill, but again, the rank gap slapped a penalty on . Watching my face, he asked,

“How do you feel?”

“Like I’m being controlled...”

“A little like that, yes.”

He smiled lightly, then went back to a blank face.

“Then shall we lightly restore so erased mories?”

“...What?”

'Restore mories?'

That’s not possible in the first place. He was right about one thing: there is a restriction on my mind. I had penalties to prove it.

But there are no erased mories to restore, so wouldn’t this be a waste of ti again?

Before I voiced it, he asked first.

“When was the very first mont the restriction kicked in?”

The very first mont? Obviously the day I crossed over here—that is, when I awakened...

'No, coming at it like this isn’t going to yield anything—'

ntal Domination (S) activates.

“Think it through in more detail. Do you rember who did it? If you can’t say it, just rember it. Was the restriction compulsory... under threat, or voluntary? Do you rember everything, or did parts get lost?”

“...Hold on.”

“You can think of it as light hypnosis if that helps.”

In an instant, sothing surged through my head. Information? No—that felt more like mories.

'What is this?'

I inhaled as scenes skimd past.

Gate outbreak. Society in chaos. Corpses everywhere... not just a string of words. Standing on red earth, felling a beast, rummaging through a corpse, artifacts splattered on the ground with flesh.

Images flooded my mind in a heartbeat.

'Whose mories are these?'

One thing for sure—they weren’t mine. The Gate in the mory wasn’t one I’d ever entered. At best, the only Gates I’d gone into here were...

Wait.

'Am I sure they’re not mine?'

If they’re soone else’s, that’s logical—but that actually makes it stranger. Am I subconsciously visualizing the “original novel” I read? But the scenes were far too specific.

While my thoughts scattered, Haekyung offered a nudge.

“Don’t get buried in side thoughts. Focus.”

“Ugh...”

ntal Suppression (S) activates.

Layers stacked. My scattered thoughts narrowed to a single point. All the scenes and questions blinked out, leaving only the question he’d thrown .

It was a peculiar sensation of complete ntal takeover, and the way it left almost no psychological resistance was impressive. Even that thought was wiped out at once.

So, the thing I had to focus on...

'When did the restriction occur?'

Heat prickled under my nose. I knew this sensation too well now. Never thought I’d get used to it, but I’ve bled from the nose here more often than I haven’t...

At the sa ti, a warning window ca into view.

'Penalty, huh.'

I expected it.

Warning.

Do not damage caus—■—ality.

But it didn’t stop there—the Status Window text began to rearrange itself in front of my eyes.

Inappropriate access.

'What?'

“Inappropriate access?” I’d never seen that line before. My thoughts were a ss. The flashing window, the questions crowding my skull, and those mories humming under it all like background noise...

Amid that, the sensation of sothing brushing my philtrum was vivid. Haekyung wiped my blood with his thumb and ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) clicked his tongue.

“Your body’s a ss.”

“...Ah.”

“But you won’t die... so, it’s fine, right?”

'This son of a bitch—what is that even supposed to an.'

He stopped dabbing the blood, took my cheek, and tilted my head up. The data in my head and the visuals in front of tangled, making my sight swim.

Through that blur, his eyes caught mine.

Looking down at , he smiled and whispered,

“A touch of pain helps clarify the mind.”

With that, a terrible sensation—my mind being crushed—ripped through .

***

I fought to open my eyes. Obvious, since you have to open them to see.

Realizing they were already open ca next.

'What is this?'

Darkness in every direction. No sense of distance or volu. I thought my feet were on a floor, but the second I recognized “floor,” it felt wrong.

A Status Window appeared in front of .

Inappropriate access.

Sa ssage as before.

No clue what I had accessed “inappropriately.” Felt like getting walloped in the back of the head, though calling it pain didn’t quite fit.

It was more like a piece of my mind had popped off.

'So this is my unconscious?'

I decided to talk to the Status Window for the first ti in a while.

“Let’s talk.”

Switching to 1:1 system chat mode.

“Phew...”

The lone flicker of the window sat still, as if waiting for my questions. Where to start? After a mont’s thought, I spoke.

“Where is this?”

system: A temporary space to block abnormal access.

“Teleport?”

system: Only non-material ntal access is allowed.

So like before, my body’s probably slumped in front of Haekyung.

“What do you an by abnormal access? Access to what—my unconscious?”

system: Access to deleted runs.

Deleted runs? What bullshit is that? My life can’t have “runs.” This is my first ti.

“What... fuck, get your admin. Don’t give crap about deleted runs. Where would those even be?”

What had Haekyung asked again? Restrictions—when the penalty first appeared.

The system text flipped in a blink.

¡Error detected!

Recalibrating...

...

Complete!

What is this thing even doing? The window blinked, repeating that it was recalibrating the error.

“Cut it out. I’m trying to access the zero-th run I saw with Kwon Taehan back then, you piece of—”

system: ......

“It’s ‘Seo Jehyun’s’ mory—so why can’t I access it? Give access first, then I’ll figure it out.”

The more I thought about it, the more pissed I got. It wasn’t enough to drop here overnight; it slapped penalties on everything I tried. How’s anyone supposed to stay motivated?

“If this really is Kwon Taehan’s fifth run, I’m not doing patty-cake with him like in the original. You said I only need to reach an ending within causal limits, right? Then provide the information properly.”

I argued logically; the system, as always, sluggishly morphed its letters.

system: This information was blocked by ‘Seo Jehyun.’

'What the hell. You obsolete hunk of junk.'

Does it an the original Seo Jehyun? Then are the “original” Seo Jehyun and I entirely separate selves?

“Ah—speak properly, for fuck’s sake! Get your admin out here. Do I have to argue with a machine? If you’re going to talk, at least talk straight!”

Couldn’t even punch this shitty relic. Was this God’s idea of a prank on ?

“What do you an Seo Jehyun blocked it? I’m Seo Jehyun. Who else is there?”

system: Repeated runs may cause the self to split.

“Yeah, I get that repeated runs can wreck your mind, but this is my first ti.”

Then a thought shot through .

'Unless... it isn’t?'

Kwon Taehan kept his mories through regressions—but what if I didn’t? What if that created a kind of gap...

'And the fact that it’s awkwardly the fifth run is bugging too.'

“...Is this not my first ti?”

I asked it like talking to myself. The letters wiped and reford slowly.

system: That question cannot be answered.

You little—

Cooling my head, even that answer felt like a hint. Maybe I needed to doubt my own “common sense” and mories.

'Or it could just an the original Seo Jehyun and I are separate.'

Honestly, I preferred that. I don’t like the idea of unknown mories—just thinking about it leaves a filthy taste.

The window flashed.

Ending 1:1 system chat mode.

“Hey, we’re not done.”

It didn’t stop at “end.” The Status Window crashed, the chat vanished, and another familiar window ca up.

Warning.

Viewing deleted runs may incur penalties depending on effects to the mind, including minor pain, internal injury, hemoptysis, lowering of rank, bodily abnormalities, or death followed by regression.

“What?”

Why was a warning now? And unlike the earlier “don’t break causality” notice, this one was about viewing deleted runs.

And viewing deleted runs carries penalties? I don’t even know what a deleted run is yet.

But the chat was forcibly closed; no more answers were coming. I scanned the penalty list quickly and asked,

“How far down that list are we talking?”

Would you like to view the deleted runs?

“No, I’m asking how far down—”

If we’re being generous, I could handle hemoptysis. Beyond that, it was better not to proceed. But of course, this system doesn’t communicate.

Viewing approved.

“Fuck you, I didn’t approve it!”

Right after, against my will, the all-black view washed out to white in an instant.