On Saturday, Kang Chan woke up at the crack of dawn and slowly began to warm up in front of the park at the apartment complex.

He still had faint traces of his previous injuries. They made him feel so heavy that it was as if they were trying to convince him to take a break. He had taken off the bandages on his left hand yesterday, however, making him feel at least a bit lighter.

He properly stretched his muscles, then started jogging outside the apartment complex, following his usual routine and path.

The clear autumn sky and cold air refreshed Kang Chan’s mind.

He had decided to do his best with what was within his control. Rather than letting incomprehensible events that were out of his control ruin his focus, he thought it would be far wiser to just maintain his best condition and keep his balance. No events should faze him.

“Haah. Haah.”

With each intensifying breath, the stagnant weight in his chest seemed to be dissipating little by little.

That damned Blackhead. Kang Chan...