I PICKED UP A CHILD IN A DUMPSTER

Chapter 162: A choice between...



Chapter 162: A choice between...

Then brought them back down.

Si Hon looked at the stream of chats.

They looked like— tiny glowing messages layered over one another like an angry flock of emotionally unstable birds.

The dragon’s fire breath was still climbing higher.

Seong and Aeloria were still trapped midair.

And somehow—

These idiots were still arguing.

Without hesitation, Si Hon flicked his fingers to the window.

The entire stream immediately paused.

And the moment they saw him looking directly at them again—

Chaos exploded instantly.

「(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) AAAAAAAAAA HE BROUGHT US BACKKKKK」

「KING SI HON FINALLY MISSED US!!! (⁠༎ຶ×⁠༎ຶ⁠)」

「ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ YOU THREW US INTO THE SKY LIKE TRASH... no actually it was Seong and ur the only one who actually felt it but— we was above ur head... so do you know how it felt when everything was spinning around? And yep you do... (⁠⌐⁠■⁠-⁠■⁠)」

「I SAW BIRDS UP THERE. ACTUAL BIRDS. DO YOU KNOW HOW TRAUMATIC THAT WAS?!」

「(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) I thought... this was the end...」

「KEWKMAN: skill issue lol」

「SHUT THE FUCK UP KEWKMAN!!!」

「( •̀⁠⤙⁠•́ ) FOR SURE HE ONLY CALLED US BACK BECAUSE HE NEEDS SOMETHING.」

「yea... typical emotionally unavailable king behavior...」

「(⁠。⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠。⁠) We were abandoned... remember?」

Meanwhile behind the window—

The rooftop was literally melting.

The dragon’s fire continued pouring across the center of the school like a miniature sun dragged onto Earth, heat waves distorting the air hard enough to blur the edges of everything around them.

And in the middle of that chaos—

Si Hon looked at the stream chat with the expression of a deeply exhausted employee about to ask coworkers for help after pretending he didn’t need them for three hours straight.

"Sorry guys," he muttered awkwardly.

The chats froze.

Then multiplied.

「...Huh?」

「(⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)」

「WAIT」

「ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ did he just apologize」

「CLIP THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW」

Si Hon rubbed one hand down his face tiredly, shy? And red before looking back toward Seong and Aeloria suspended above the rooftop.

The dragon’s fire breath was still rising.

Too fast.

"Soryy, But I kinda need help," he admitted.

A pause.

"Can you guys help me?"

Silence.

Complete silence.

Even the stream itself looked emotionally stunned for half a second.

Then—

The entire thing detonated.

「AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA」

「(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) HE ASKED US FOR HELP!!!!」

「MOM GET THE CAMERA— no wait everyone is dying FUCK」

「KING SI HON TRUSTS US?!?!?!」

「I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW (⁠༎ຶ~༎ຶ⁠)」

「NO DON’T DIE WE JUST GOT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT」

「I’m not gonna die... I’m just being dramatic...ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ」

「ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ WAIT WHY DO I FEEL HAPPY」

「HE’S GROWING UP SO FAST...」

「I raised that boy fr...」

「You literally just got here when he was chased by Bunch of Munches...」

「And I supported him emotionally during it!!!」

「(⁠༎ຶ⁠ ෴ ⁠༎ຶ⁠) HE NEEDS USSSSS」

「NOOOOO DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT YOU’LL MAKE ME CRY」

「I VOLUNTEER MY SOUL」

「(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) TELL US WHAT TO DO KINGGG」

「THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE」

「KEWKMAN: bro calm down it’s not marriage」

Si Hon immediately regretted asking.

"Yeah no nevermind, you’re all insane."

Then—

A bright notification suddenly appeared in the middle of the floating messages.

A massive glowing banner unfolded dramatically across the stream.

[ SUPER CHAT RECEIVED ]

「Acardthatwasmaxxedoutwithcash sent a super chat: why not ask Mimi? We miss her lol. (⁠。⁠・,・⁠。⁠)⁠ノ♡」

The rooftop went quiet.

