Yoon Seoho leaned back slightly, gazing down intently at Seo Yuan, who was resting heavily against his shoulder.
This time, he hadn’t taken the wheel himself; they were traveling with a personal chauffeur.
One of his trusted sub-secretaries was currently occupying the driver’s seat.
Since the man belonged to his own family line and had already been locked under a double-layered hypnotic seal, there was absolutely zero risk of any leaks or rumors escaping into the public.
Perhaps due to the exhausting ordeal that had transpired in the bathroom this morning, Seo Yuan had been dozing off like a sick, lethargic bird from the exact moment he stepped into the vehicle.
Rather than shaking him awake, Yoon Seoho simply massaged the youth’s fragile shoulder with a slow, soothing touch, thoroughly soaking in the ambient serenity.
The trajectory of his mood was still tracking a steep upward curve.
Ever since he had stumbled upon Seo Yuan, there hadn’t been a single fraction of a second where he didn’t feel thoroughly entertained.
“I wonder what brand of parasites crawled into my gates today.”
In stark contrast to his dark, derogatory choice of words, his voice was deceptively smooth and velvety.
A steady, uninterrupted influx of fresh converts was streaming into the cult every single day.
Today, a new batch of initiates was scheduled to attend the weekend service, explicitly to catch their very first glimpse of the divine Cult Leader.
The singular reason Yoon Seoho was currently escorting Seo Yuan to the grand headquarters was to facilitate this weekend service.
The standard weekday services were held twice daily, whereas the monumental weekend gathering convened only once, strictly on Sundays.
Of all these assemblies, the weekend service was the exclusive event where the Cult Leader made a personal appearance.
He looked down at Seo Yuan, who had transitioned from a light nod into a deep, heavy slumber.
Beneath the long, sweeping shadow of his eyelashes, his prominent, crimson lips looked tantalizingly plump and inviting.
The moment Yoon Seoho casually tapped the surface of those lips with his index finger, a tiny, incoherent mumble slipped from Seo Yuan’s throat.
“Mmmh…….”
“Yeah, my bad. Go back to sleep.”
Yoon Seoho patted the youth’s chest a couple of times to soothe him back into his rest before flicking his wrist to check his smartwatch.
[Guilt / Corruption Level: 0%]
It was an absolute, mathematical impossibility.
Ever since he had awakened as an Esper, this was a numerical value he had never once encountered in his entire life. Yoon Seoho let out a sudden, breathless chuckle.
Even though he had already verified this data earlier in the morning, looking at it again still left him thoroughly flabbergasted.
He had never imagined he would live to see a pristine metric like this with his own eyes; it was nothing short of a miracle.
No, it was the living definition of a miracle itself.
With a touch so delicate it was as if he were handling a priceless artifact, Yoon Seoho gently traced the smooth contours of Seo Yuan’s face.
His mind spun at a frantic, calculated pace, mapping out exactly how to entangle and bind the prize in his arms even more securely.
If he choked the boy out, cutting off his air completely, the youth might desperately thrash and find a way to slip through his fingers.
Consequently, he had to engineer an environment where the boy would remain entirely oblivious to the fact that he was locked inside a glass fishbowl.
He had to trick him into believing this confined space was a vast, infinite ocean; only then would he never harbor a stray thought of escaping for eternity.
He had no idea what human template had been utilized to construct this physical vessel, but the current Seo Yuan possessed an inherently docile, remarkably gentle temperament.
He didn’t offer any fierce resistance, and even when a point of confusion arose, he never dug his heels in or turned obstinate.
Furthermore, the boy didn’t seem to possess a brain that operated at a twisted, abnormal capacity like Yoon Seoho’s own.
Yet, he didn’t look dense either.
His intellect appeared to sit comfortably at an average baseline, while his moral compass was aligned explicitly with pure good.
Because of this setup, it was highly likely he would effortlessly extend a hand of salvation to the desperate parasites begging for mercy.
Though he had appeared temporarily startled by the sudden title of Cult Leader, he didn’t seem to harbor any deep-seated rebellion toward the position itself.
Yoon Seoho felt as though he were receiving a massive, total compensation for the suffocating, chronic boredom he had endured his entire life.
Every single variable was spinning entirely in his favor—starting from the flawless timing of his initial discovery of Seo Yuan straight down to this very second.
