His left forearm was covered by a sleeve, but the skin underneath it was hard. 

At first, Kim Seon-Hyeok thought he was mistaken. He patted and touched his skin multiple times. However, when the textured skin didn’t disappear, he began to seriously wonder whether he wore armor underneath his clothes. 

Of course, that was a ridiculous thought.

He hadn’t been fighting and there was no way he would normally wear something as cumbersome as armor while he was in a castle as large as the Mangsk Castle.

After hesitating for a while, Kim Seon-Hyeok carefully rolled up his sleeves. 

“Shit!”

Horrified, he quickly rolled down his sleeves again.

“I’m sure I saw it wrong. Yeah, I am definitely seeing things.”

Like a lunatic, he talked to himself as he denied what he saw. But the bumpiness remained under his sleeves. 

He plucked up his courage and rolled up his sleeve again.

“What the hell happened…”

Underneath his sleeve, where white flesh should be, was something completely different. 

Golden scales.

Scales plastered his forearm; they were simultaneously similar and yet subtly different to Goldrake’s scales. 

“Ha…”

After staring at the scales, Kim Seon-Hyeok patted himself all over. Fortunately, the scales were only on his left...