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Two years ago, an incident triggered by a seizure cost him his status and position, turning the once-mighty Lord Slan into a man whose memories were slipping away as he descended into a life of slavery. Even this existence was seen as a modest form of freedom that he begrudgingly embraced. However, everything changed when a man entered his life. With a gentle touch that wrapped around his waist without hesitation and warm lips drawing near, they shared an intimate connection. Despite his initial confusion, Slan couldn't resist being drawn to him. Now, he no longer had control over his own fate...+
Year 2044. Right before the global explosion of dungeons—the end of the world. And… when I opened my eyes again, it was twenty years before the end. I, Woo Hwijae, must stop the apocalypse to secure my retirement plan!
The following content is intended for mature audiences and may contain sexual themes, gore, violence and/or strong language. Discretion is advised. "I just want you to look at me kindly."
“I’ll pay a high price,” said Seokju, the boss of the Taeho faction, to the crippled servant Ajin, marking the beginning of their relationship born out of a misunderstanding one night. “Like you have a leg disease. I have insomnia. Shall we help each other as patients?” Using Seokju’s insomnia as an excuse, Ajin fell asleep in his embrace, becoming accustomed to his body temperature. “I want to work at your place until I die.” “Then just stay here. Here, in my room, sit on my knees. Let me bring the world to this room." But doubts keep sprouting, despite sealing the cracks of happiness. “Ajin, you can’t leave this room until you’ve paid off all your debts.” Now, this room became Ajin’s world, yet he found solace in the fact that Seokju didn’t abandon him.