After hearing Tang So-yeol's cryptic mention of the Poison King’s ominous invitation, I finished what could barely be called a meal, whether I ate it through my mouth or nose, and promptly set off.

As I wandered through the streets, my thoughts twisted around how to politely decline the Poison King's invitation. But no solid excuse came to mind that might satisfy him.

“Surely, it’s just a meal.”

At least, that’s what I told myself.

There’s a pretty high probability that’s all it is, yet an inexplicable chill ran down my spine.

“Would he actually try to poison me?”

Even …