Chapter 112

Seojun read each of the scattered books on the floor. He was eagerly choosing right abilities he will be doing at the death of Prince Seongnyeong.

"Death."

Seojun looked around the library of life. In a good way, it was a library of life, but in reality this shows how many times he died and reincarnated.

All the books present contained stories where he died at a young age. Monsters who died because they were weak, and monsters with short lifespans.

He couldn't guess the amount of books here.

If this opened part of the Library there were already many books, how much more when the other doors opens up?

Seojun already experience this many death and in the future new books will be part of the Library as well.

"The library of death is a bit creepy name, good thing I settled for the library of life…"

Seojun, who finished sorting out his worries about life and death, finally found the appropriate book.

"When a person dies, his body temperature drop and his heart stop, right? I can stop my heart beat, but it will become harder to wake up. Then…let's do this!"

[The core of blue slime]

This was the core of blue slime.

The core of the blue slime uses ice as an attack and can decrease his body temperature.

While holding the nucleus, resistance to cold would created.

The cold intensity can be adjusted.

Seojun, who chose the core of blue slime, turned his eyes towards his side. There was a pile of books from his lives as a Skeleton.

"If it's death, it should definitely be Skeleton!"

For the perfect acting, Seojun took an Evil ability from the Evil Library. All of the books in the library of evil have a lot of side effects, so he chose one among the lowest abilities.

[The smell of skeleton mice – The lowest level]

This was a first summon of s beginner black wizard.

The smell of death was leaking out due to the incomplete magic.

Shortly after becoming a Skeleton, he was caught and died.

"I died early and was purified by a new adventurer, so there are no side effects. This ability is perfect."

Seojun smiled and absorbed the two abilities into his body.

***

Seojun's last day of filming.

"It's already the last scene."

Lee Ji-seok and Kim Jong-ho welcomed Seojun, who initially entered the set with a disappointing look.

As soon as he saw the two, Seojun smiled and handed out the cookies he brought.

"It looks delicious."

"I made it with my mom and dad. These are cookies that isn't that sweet. These are sweet cookies. This is a really sweet cookie. Which one do you want to eat?"

"I'm curious about the sweet cookie."

Lee Ji-seok chose sweet cookies. Kim Jong-ho chose the unsweetened cookies.

Since then, Seojun has handed out cookies one by one to the staff on the set. The last one given were the Director Choi Min-sung and writer So Eun-jin.

"There are no more sweet cookie. I was really curious about how it would tastes."

However, writer So Eun-jin didn't have a disappointed look as she said. She was clearly happy to receive cookies from Seojun.

"Today's filming for My clinic is over. Thank you so much."

Lee Ji-seok and Kim Jong-ho smiled at Seojun talking to Director Choi and the staffs.

"The work went well and Do-hoon got a lot better. You're such a lucky charm."

"This is the first time that you didn't make a loud noise while filming a drama."

"I can't scream in front of the child."

"Your blood pressure is high, so keep doing that."

"Hey, if it goes my way…!"

"You don't need to worry about Seojun."

Kim Jong-ho was very angry at Lee Ji-seok's words, in order to control his anger he took a deep breath.

Lee Ji-seok giggled.

"Who's not weak to Seojun?"

At Kim Jong-ho's words, Lee Ji-seok nodded and agreed.

The filming site was in a friendly atmosphere, but the scenes they would be filming from now on was not.

"Ready, action!"

The face of Prince Seongnyeong, who caught Changjin's disease, was red. His breath became rough.

At King Taejong's words, Yang Hong-dal, and his student Heo Yoo-seon tried to cure him, but Prince Seongnyeong's condition did not improve.

'I'm out of breath. My lungs hurt.

The heat circulated all over my body and my my head was in pain.'

Slowly breathing, the current Seojun really looked like a sick person. Even the Director, staff and other actors thought so too.

"Oh Mama… Papa…."

Perhaps the small voice of Prince Seongnyeong reached out King Taejong and the Queen's hearing. The two dashed inside the quarantined area, ignoring the servants' opposition. The two held the hand of the child with a rashes all over his body.

"Jong-ah, Jong-ah."

"Your mother is here."

Wasn't he the son who would always smile and pleased the couple?

"You have to get up soon and show us your bright smile."

King Taejong and Queen shed tears and patted Prince Seongnyeong.

Yang Hong-dal and Heo Yoo-seon were just keept their heads down together and asked for forgiveness. King Taejong and the Queen shook their heads, because the two people's apologies touched the couple.

"It's not your fault. Why did he have to leave before his parents?"

