“It’s true that Lee Gun makes better stuff.”

Lee Gun was outstanding. His fighting ability was top-notch, but his ability as a Maker was special. For the Goat Saint, a master craftsman with skillful hands, this was a hit against his pride. Of course, Lee Gun’s weapons looked crude compared to his. However…

“My god! The blade hit steel, yet didn’t break.”

“I cut down a thousand monsters with it, yet this weapon is like new.”

“The blade Sebastian made became dull after I used it ten times.”

“At this point, it would be better to pass the title of the Maker Saint to Lee Gun.”

The other eleven Zodiac Saints had recognized Lee Gun’s skills. In fact, they chose Lee Gun over Sergeyevich, the actual Maker Saint. Moreover, they considered the royal holy items treasures from the gods and always tried to commission Lee Gun to fix these items.

All this had hurt the Goat Saint’s pride. 

Lee Gun hadn’t received any power from the gods. He wasn’t taught by anyone either. Yet, he was skilled; he was overwhelmingly good with his hands. Lee Gun was in the 1% where hard work couldn’t catch up as if he had god-given instincts. 

That was why Sergeyevich used to feel despair. Due to this, a desire grew within him. ‘I’ll make Lee Gun my slave someday.’

Sergeyevich was the Maker Saint. His main power came from holy items. However, his expertise overlapped with Lee Gun’s, and his pride wouldn’t allow Lee Gun to be better. So, he hated Lee Gun.

He secretly developed...