I am not a Yandere chapter 162- END OF THE MAIN STORY

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He strode over and grabbed Roran by the arm, pulling him forcefully closer.

There was no composure left on Yeongdeok’s face as he glared into Roran’s eyes.

“Ruined it? No. Even without me, your story was destined to fail. You lacked conviction and let yourself be swayed by others’ opinions.”

“…”

“Moreover, even after entering this story, you showed no real determination. Despite having the power to change things, you wasted it by indulging in PetitRolang’s life like a spectator.”

“…”

“And now, you’re blaming me? If anything, I should be the one complaining about everything I’ve endured because of you….”

Yeongdeok’s brow furrowed deeply before gradually relaxing.

His face twisted into an expression of raw emotion, and Roran involuntarily swallowed, unnerved by the sight.

So this is what true rage feels like, Roran thought.

Not just raised voices or flailing arms, but blood boiling to the point of irrationality.

Yeongdeok’s hand, still gripping Roran’s arm, trembled with the effort to restrain himself.

In the end, however, he suppressed his anger and released him.

“I was curious about your story, but now I realize I don’t need to know. It’s over anyway.”

“…”

“If you have nothing more to say, I’ll head back now.”

Declaring this a waste of time, Yeongdeok turned to leave.

But Roran’s shout stopped him in his tracks.

“…What do you mean, it’s over? I’m still the writer! This world is still a novel, and I’m its creator!”

The rooftop echoed with his frantic denial, drenched in poorly concealed desperation.

Yeongdeok realized that Roran, despite understanding everything, was still running away from the truth.

“Joo Roran.”

Yeongdeok spoke the full name he had once glimpsed on social media or a TV program, his voice clear and deliberate.

“I’ll ask you just one thing.”

“…What is it?”

“Do you… still see me as Cha Dowon?”

As if the question itself were a gunshot, a heavy silence settled between them.

The air grew so still that Roran’s dry swallow was unnervingly audible.

Yeongdeok waited patiently, his expression calm but laced with faint sorrow—a sorrow that struck Roran with sudden fear.

Frantically, Roran searched for the system window that had always clouded his vision, something to confirm this was all just a fictional scenario.

But there was nothing. No reassuring sign of the surreal.

“You… Cha Dowon is…”

Roran’s lips trembled as he struggled to speak, his voice shaking like his gaze.

“Of course…”

A hollow laugh escaped his lips as he weakly affirmed his delusion.

Yeongdeok, hearing this, grabbed Roran’s hand and pressed it against his own neck.

“If you think I’m not real, then kill me. You’ve done it before—just a few keystrokes, and I was gone.”

“…”

“If I’m still just a character to you, it shouldn’t be difficult.”

Roran’s hands trembled against Yeongdeok’s throat.

Up until now, he’d believed everything here was a dream—a long, vivid dream inspired by his novel.

That’s why he’d treated everyone in this world as extras, supporting characters, or protagonists.

For a fleeting moment, Roran pressed harder, as if to actually kill Yeongdeok, but his mind reeled with memories.

He’d first come to the hospital room far earlier than now, during Yeongdeok’s supposed final moments.

No… not Yeongdeok. Cha Dowon.

In the original story, Cha Dowon’s funeral was a desolate affair.

Estranged from his family and without friends except for the protagonist, it was a fitting end for an obsessive, tragic figure—as Roran had written.

But when Roran had opened that hospital door, seeing Jihoon, Eungyeol, and Dalsu at his side, he couldn’t help but think:

Are these really just my novel’s characters?

If Cha Dowon was no longer just a character, Roran couldn’t bring himself to kill him. He was human, after all.

A living, breathing human—how could one human kill another?

The pulse Roran felt against Yeongdeok’s neck was vivid, unmistakable.

Each beat against his skin was a sharp reminder that the man before him was undeniably alive.

“Ha… ha…”

In the end, Roran’s hands slipped away from Yeongdeok’s neck as he collapsed to his knees, unable to bear the weight.

