Why are you still bringing back the money you paid for first time?

“Come here, baby.

Yes, this way.

That’s right!

Keep moving forward—you can even pick up the pace a bit.”

After some effort, Su Mo finally managed to communicate with the dancing body and convinced it to come over and reattach his head.

Since it had no vision, the body moved like a blind man, groping around and relying only on Su Mo’s voice to locate him.

After more than ten minutes, Su Mo finally got it facing the right direction.

Once it confirmed the direction, the body began moving slowly at first.

Then, upon hearing it could speed up, it bolted forward like an unleashed hunting dog.

Seeing this, Su Mo—whose eyes were already wide—somehow managed to widen them even further.

“Wait! Stop!”

Unfortunately, the warning came too late.

Unaware of the distance, the body charged ahead and kicked the head on the ground, sending it flying.

Su Mo’s head traced a graceful arc through the air and landed perfectly inside a small pit in the cave.

The good news: the kick accidentally made his head land upright.

The bad news: his head was now stuck snugly in a pit that fit him like a glove, surrounded by neatly stacked round stones of various sizes—making the whole thing look like some sacred idol offering.

At that moment, Su Mo had only one thought.

This guy might just save the national soccer team.

Opening his eyes and seeing the body still standing in a kicking pose, Su Mo couldn’t help but say:

“No wonder they call you the Running Man Titan! You’re too baby! That kick nearly split my scalp open!”

“Looks like… you’re not so easy to kill after all.”

Just as Su Mo was about to continue giving instructions, a sweet female voice rang out from deep within the cave.

Both Su Mo and the body froze, then turned toward the darkness beyond the reach of moonlight—where a graceful figure slowly emerged.

A head of silver hair shimmered under the moonlight like a river of stars.

Her alluring, doll-like face bore a playful smile as her gaze fell on Su Mo.

She wore a pure white dress that, in the hazy moonlight, made her look like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal realm—dreamlike and otherworldly.

Her smooth, rosy legs were wrapped in sheer white over-the-knee socks.

Her delicate, flawless feet rested in a pair of black ankle boots.

One glance was enough to tell—this was the kind of person who could steal every gaze the moment she appeared.

When Su Mo saw her, his jaw dropped.

Not because her beauty stunned him, but because he knew who she was.

The heroine of the game—

Lofiel Cosrandell.

“You look surprised to see me.

Well, I did intend to leave… but then I sensed a wave of magic coming from here.

So I decided to check it out—and I really did find something unusual about you.

You… are a demon, aren’t you?”

With light, graceful steps, Lofiel walked toward Su Mo.

Though her face still wore a smile, all Su Mo could feel was bone-chilling coldness.

In her hand appeared a slender sword—the very weapon that had just severed his head.

“Seriously? A backstab after the credits roll? My scene was supposed to be over! I wrapped filming! What is this, the murderer returning to the crime scene for nostalgia?!”

Su Mo desperately wanted to run, but he was just a head.

Run? He couldn’t even turn.

He cast a glance at the body still standing dumbly nearby and shouted:

“Bro! Why are you just standing there?! Have you betrayed me?!”

At the sound of his voice, the body flinched—then sprang into motion.

It ran to Su Mo’s side and raised its hands in a pose that looked ready for combat.

Seeing this, Lofiel halted and frowned at the body blocking her way.

She wasn’t sure what was going on with Su Mo, so she didn’t dare act rashly.

When Su Mo saw the body had come over without needing guidance, a spark of hope lit in his heart.

“Yes! That’s it! Use your strongest magic, bro! Show this Mary Sue what we’re made of!”

He had no idea what magic the body planned to use, but there was no time to care—maybe it really did have some secret power he didn’t know about.

After all, his head was still alive after being chopped off, so nothing would surprise him at this point.

The body’s hands began to glow with a purple light, exuding a sinister aura.

This sight made Lofiel tighten her grip on the sword, her body tense and ready.

Seeing the body actually channeling a spell, Su Mo’s head nearly exploded with excitement.

He felt certain they had this in the bag.

Under both their gazes, the light in the body’s hands grew dazzling—then its spread hands suddenly clapped together.

“Mm…!”

Lofiel flinched slightly, her guard up.

But Su Mo, focused only on the body, didn’t notice.

“What? That’s it? Nothing happened—wait, what the f***?!”

Just as Su Mo was about to mock the anticlimax, the body slowly separated its hands.

And what Su Mo saw made his attitude flip from disdain to utter shock.

Between its hands was a pair of black lace panties, with a pink bow in the center.

Its middle fingers hooked the sides, pulling them taut to display the entire garment proudly.

Su Mo was floored.

“Even in a time like this… you choose to reveal your truest desire? Haki-bro… you…”

Even with head and body separated, Su Mo could somehow feel the warmth of the panties through his fingers.

They were fresh.

Recently worn.

Which raised the question—among the 2.5 people present, who would wear something this cute yet seductive?

“Looks like you like them.”

The icy voice snapped Su Mo out of his trance.

He turned—and saw Lofiel, one hand gripping her skirt, the other clutching the sword so hard veins bulged on her hand.

At that moment, he realized exactly where those panties had come from.

*It’s over.

It’s completely over.

Things were already bad—and now this?!

Nice job, bro. Look what you’ve done.*

Su Mo looked at the body again.

And saw it holding Lofiel’s panties high in one hand, spinning them in circles like a victory flag—taunting her.

Su Mo swallowed hard and asked, voice trembling:

“C-Can we… talk this out?”

Lofiel’s voice was colder than the grave.

“Here? Now? You must be joking.”