I put a leash on Catastrophe

‘What to do with this.’

The pharaoh, looking down at Zhi-wu still hanging in his hand by the collar, pondered and clicked his tongue when he felt someone’s presence nearby.

Although he had definitely left him there, Martin somehow caught up with them and was now beside them. He could have taken him along, but he didn’t feel such an obligation and left him, but in response, he, without the slightest displeasure on his face, simply reached out his hand.

“Please give me my lord.”

And he repeated the same words as before, without changing a single letter. Although he could just hand him over, he still didn’t like it.

“Hm.”

It seemed his power could be freely used if he didn’t intend to harm Zhi-wu. When he waved his hand, sinister-looking symbols stretched into a long ribbon and wound around Zhi-wu’s arm.

Contrary to their ominous appearance, they wrapped around Zhi-wu’s arm like bandages, stopping further bleeding.

Now that this piece of iron had no reason to take him away from him, the pharaoh turned around, expecting Martin to get angry or upset, but he just stood with a relieved expression on his face, satisfied that Zhi-wu was safe.

Displeased that nothing justified his expectations, the pharaoh glanced at him sideways and looked down at Zhi-wu. Although the bleeding had stopped, Zhi-wu’s face was pale, probably due to significant blood loss.

Since holding him by the collar until he woke up was also strange, the pharaoh, after thinking for a bit, moved forward. Martin silently followed him.

Although you can meet all sorts of people in New York, Martin and the pharaoh stood out strongly. The sight of an almost naked man resembling a model and a black knight in massive armor couldn’t help but attract attention.

Everyone curiously looked at them, unable to take their eyes off, and some even raised their phones to photograph them, but the interest in their eyes quickly faded.

At some point, their gazes lost focus, became empty, and they passed by the three, shaking their heads in bewilderment as if forgetting what they had seen and what they were going to do.

The same thing happened when the pharaoh arrived at the hotel.

Hotel staff and guests who looked with amazement at the pharaoh entering the lobby in a strange outfit and holding Zhi-wu by the collar completely forgot about their questions to them and started going about their business.

The receptionist at the registration desk handed over the key to the suite, although the pharaoh hadn’t said anything.

When the pharaoh, accompanied by an obliging porter, finally released Zhi-wu’s collar in the room, Martin, who had been anxiously waiting nearby all this time, quickly caught him and carefully laid him on the bed.

“Tch.”

Irritated by his behavior, as if he were a servant, the pharaoh snapped his fingers in the air, and Martin’s armor crumbled.

However, they didn’t fall to the floor in pieces, but disappeared as if melting, with a crackle, leaving only the shirt and trousers he wore underneath.

Martin didn’t seem displeased by this forceful action and just continued to look at the lying Zhi-wu.

‘Fool.’

Seeing how he was ready to give everything for this treacherous person, the pharaoh felt his patience running out.

Leaving the bedroom for the suite’s living room, the pharaoh looked at the night view of New York and became interested in its magnificence.

Although this was a world he was going to destroy, it was much better than nothing.

The pharaoh couldn’t be satisfied with just contemplation, so he left the hotel and walked the streets of New York. People still passed by as if not noticing his unusual appearance.

He reached the museum where he had awakened, looked at the situation inside and the serious faces of the police, and then continued walking until he stopped at a certain point.

He quietly assessed something, then turned and headed back to the hotel, and when he entered the hotel, he was able to meet the awakened Zhi-wu.

“…You!”

Seeing the pharaoh’s face, Zhi-wu first froze, but then his face contorted, and he rushed at him.

It seemed the adrenaline had taken effect because his pale face turned pink, and the pharaoh smirked, looking at Zhi-wu who was running towards him and reaching out his hands, not stumbling once.

“Stop that!”

Although he boldly rushed forward, Zhi-wu found himself suspended in the air, grabbed by the collar by a force emanating from a slight wave of the pharaoh’s hand.

He tried to free himself, grabbing his own collar with both hands. Although something was clearly holding him, Zhi-wu couldn’t feel it. He growled and writhed, slicing the air with his hands, but to no avail.

When the effect of adrenaline seemed to pass, and Zhi-wu felt dizzy, he heard the pharaoh’s voice.

“Why are you angry?”

“What?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one angry here?”

Flash. Fire flashed in the pharaoh’s eyes as he asked this question.

He touched his heart area with his finger and firmly grabbed Zhi-wu’s chin with his other hand.

“What did you dare to do to me?”

He was both curious and angry about how Zhi-wu, whom he considered a worthless worm, could have such power over him.

