I’ll Die Saving My Favorite Character, Even If I’m Terminally Ill

“Promise me. Promise you’ll come back to me, Healer-nim. Even if you’re going to die, promise you’ll die by my side.”

I woke up to find myself inside the hunter novel I’d been reading.

Worse yet, I’ve become Ryu Leesoo, a terminally ill supporting character who dies early on due to illness.

Since I’m destined to die anyway, I decide to dedicate this life to saving Yoo Haeon, the protagonist who’s set to die of mu*der just a few months later.

Thus begins my plan to save Haeon. But the closer I get to him, the more my feelings for my favorite character start to grow in unexpected directions…

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“Yes, it’s true. I’m that necromancer. I’m not bragging, but I’m telling you this because it means I’ll protect Healer Haeon no matter what.”

Leesoo, turning around me with a playful swirl, whispered in a voice brimming with laughter while gently stroking the spirit. Haeon was about to retort that he wasn’t worried, but he just clamped his mouth shut.

He was used to dealing with those who threatened not to keep their word, but he had no idea what to do with someone who promised to protect him with a warm smile.

Lee Soo, who had been looking at Haeon with curiosity, soon remembered that it wasn’t the first time his favorite had suddenly gone silent and withdrew his attention. He glanced at the hunters fighting hard, then stepped back, sitting down with a thud, and laid out a handkerchief for Haeon to sit on.

Of course, Haeon lightly ignored the handkerchief that Lee Soo had laid out and stood beside him, looking at Lee Soo with a complex, subtle gaze.

Receiving Haeon’s gaze calmly, Lee Soo smiled gently and spread out his hand as if to say, “Follow me.”

Haeon, with a mix of confusion and suspicion, slowly extended his hand. With a gesture as if praising him, Lee Soo dropped a plastic bag full of snacks onto Haeon’s pale palm.

“It’s a bribe. From now on, even if I get a tiny scratch, I’m going to come running to you, whining about how hurt I am and begging you to heal me. This is my way of saying, please look upon me kindly.”

Haeon, reading the sincerity in Leesoo’s playful words, opened his mouth as if to say something but then quickly turned his head away, sitting lightly on the handkerchief that Leesoo had laid out.

Leesoo, as if to say that was enough, smiled contentedly and blinked languidly.