Yoon Seoho fully intended to clamp a iron grip over the monumental stroke of luck that had been dropped into his lap.
He was fundamentally different from the parasites crawling across the earth.
How could an apex entity like himself ever be categorized on the same level as those low-grade, bottom-feeding organisms?
He had absolutely zero desire to return to a miserable existence where he merely dragged out his days hand-to-mouth like those broken defects.
Now that this priceless artifact was securely locked in his hands, there was absolutely nothing that could pose a problem.
His face twisting into a dark, shadowy smirk, Yoon Seoho pulled the deeply sleeping youth firmly against his chest.
Even through the shifting weight, Seo Yuan remained entirely dead to the world, snoring softly in his embrace.
He tightly bound the boy’s limp frame, which felt as completely drained as a young puppy that had been marched through an exhausting, hours-long walk.
“We have arrived, Young Master.”
The moment the vehicle glided to a halt and the secretary’s voice drifted through the partition, Yoon Seoho waited for a brief second before the passenger door was pulled open from the outside.
Carrying Seo Yuan securely in his arms, Yoon Seoho stepped out of the luxury sedan and walked down a familiar, secluded path leading around to the rear of the grand complex.
Arriving before the heavy door of the executive security sector, he cleared the biometric fingerprint and iris scanners in rapid succession before passing through the threshold.
The secretary trailed closely at his heels.
Typically, Yoon Seoho never permitted his personal staff to shadow him during live worship services, but today was a definitive exception.
Today marked the momentous occasion where Seo Yuan would unveil his presence before the mass congregation for the very first time as their supreme deity.
Of course, within the altered minds of the devotees, Seo Yuan had been their singular Cult Leader since the dawn of the order.
Yoon Seoho merely desired for Seo Yuan to faithfully execute the duties of the religious figurehead dropped into his lap.
Only by doing so would the youth remain entirely incapable of breaking free, even if he were to realize much later down the line that a heavy iron leash had been permanently snapped around his neck.
“You had better escort him with absolute, flawless precision. If a single variable disrupts my timeline, there’s no telling what I might do to you.”
Yoon Seoho leaned back slightly, gazing down intently at Seo Yuan, who was resting heavily against his shoulder.
This time, he hadn’t taken the wheel himself; they were traveling with a personal chauffeur.
One of his trusted sub-secretaries was currently occupying the driver’s seat.
Since the man belonged to his own family line and had already been locked under a double-layered hypnotic seal, there was absolutely zero risk of any leaks or rumors escaping into the public.
Perhaps due to the exhausting ordeal that had transpired in the bathroom this morning, Seo Yuan had been dozing off like a sick, lethargic bird from the exact moment he stepped into the vehicle.
Rather than shaking him awake, Yoon Seoho simply massaged the youth’s fragile shoulder with a slow, soothing touch, thoroughly soaking in the ambient serenity.
The trajectory of his mood was still tracking a steep upward curve.
Ever since he had stumbled upon Seo Yuan, there hadn’t been a single fraction of a second where he didn’t feel thoroughly entertained.
“I wonder what brand of parasites crawled into my gates today.”
In stark contrast to his dark, derogatory choice of words, his voice was deceptively smooth and velvety.
A steady, uninterrupted influx of fresh converts was streaming into the cult every single day.
Today, a new batch of initiates was scheduled to attend the weekend service, explicitly to catch their very first glimpse of the divine Cult Leader.
The singular reason Yoon Seoho was currently escorting Seo Yuan to the grand headquarters was to facilitate this weekend service.
The standard weekday services were held twice daily, whereas the monumental weekend gathering convened only once, strictly on Sundays.
Of all these assemblies, the weekend service was the exclusive event where the Cult Leader made a personal appearance.
He looked down at Seo Yuan, who had transitioned from a light nod into a deep, heavy slumber.
Beneath the long, sweeping shadow of his eyelashes, his prominent, crimson lips looked tantalizingly plump and inviting.
The moment Yoon Seoho casually tapped the surface of those lips with his index finger, a tiny, incoherent mumble slipped from Seo Yuan’s throat.
“Mmmh…….”
“Yeah, my bad. Go back to sleep.”