The moment he acknowledged Yeongdeok as human, he had no choice but to accept that this world was no longer the fictional story he’d once controlled.

The overwhelming fear was too much to stand against.

“I… can’t…”

“…”

“Why did you have to become human? Why… Why couldn’t you just stay as a character? Why is this happening to me? I only wanted to succeed as a writer…”

Roran sobbed, shaking his head violently, his despair spilling out.

Watching him break down, Yeongdeok didn’t feel triumph.

Instead, he was reminded that Roran, the creator of this world, was also human.

There’s a saying: revenge begets revenge.

Though Yeongdeok harbored a desire to repay Roran for everything he had done to him, he resolved not to let himself be consumed by vengeance.

He would live his life, separate from this cycle of retaliation.

Forgiving Roran was out of the question, but Yeongdeok extended a hand to him.

It wasn’t out of forgiveness—it was for himself, to let go of his hatred.

“Get up. I have no interest in watching you wallow in tears.”

“Sniff… hic… I don’t know what to do anymore. I have no idea where to start. That’s why I came to find you. I thought… maybe you’d remember me.”

Roran clung to Yeongdeok’s hand, rising shakily while tears streamed down his face.

His defeated demeanor reminded Yeongdeok of the aimless, lost person he himself had once been.

As frustrating as it was, he couldn’t help but wonder just how desperate Roran must have been to seek him out.

Yeongdeok sighed, a mixture of irritation and resignation.

“So you found me—what now? Did you think I’d help you? Your head must be full of flowers.”

“…Do you think I can do it?”

“I wouldn’t know. That depends on you.”

Wiping away his falling tears, Roran nodded.

He wept quietly for a while longer before finally speaking through a sniffle.

“You’re wondering, aren’t you? How I lost my powers as the writer.”

“…”

“It was you. Because you kept struggling to exact your revenge on me. You pulled even the main characters out of the original story in your attempts to escape it…”

“I see.”

Hearing this, Yeongdeok finally felt at ease.

It was over.

Truly, this time, everything was over.

The burdens weighing down his heart seemed to dissolve into nothing.

With nothing more to say to Roran, Yeongdeok idly gazed up at the sky.

From the direction of the stairs, loud, hurried footsteps echoed. Yeongdeok had a feeling he knew exactly who it was.

He couldn’t explain why—he just did.

“Hyung!”

As expected, it was Jihoon who burst through the rooftop door.

It was almost predictable, like a perfectly calculated equation.

Seeing Jihoon’s straightforwardness, Yeongdeok let out a faint smile.

“How did you know to come here?”

“Of course I searched the hospital. When a patient suddenly disappears…”

“I was just about to head back. Let’s go together.”

“Sure, act all calm after making me worry.”

Jihoon grumbled but soon noticed Roran standing awkwardly nearby.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Who’s this guy?”

Jihoon had never seen Roran in his original form, so it was no surprise he didn’t recognize the man standing in front of him.

Yeongdeok could’ve explained that this man was PetitRolang.

Instead, he slung an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders and began walking away without a word.

“Just someone I don’t know.”

“Kind of close for strangers, don’t you think?”

“Really? I didn’t notice. Strange guy.”

Suspicion etched onto his face, Jihoon cast a wary glance at Roran.

But before his gaze lingered too long, Yeongdeok turned Jihoon’s face toward him and pressed a quick, light kiss to his lips.

Jihoon froze, his cheeks flushing as he blinked in astonishment.

“Where are you looking? Shouldn’t your eyes be on me?”

“Damn it. You’re so sneaky.”

Despite his harsh words, Jihoon’s hand cupped Yeongdeok’s cheek with surprising gentleness.

His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned closer, their faces mere inches apart.

“…Can I kiss you too?”

“Why ask?”

Yeongdeok’s answer was barely out before Jihoon eagerly pressed their lips together again.

His approach was bold, but his touch was undeniably tender.

TRANSLATOR: The main story ends now. See you next week for the Epilogue Chapters.
Don’t worry there are still 40 chapters (Epilogue + Side Story) so this is not really the end yet.

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