I possessed the hot-topic game “Sweet Everyday.”

The man sleeping next to me when I came back to my senses after nearly dying was none other than—

Ian Zenor, the Helper.

I was thrilled to have found my Helper so quickly, but it didn’t last long.

“I’ve already seen through your wiles, meant to lull me into letting down my guard!”

“No, please, calm down! Just listen to me, Ian!”

“I am the great ‘Ares Balthazar’!”

Damn it, what kind of dogsh*t possession life is this?!

Forget the seduction act or whatever, we’re supposed to be partners.

You died 400 years ago, remember?

Stop strutting around naked and for the love of god, listen to what I’m saying, you lunatic!

“I think… I’ve been struck. My body feels a bit off.”

“Why?”

“My chest tingles, and even when I close my eyes, your face keeps appearing…”

“…”

“It must be a poison—no, a curse.”

Will I ever be able to get back home, stuck with this war-crazed man who acts like a complete nuisance instead of a helper, and tasked with finding a traitor?

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