The World’s Strongest Daughter.

In the room, something covered in white cloth was laid out across display cabinets.

…What is this?

I shined my phone light around the surroundings, and

“…”

Nothing particularly noteworthy was visible.

I had expectations since it was locked, but unknown objects were wrapped in white cloth lined up.

Given the thick curtains on the windows to block sunlight, these must be items she considers quite precious.

What could these be…

Some kind of artwork?

But my wife was never a woman interested in art.

…This won’t do. Let’s just look at one.

It’s silly to hesitate after coming this far.

I won’t steal anything anyway, so taking a peek should be fine, right?

I approached the nearest object and slightly lifted the cloth covering it.

The round shape protruding through the cloth is just like a globe…

“…Huh?”

When I removed the cloth, an unexpected object appeared.

It was a large glass sphere with a flat base, and inside the sphere was some unidentifiable object suspended.

Like fresh meat… something that looked like animal organs was suspended inside the glass.

…What is this? No, what is this woman collecting?

After replacing the cloth, I reached for the object next to it.

And…

“Eek…!”

I made eye contact with ‘something’ inside the glass sphere.

Startled by my own loud exclamation, I quickly covered my mouth and slowly shined the light back inside the sphere.

Holding my breath, I approached slowly…

…Th-this is…

Inside the sphere was a single ‘eye.’

I shined the light from different angles, thinking I must have seen something wrong, but there was no mistaking it for an eye.

And not just any eye – a human eye.

The black pupil floating in the glass sphere created an indescribably chilling sight.

What had Ju Yeon-hee been doing to collect such things?

Moreover, where did she get a human eye?

Just then, a chilling thought crossed my mind.

Could it be…

I hurriedly moved to remove all the cloths, and,

“Ha.”

I was shocked by the grotesque sight before my eyes.

It was stored as if someone had been dissected.

My thoughts couldn’t be wrong, given the scars still visible on the skin.

Left speechless, I returned the cloths to their original positions and quickly fled the room.

The light in front of the door was flickering, but I didn’t even think about it as I hurriedly headed to my room.

Thud-

“Hah… hah…”

Returning to my room panting, I wrapped my trembling body and hid in bed.

My mind is in chaos.

Ju Yeon-hee collecting corpses?

Moreover, whatever processing she did, everything looked as fresh as if it had just been cut.

Being extremely generous, I could understand killing people.

She had experience butchering several vicious criminals who had hidden in gates.

But I couldn’t understand her collecting corpses.

And not just any corpses – all male parts, seemingly from one person.

We were together almost 24 hours a day when I was alive, so she had no time for such bizarre hobbies.

Then, this must have happened after my death.

No, even if she was heartbroken over her husband’s death, how could she collect such…

Just then, I recalled my conversation with Jeong Nan-do.

‘She disappeared with your corpse.’

‘Then where is my grave?’

‘I don’t know either, thanks to that we can’t even visit…’

N-no way…

I tried hard to remember if there had been any graves around here or even a small tombstone…

There was nothing.

Cold sweat ran down my back.

That can’t be.

No, I wanted to believe it couldn’t be.

Keeping my corpse?

The thought alone was chilling, but the items I saw in the inner room made my head spin.

I could only desperately pray that my loving wife wasn’t that kind of madwoman.

***

Ju Yeon-hee’s POV

Today, I’m feeling somehow good.

Perhaps because I had a good dream last night?

I slowly got up, took care of my ‘husband,’ and languidly walked to the window.

And as usual, I leaned back in the chair, put on the ring, and held the glass bottle.

A day no different from usual… without my beloved husband, without my noisy daughter.

Just another ordinary day.

I stared blankly out the window, recalling my first meeting with my husband as I did every day.

He was such a caring man.

December 27, at 11 AM, when I was 16. A day of heavy snow.

That’s when I first met my husband.

It was the day I went to submit documents to the Academy. I can’t forget the moment I coincidentally met him.

Back then, I thought love at first sight only happened in fairy tales.

I hadn’t even considered romance in the first place…

My husband, who coincidentally got off at the same stop from the same bus at the same station, casually asked if I was going to the Academy.

Being immune to men at that time, I treated him coldly and snapped at him.

Yet he shamelessly kept talking and volunteered to accompany me.

I ignored him, thinking he’d give up naturally, and finished my business. Just as I was about to head home…

Heavy snow started falling.

Being stupid enough not to bring an umbrella, I had no choice but to walk home in the snow.

At that moment, as if he’d been waiting for this chance, he spoke to me kindly.

“Want to share my umbrella?”

Seeing him smiling gently while holding the umbrella, I unconsciously nodded and ended up walking home with my future husband.

He smoothly got my contact information, saying I owed him for the umbrella, and that’s how we started getting close.

Even now, it feels like something out of a movie.

The next was December 29…

Knock knock-

Someone knocking at the door broke my concentration.

“Madam, breakfast is ready.”