Not physically.

Emotionally.

The rest of the stream froze like someone had just dropped a live grenade into group therapy.

Then—

Absolute betrayal.

「We dont」

「ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ fuck you」

「...」

「YOU FUCKING TRAITOR」

「(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) NUMBER ONE LOYAL FAN BETRAYED US」

「SHE GAVE HIM AN IDEA AAAAAAAAAAA」

「NO WAIT DELETE THE MESSAGE DELETE THE MESSAGEEEE」

「MODS?!?!?! WHERE ARE THE MODS?!?! Oh yea He still hasn’t picked one...」

「THIS IS WHY MONEY CORRUPTS PEOPLE (⁠ノ⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻」

「KEWKMAN: LOLLLLLL」

「( •̀⁠⤙⁠•́ ) THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET RICH PEOPLE SPEAK」

Meanwhile—

Si Hon blinked once.

Then twice.

"Mimi?"

His exhausted brain slowly processed the name while the dragon continued burning half the rooftop behind him.

And somewhere above—

The stream collectively realized something horrifying.

He was actually considering it.

「WAIT NO STOP THINKING」

「ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ DON’T SUMMON HER」

「WE WERE JOKING」

「(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) SHE’S GONNA BULLY US AGAIN」

「KING SI HON PLEASE THINK CRITICALLY FOR ONCE」

Si Hon stared at the floating messages quietly.

Then looked back toward the dragon.

Then back at the chats.

"yeah but," he muttered honestly. "i actually miss her too."

「’we don’t care’ (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) KING SI HON YOU LOOK LIKE A DIVORCED FATHER WITH DEBT」

「Dude literally got folded by a girl, fell through two floors, and is STILL trying to lock in. (I’m just saying gibberish fr exp.」

「you know what? (⁠。⁠•̀_-⁠)⁠✧ WE NEVER DOUBTED YOU KING!!!」

「LIAR. WHEN WE WAS ABOVE HIS HEAD YOU CALLED HIM "Bitch, fucker, no life, die, pls stop, let us free." FIVE MINUTES AGO ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ」

「Dont you dare」

Si Hon’s eye twitched faintly while smoke drifted across the rooftop behind him.

Above, Seong’s threads still cut through the air like dark wires while Aeloria launched another massive spear of ice directly into the dragon’s face. The impact burst apart against its scales in a storm of frozen shards, buying them barely another second as the creature’s fire continued tearing through the rooftop beneath them.

The heat alone was becoming unbearable now.

Si Hon wiped sweat from his jaw before staring directly into the floating stream with the exhausted expression of a man about to ask his least favorite coworkers for emotional support.

"Sorry, guys," he muttered. "I’m really sorry."

He slowly looked down toward his right hand.

Specifically—

The goo ring wrapped around his finger.

{Han-gyeol Mimi.}

The strange goo black ring reflected faint orange light from the burning rooftop around him while the dragon roared even though it’s still spouting fire.

"Right," Si Hon muttered quietly.

Without another word, he reached up—

And with all the unnecessary drama of a final boss sealing away ancient demons—

He grabbed the floating stream window with both hands.

Then slowly.

Very slowly.

Lifted it back upward over his head where he couldn’t see it anymore— again...

The chats lost their minds instantly.

「NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO」

「(⁠༎ຶ⁠ ෴ ⁠༎ຶ⁠) NOT AGAINNNNN」

「THIS IS TYRANNYYYY」

「KEWKMAN: LMAOOOOOOOO, god I don’t know what to say next time so this is good」

「I HOPE THE DRAGON EATS HIS LEFT LEGS SPECIFICALLY」

「(⁠╬⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ⁠) WE HELPED YOU!!!」

「BETRAYAL!!!」

Si Hon ignored every single one of them immediately.

Peace returned.

For about three seconds.

Then he looked back down toward the black goo ring on his finger.


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