"This isn't it….Seongnyeong…. Wake up…. Your mother is here…"

For the last time Prince Seongnyeong's smiled, seeing both his parents in front of him

[The core of the Blue slime is activated]

Prince Seongnyeong chest, which was moving up and down, stopped moving slowly. His hot body temperature gradually cooled down.

[The smell of the skeleton mice is activated]

Seojun activated all the abilities he had prepared for the scene.

The unpleasant smell of death came from Seojun.

The hearts of the actors and staff who smelled death beat irregularly.

One of the few, Kim Jong-ho, hugged Seojun at a lower body temperature. The unpleasant atmosphere made Kim Jong-ho restless.

Seojun's hand fell helplessly.

"Jong-ah. No… Jong-ah!"

Kim Jong-ho hugged Seo-joon with his trembling hands.

The smell of death clouded Kim Jong-ho's judgment.

Why his body temperature keep dropping?

He knows that he's a good actor, but Seojun's body temperature dropped too quickly. He tried to squeeze him with his big hand so that the blood could flow, but it didn't work.

Suddenly, Kim Jong-ho recalled the words he had heard at the first broadcast dinner.

Immersed acting

He thought it was amazing back then but it wasn't. Kim Jong-ho's heart pounded.

Was it because of Immersed acting?

Maybe he was so immersed that he really fell into the idea that Seojun was really Prince Seongnyeong who was sick and dying. Kim Jong-ho's hands trembled and his face was pale.

It would be a disaster if the body temperature dropped below a certain level. Kim Jong-ho hugged Seojun and tried to warm him up with his own body temperature. His brain didn't work.

"Who! Who's not here?"

Kim Jong-ho's eyes are wide open. At that fierce impression, director Choi Min-sung, the staff, and the actors who were acting with him flinched. Kim Jong-ho's expression added anxiety to his irregular beating heart.

'Huh? What is it? Is this an ad-lib?'

Seojun heard Kim Jong-ho's heart pounding and beating in a hurry. He could also feel his uncle Kim Jong-ho's shaking hands.

Seojun was just pretending to be dead 100% by using the skills he picked and chose. 'Huh?'

At the current situation, Seojun's suddenly head lit up with a red light. This was an instinct to inform him of a greater emergency that he had formed as a habit over the years.

This was a more urgent situation than the day when he made eye contact with an angel who recognized him from his past life. Before he was once a Magician but was reborn as a lower-class angel.

Seojun realized that Kim Jong-ho's condition is not normal now. It was a fact that this was caused because of his acting.

Seojun was alerted, his secret was in dangerous position to be discovered.

'So, uncle Kim Jong-ho thinks I'm really dead.'

If a person has common sense, anyone would call an ambulance. However, if they call an ambulance, it would be on the news. Then, it was clear that not only his mom and dad but also many people would be worried about him.

Regardless of what would happen, there would be many other problems arising.

"You can't do that!"

Only less than 0.01 seconds have passed. Seojun quickly stopped his ability and opened his eyes wide.

Just before Kim Jong-ho, whose head finally began to work, Seojun shouted so loudly that he wondered if he had ever made such a loud noise.

"…!"

Seojun jumped up and raised his upper body from Kim Jong-ho's arms.

He covered Kim Jong-ho's mouth with one hand and touched Kim Jong-ho's wrist with the other.

When the apple flower pattern on his wrist shone, Seojun used his power.

[Flower scent that makes you calm]

[E.L.F's basic breathing starts!]

The smell emanating from Seojun's body covered the while set.

With the addition of basic breathing ability, the smell of death of the lowest-level ability disappears, and more than half of the people here has calmed down.

Initially, Director Choi Min-sung and An Daho tried to jump into the set at Kim Jong-ho's urgent expression. But they stopped themselves in time.

Lee Ji-seok was not affected by the smell of death anymore and admired, "Jong-ho is really good at acting."

Was it an accident? The worried staff regained their peace of mind.

Still, Seojun has a big crisis to solve.

Kim Jong-ho and Lee Ji-hye, who were right next to Seojun.

Aunt Ji-hye regained her composure. Seeing her, he didn't have to worry about her.

'What about uncle Jong-Ho?'

Seojun carefully removed his hand, which was still covering Kim Jong-ho's mouth.

"Whoo."

Kim Jong-ho sighed deeply.

His mind was initially dizzy as if there were dark clouds, and now it brightened up for a moment.

His heart was pounding at an irregular beat, but now it regained stability.

It seems like what happened a while ago felt like it was from few days ago.

There was a normal child in front of him.

Kim Jong-ho breathed a sigh of relief again and hugged Seojun.

In response to Kim Jong-Ho's action, Seojun relaxed his body.