Even though the old man was laughing maniacally, tears of blood overflowed from his eyes. It looked so disturbing. I wasn’t even sure where the self-proclaimed Demon Lord came from.0

Then again, I didn’t have time to think about this. How do I stop the fiery rain of calamity…?0

“Huh?” 0

But then, I noticed something odd. Everything—the burning sun, Il-Ho, and even the people of Gayamis, who were praying fervently to me—were frozen like paused video footage. 0

“I didn’t stop them, you fool. I’m talking to you through your consciousness. The real you is still in peril.” The old man clicked his tongue. 1

He’d been calling me a fool every single time and it pissed me off!0

“Um, I’m not exactly sure who you are…”0

“I’m the Demon Lord!” The old man bellowed.0

“Sure, sure, Elder Demon Lord. Now that we’re acquainted with each other, can you send me back?” 0

Why would this old man interrupt me from using the Heavenly Sword Treasury? But if time was indeed running in reality, now wasn’t the time to demand an explanation.0

Moreover, this old man didn’t seem sane.0

“Keke, kekeke!”0

The old man laughed, his shoulders visibly shook. His raspy and harsh laughter reminded me of the sound an iron pot made when scraped with a metal scouring pad.0

“Be it the righteous, the wicked, and even demons, all who pursue martial arts fear me, revere me, and would even...0