The first feeling I had was joy. I wanted to know when he bought a capsule and why he showed up like this. Then the emotion that followed was amazement. Park Muyeol easily faced the three participants. It wasn’t even with a sword.

“Haha. Crazy guy.”

Maybe it was because I saw him holding a wooden sword ever since a long time ago, but I almost considered it as another limb for him. Yet now he was holding a bouquet of flowers and a strange hair-clipper in his hands. I couldn’t help feeling doubts.

“Why did he throw away the wooden sword?”

I knew that he had a hobby of ‘flower arrangements’ that didn’t suit him. Well, it was his choice and I didn’t intend to force it. I just couldn’t adapt. Did he change to becoming a florist grandfather?

-Bring it on, you trash. I’ll teach you personally.

The ground shook. A huge wave of power was felt with Park Muyeol in the center. My eyes flashed with amazement. No, how did he have this power...?

I scanned him directly using super sensitivity. The wave of power was bursting from the bouquet that he was holding. It was soon wrapped in a golden aura and the ripples of power subsided again....