A low male voice.

The new boy who just started.

I don’t know what that old man was thinking, sending this boy.

Actually, I don’t want to know.

I’m just slightly annoyed that my memories with my husband were interrupted.

Shortly after.

The boy who came in without permission started setting up my meal.

Thinking he’d leave soon, I turned my head away and was about to return to my memories when
a delicious aroma brushed past my nose.

When I unconsciously turned to look, the table setting seemed different from usual.

Freshly baked scones and warm coffee. And…

My favorite coffee cookies.

I felt the same sense of déjà vu as yesterday.

I slowly raised my head to look at the newly arrived boy.

“…Ugh.”

The moment our eyes met, he startled and quickly averted his gaze.

To the left.

“…Did you make this?”

When I slowly asked, he looked at me with round eyes.

“…Y-yes!”

His swallowing showed clear signs of nervousness.

…He swallowed.

I glanced at the coffee cookies on the table, then asked another question.

“…These cookies too?”

He rolled his eyes around as if avoiding my gaze and slowly opened his mouth.

“…I thought you might like them, so I bought them.”

Again, his eyes turned to the left.

I withdrew my gaze and tried the coffee.

Not strong, but soft in aroma and taste.

The Brazilian coffee I used to like.

“…”

Setting down the cup, I glanced at him and asked my final question.

“…Yesterday, did you cook dinner too?”

He hesitated for a moment, then answered cautiously.

“…Just the… fish, I grilled it.”

Even the fish grilled differently with wasabi.

This boy knew about me.

And very well at that.

Someone who knows me well, has a habit of swallowing when nervous, and always looks left when troubled.

Only one person comes to mind.

“…Well, enjoy your meal.”

He fled quickly with the cart, avoiding my gaze.

Just before the door closed.

I quickly used my ‘ability.’

Click-

As the door closed, a hologram appeared before my eyes.

—-

□ Yoo Ji-hwan ‘Mage of Salvation’

□ Age: 17

□ Ability: Natural Magic

□ Strength: 45

□ Mana: 89

……

□ Sexual Experience: 7650

……

Maybe my head felt dizzy because I hadn’t used my ability in so long, but that’s not important right now.

Mana 89.

Sexual Experience 7650.

And… ‘Mage of Salvation’.

The ‘title’ given by the system never changes.

Tears suddenly poured out at seeing this nostalgic title I never thought I’d see again.

“Hic… sob…”

Once they started, the tears flowed endlessly like filling a dry well,

And my heart, which had been still for what felt like forever, started beating again.

***

Yoo Ji-hwan’s POV

After delivering food to my wife,

I fled to my room, making the excuse that I had no appetite.

“…This is driving me crazy.”

I was overjoyed when I first heard my wife’s voice.

I wanted to hug her tight right then, tell her I was sorry, and thank her for not forgetting me all this time.

But…

I hesitated.

The moment I met those lifeless eyes, I remembered the pieces of flesh I saw yesterday, and I was overcome with fear.

Could she really be the woman I knew?

Being extremely generous, I could understand leaving So-yeon.

It’s actually hard to understand, but she’s human too.

How could she take care of a child when she couldn’t even take care of herself?

…If it were me, I would have taken care of the child even at the cost of my life.

But those body parts I saw yesterday were beyond my understanding.

Cutting up and preserving her dead husband – no matter how much I love her, this is beyond what I can comprehend.

“Haah…”

My head started hurting.

While holding my throbbing head, I brought up the ‘Message’ before my eyes.

[ Make Min So-yeon the world’s strongest. *Failure results in world destruction ]

└ Do not let Min So-yeon discover your identity. *Failure results in ‘death’

The message remained unchanged.

It only pointed to Min So-yeon.

Meaning I could reveal my identity to my wife, just like with Jeong Nan-do.

Is it really right for me to reveal my identity now?

Unlike before, I can talk with her now, so I could probably prove my identity quickly with a few demonstrations.

At that moment.

The message suddenly flashed and began to change.

“Wh-what…!”

[ Make Min So-yeon the world’s strongest. *Failure results in world destruction ]

└ Do not let Min So-yeon discover your identity. *Failure results in ‘death’

└ Revealing identity to Ju Yeon-hee is not recommended.

“…Huh?”

I was greatly shocked by the ‘Message’s’ change.

It was problematic enough that it changed in real time as if someone was watching me, but the last line was even more concerning.

Don’t reveal my identity?

There was no penalty written.

Literally, it just said it’s not recommended.

“…No, wh-”

Just as I was about to complain about not being able to make my own decision,

The message started changing again.

[ └ Revealing identity to Ju Yeon-hee       ]

“Huh?”

The text that had just appeared started gradually erasing, then,

[ └ Beloved

New text started appearing.

[ └ Reveal your identity to your beloved wife ★RIGHT NOW★ hurry up! ]

I was left speechless at what happened in an instant.

…What is this.