“Life is truly wearying.”
“Pardon?”
As if it were an unexpected answer, Pyo Hyeok-gyu's eyes widened.
“It's hard enough living properly in this world, but now all sorts of other worlds are interfering.”
At that, Pyo Hyeok-gyu's smile turned bitter.
“Haha. I see.”
“The Demon Realm…”
I may have been joking, but this is a serious problem. He was strong. To the point where simply calling him strong felt woefully inadequate.
Not only did he see through my Phantom Strike, but he also seemed perfectly fine even after Black Ether infiltrated his body. On the other hand, a single one of the wedges he created blew both my arms off.
The fact that Gu Geon-yi recognized my ‘Phantom Strike’ and overcame the energy of ‘White Dream’ must be related to that fellow. I only faced a single one of them, yet the result was this disastrous. What if they invaded our side, opening a Gate in droves?
From that day on, humanity would have to declare a state of global disaster.
‘Damn it…’
The memory of facing him weighed heavily on my mind. But what's past is past. What needs to be done from now on is more important.
“The place Gu Geon-yi was dragged to is that Demon Realm. Is that what you're saying?”
“That is what we believe.”
‘We,’ he says.