It’s been a whole year since I got trapped in the game for using one skill incorrectly, living on the run from the anti-cheat program.

“I told you it wasn’t imprinting, it was a stigma skill! Ack, go away!”

I was ensnared by a man who appeared along with a disturbing dream.

He was none other than the chief of the ‘Varg’—a race of wolf monsters deleted because of the players’ skill ab*se.

They are a race that hates players, calling them ‘Destroyers’.

“I’ll hide your identity, so you must act as my mate.”

I bit the bullet and accepted just to stay alive.

But every day, he’s only interested in that damned mating.

He shoves me into dungeons without a single word.

It feels like he’s just waiting for me to die, day by day.

“I’m your mate, right?”

“Even if they find out I’m an Awakener… you won’t let me die, will you?”

“I don’t think there was such a condition in the contract.”

I knew it.

This rotten bastard.

Fine, in that case, I’ll be the one to abandon you first.

I took the first chance I got and left him.

I thought he wouldn’t care anyway.

However.

“Why did you follow me? I told you I don’t need you.”

“Where in the world is there a Varg who doesn’t need a mate? Come here, Bi.”

He suddenly came chasing after me, eyes blazing, and declared he would never let me go.

…Weren’t you the one who hated me and wanted to kill me?

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