The next moment,  

“...!” 

Kang Chul-In found himself standing on a spire of the Ancient Empire’s castle. 

“What now...?” 

Kang Chul-In muttered to himself in absurdity. He was no longer portraying Julius and was back to himself. 

Why was that so? 

Why did Kang Chul-In, who was witnessing his past memories through Julius’ eyes, now exist as himself? 

“How was that?” 

Suddenly, a voice could be heard. 

“...!” 

Kang Chul-In turned around immediately. 

“Kang Chul-In, my reincarnation.” 

The speaker… stood in front of the spire’s entrance. 

Long, black hair. 

Crimson-red eyes. 

Sharp features and with Kang Chul-In’s height. 

The two were similar. 

Other than the hair length and the eye color, Julius Berlineta Pon Aurangzeb was almost identical to Kang Chul-In in appearance. It was almost as if they were reflections in a mirror. 

“You bastard.” 

Kang Chul-In spoke. 

“You must be that Emperor of Blood and Iron, whom I’m sick and tired of hearing about.” 

Kang Chul-In made a caustic comment. 

“The bastard who kept dropping strange subplots in my path.” 

The existence...