“Ow…”

A handsome boy, about the age of a middle schooler, was rubbing the back of his head. Park Jae-Hyun stood there, glaring at Lee Jun-Kyeong while nursing his injury.

The smith snapped, “Wait, did you really hit me?”

The perpetrator smirked. “All I did was claim my reward.”

“That’s what I’m saying! What kind of reward is this?” Park Jae-Hyun shrieked.

“Didn’t you tell me to tell you whatever reward I wanted?”

Lee Jun-Kyeong didn’t lose any ground. Park Jae-Hyun glared at him even harder with his eyes blazing.

He complained, “Still! Who in their right mind claims their reward in advance?”

“Don’t you take down payments?” Lee Jun-Kyeong refuted.

“How is this the same as a down payment… AHHHH!” Park Jae-Hyun shouted. Finally unable to hold it in, he picked up his hammer.

“Just because I keep letting things slide, you—!!!”

He was so aggrieved from being hit in the back of the head that he even started to shed tears.

“Are you seriously acting like this just because I tapped you on the back of your head a little?” Lee Jun-Kyeong asked mockingly.

In all honesty, it wasn’t just an ordinary slap on the back of the head.

[Mana Stream has leveled up.]

Lee Jun-Kyeong had been trying to acclimate to his mana stream and grow to the level of using it anytime and anywhere. He had used it when he had slapped Park Jae-Hyun on the back of the head, and succeeded in only causing a lot of pain without leaving any aftereffects.

‘I was originally only going to hit him once…’

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