He was the same rank as Malacus. And as he beat more boss monsters, he became the richest man in the world. There were dozens of glamorous girls in his arms, including Jishuka and Laella. Additionally, his first love, Ahyoung...

“Why don’t you like Yura?”

“...”

Yura was an unrealistically beautiful woman. Honestly, he had never seen a more beautiful woman than her, to the extent that everything else faded in her presence. Even Ahyoung, whom he had liked for 10 years, was nothing in comparison. 

However, she wasn’t glamorous. Her chest was slightly larger than average. If he considered that she might be wearing a pushup bra, her chest might be only average. 

"You aren’t glamorous, so why are you here?” he asked and Yura’s face became as cold as ice. It seems he had touched her sore spot.

“Hiiik!”

He begged for his life, but there was no mercy from the Blood Witch.

Puok.

A dagger pierced into his heart.

“Uh... Cough! Killing a person so casually... truly the Blood Witch...” 

She was a cruel woman.

“Heeeeok!”

Youngwoo opened his eyes to a familiar sight—the dirty ceiling. He was laying down on the small and dirty bed in his room. It was a happy dream where he was the richest man in the world and had the most beautiful women in his arms, but it was also a bad dream because...