From his perspective, Martin, who was only slightly better than a worm than Zhi-wu, submitted to the power and called him lord, but the pharaoh couldn’t so easily accept this.

No, he didn’t want to. He was the one who stood above all, and he wasn’t going to put someone above himself like this stupid piece of iron.

“If you don’t free me, I’ll make you experience suffering worse than death.”

If not now, then later, at the moment when he learns how to break this submission, Zhi-wu would be doomed. But if Zhi-wu repented of his crime and stopped these dog tricks without his intervention, he was ready to show mercy and kill him without torture.

However, seeing the stupid expression on Zhi-wu’s face, who seemed not to understand his words, the pharaoh realized that this unpleasant submission wasn’t Zhi-wu’s intention.

Moreover, it was amusing that although the pharaoh understood this, Zhi-wu didn’t seem to realize it and continued to act arrogantly.

“…Why should I? Am I obliged to do something good for you?”

“What?”

“Well, who knows. Maybe I’ll change my mind if you humbly ask me, bowing your head. How about that? Want to try?”

“Ha…”

The pharaoh smirked. It was pitiful to watch Zhi-wu trying to provoke him, boasting without even understanding what he was talking about.

Either he’s fearless or insane.

He wanted to open his skull and see what he was thinking.

“Enough. Please release my lord.”

When the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, Martin intervened. Although he wasn’t burning with hostility as towards the pharaoh, he was still wary and stood between them, protecting Zhi-wu, who was also warily looking at the pharaoh.

“And, my lord, please don’t provoke him too much. Even if he’s sealed, this person is dangerous.”

“…So what is this sealing? What did I do?”

Zhi-wu muttered in a disappointed voice. It seemed he understood from the pharaoh’s behavior that his boasting didn’t work at all.

Still suspended by the collar, Zhi-wu rubbed his face with both hands, looking tired.

After everything that had happened, and because the conversation wasn’t progressing and was going in circles, he couldn’t help but feel tired.

“Sealing… Simply put, it means our souls are subordinated to my lord.”

“Subordinated?”

“Yes. You rule over us.”

Hearing this, Zhi-wu’s tired eyes shone brightly. He sharply turned his head from Martin to the pharaoh and said, staring intently at him:

“Die and disappear from this world. That’s an order.”

“Why would I?”

“…”

“Of course, I’m not going to die even if you beg.”

When the pharaoh smirked, repeating the words Zhi-wu had boasted earlier, Zhi-wu’s face contorted.

Then he threw an angry glance at Martin. His gaze was full of reproach, as if asking if he had deceived him, because what kind of subordination could it be if the pharaoh wasn’t even listening to him.

To this, Martin, with an awkward expression, tried to explain:

“Although you rule over us, it doesn’t mean you have power over our life and death.”

Martin’s explanation was this: some power of Zhi-wu bound his and the pharaoh’s souls to him through blood as a medium. Because of this, they cannot harm Zhi-wu. But it’s not absolute subordination.

Hearing this, Zhi-wu couldn’t help but be stunned.

‘Subordination… subordination?’

This was completely new to him.

Although now, when the Gates hadn’t opened yet, he didn’t differ even from the zero generation, in the vanished future, Zhi-wu was a very late-awakening hunter.

He was a capable one who awakened only when humanity was rapidly approaching extinction, so even if not counting the last attack squad he participated in before returning to the past, he was so weak that it would be easier to count from the end in the power ranking.

And his abilities were limited to just such minor skills as invisibility…

‘Could it be…?’

At this moment, Zhi-wu suddenly remembered something. He quietly opened his status window, and his gaze rushed to his ability.

[Ability: “Bodily Connection – Strong Binding”]

Bind. Connect. This was an ability consisting only of words with such meanings.

There was no friendly explanation, he could barely confirm only the name, so he pondered what it was, but couldn’t understand what exactly was being bound and connected, which puzzled him even more.

‘Then I thought it was almost the same as not having abilities…’

In fact, it was almost the same as not having abilities. Since he couldn’t use this ability on either living beings or inanimate objects, Zhi-wu just developed and used the invisibility skill not related to his ability.

What if this ability actually bound souls? And if it subordinated to him the greatest enemy of humanity?

Zhi-wu’s heart beat faster with excitement. Before him was definitely the pharaoh, that very bastard, and it was too dangerous to leave him alive even now, but… one couldn’t deny that he was also the strongest. Then..?

‘If I can subordinate him to myself.’

If I can fully subordinate and control him.

Isn’t this the same as holding the most powerful weapon in the world in your hands? When this thought occurred to him, Zhi-wu’s heart beat quickly, but his mind gradually became colder.