The Hypocrite’s Mask, an object personally used by a Highlord, held infinite value just by having inherited his name.

Right now, even Gungnir, that had once been used by the One-Eyed Lord, was unique in its powers and utility; there was no doubt that the Hypocrite’s Mask would prove to be equally powerful.

Or at least, that was what Kim Jin-Woo hoped. From his point of view, the Hypocrite’s Mask was merely a fancy artifact that held no practical purpose. Perhaps it held the Highlord’s spirit inside of it as it lay in wait for a new body, but the item felt more dangerous than attractive in his eyes.

He was certain of his thoughts on the mask, and decided to follow Mimir’s advice without any second thoughts. However, his hand didn’t let the Mask go.

“Urgh.” He tried countless times to hand over the mask as soon as possible, but his hand refused to follow his will, as it continued to clutch the Mask tightly. He muttered, “Something’s wrong.”

Only then did Mimir finally realize something was awry as he belatedly read the situation and shouted, startled, “Quickly! Quickly let it go!”

“It’s not that I don’t want to!” Kim Jin-Woo tried so hard to take his hand off the Mask that it was trembling violently, but his hand refused...