Pat.
Tatatatak.
An alley in Mexico City.
A man who looked to be in his late thirties fled with a desperate look on his face.
A chase was a very common sight in this chaotic world, but for those who knew the man's identity was ‘Juan Carlos’, it was a bewildering situation.
The hero of Mexico.
An S-Class powerhouse.
He was not someone who should ever be chased, yet Juan Carlos couldn't hide his anxiety, constantly looking over his shoulder.
“Damn it.”
It started a week ago.
Roman Dmitry had made an announcement to the world.
He spoke of the connection between the chosen and the absolute rulers, declaring that he would conduct a large-scale investigation into the chosen ones.
The people couldn't help but be perplexed.
The shocking truth about the Maron Sect had caused great chaos, and amidst it all, the revelation that Roman Dmitry was ‘Maron Dmitry’ left them confused and conflicted.
And now, to hear that some of the chosen were minions of the absolute rulers.
Not a single one of these issues was simple, so people couldn't say for certain what was right.
While the world was coming to terms with this new reality.
The chosen ones were forced to make a choice.
Faced with being investigated one by one, Juan Carlos chose to abandon everything and run.
‘If I'm caught, my life won't be guaranteed.’
Roman Dmitry.