“Hell?” Gi-Gyu felt he had heard it wrong. “Didn’t the Tower absorb hell?”

“Hmm…” Paimon didn’t answer Gi-Gyu immediately. After a few seconds, he mumbled, “I don’t think the tuning is perfect.”

“...?”

“I can’t remember it very well.”

“Pardon?” Gi-Gyu asked in puzzlement.

“It doesn’t look like my consciousness has settled well in Min-Su’s body. My memories are all mixed up. This won’t do.”

“...?”

“A bit more fine-tuning is needed… We will talk later,” Paimon mumbled to himself and stood up. “Don’t worry. I am certain nothing will happen for a while. The fact that I joined your side will put pressure on Andras. He’ll definitely plan something, but he won’t rush into anything yet. So, focus on improving your newly gained power for now.”

Paimon looked at Gi-Gyu and continued, “This war… It will be long, boring, and difficult. You’re more important than you think in this war.” He gazed into Gi-Gyu’s eyes and added, “You’re at the center of this battle… My head hurts. You’ll have to come back later. I need to rest.”

With this, Paimon left the room. Gi-Gyu didn’t stop him because he could tell Paimon wasn’t lying.

Left alone, Gi-Gyu thought about what Paimon had said. He needed to think about...