“Ninety percent chance of defeating the Summer Queen myself? Well, that was a load of bullshit.” Yeon-woo snorted at himself for thinking that he’d be able to handle the Summer Queen with the Martial King’s help. It would already be an advantage if he didn’t get in the Martial King’s way. Even though she was injured, the Summer Queen was still the Summer Queen. 

She was the last dragon, as well as the absolute ruler of the Tower for the last thousand years. Thinking that he could handle someone like that was just a daydream. Even if he tried to help the Martial King, he would just be a casualty in a fight between beasts.

However, Yeon-woo couldn’t help feeling a bit envious. ‘That’s...supposed to...