Yoon Seoho patted the youth’s chest a couple of times to soothe him back into his rest before flicking his wrist to check his smartwatch.
[Guilt / Corruption Level: 0%]
It was an absolute, mathematical impossibility.
Ever since he had awakened as an Esper, this was a numerical value he had never once encountered in his entire life. Yoon Seoho let out a sudden, breathless chuckle.
Even though he had already verified this data earlier in the morning, looking at it again still left him thoroughly flabbergasted.
He had never imagined he would live to see a pristine metric like this with his own eyes; it was nothing short of a miracle.
No, it was the living definition of a miracle itself.
With a touch so delicate it was as if he were handling a priceless artifact, Yoon Seoho gently traced the smooth contours of Seo Yuan’s face.
His mind spun at a frantic, calculated pace, mapping out exactly how to entangle and bind the prize in his arms even more securely.
If he choked the boy out, cutting off his air completely, the youth might desperately thrash and find a way to slip through his fingers.
Consequently, he had to engineer an environment where the boy would remain entirely oblivious to the fact that he was locked inside a glass fishbowl.
He had to trick him into believing this confined space was a vast, infinite ocean; only then would he never harbor a stray thought of escaping for eternity.
He had no idea what human template had been utilized to construct this physical vessel, but the current Seo Yuan possessed an inherently docile, remarkably gentle temperament.
He didn’t offer any fierce resistance, and even when a point of confusion arose, he never dug his heels in or turned obstinate.
Furthermore, the boy didn’t seem to possess a brain that operated at a twisted, abnormal capacity like Yoon Seoho’s own.
Yet, he didn’t look dense either.
His intellect appeared to sit comfortably at an average baseline, while his moral compass was aligned explicitly with pure good.
Because of this setup, it was highly likely he would effortlessly extend a hand of salvation to the desperate parasites begging for mercy.
Though he had appeared temporarily startled by the sudden title of Cult Leader, he didn’t seem to harbor any deep-seated rebellion toward the position itself.
Yoon Seoho felt as though he were receiving a massive, total compensation for the suffocating, chronic boredom he had endured his entire life.
Every single variable was spinning entirely in his favor—starting from the flawless timing of his initial discovery of Seo Yuan straight down to this very second.
Yoon Seoho fully intended to clamp a iron grip over the monumental stroke of luck that had been dropped into his lap.
He was fundamentally different from the parasites crawling across the earth.
How could an apex entity like himself ever be categorized on the same level as those low-grade, bottom-feeding organisms?
He had absolutely zero desire to return to a miserable existence where he merely dragged out his days hand-to-mouth like those broken defects.
Now that this priceless artifact was securely locked in his hands, there was absolutely nothing that could pose a problem.
His face twisting into a dark, shadowy smirk, Yoon Seoho pulled the deeply sleeping youth firmly against his chest.
Even through the shifting weight, Seo Yuan remained entirely dead to the world, snoring softly in his embrace.
He tightly bound the boy’s limp frame, which felt as completely drained as a young puppy that had been marched through an exhausting, hours-long walk.
“We have arrived, Young Master.”
The moment the vehicle glided to a halt and the secretary’s voice drifted through the partition, Yoon Seoho waited for a brief second before the passenger door was pulled open from the outside.
Carrying Seo Yuan securely in his arms, Yoon Seoho stepped out of the luxury sedan and walked down a familiar, secluded path leading around to the rear of the grand complex.
Arriving before the heavy door of the executive security sector, he cleared the biometric fingerprint and iris scanners in rapid succession before passing through the threshold.
The secretary trailed closely at his heels.
Typically, Yoon Seoho never permitted his personal staff to shadow him during live worship services, but today was a definitive exception.
Today marked the momentous occasion where Seo Yuan would unveil his presence before the mass congregation for the very first time as their supreme deity.
Of course, within the altered minds of the devotees, Seo Yuan had been their singular Cult Leader since the dawn of the order.
Yoon Seoho merely desired for Seo Yuan to faithfully execute the duties of the religious figurehead dropped into his lap.
Only by doing so would the youth remain entirely incapable of breaking free, even if he were to realize much later down the line that a heavy iron leash had been permanently snapped around his neck.
“You had better escort him with absolute, flawless precision. If a single variable disrupts my timeline, there’s no telling what I might do to you.”
