“Hector!” Ibrahimovic ran over to Hector in surprise. Blood was pouring out of Hector’s right shoulder. Ibrahimovic quickly got out a potion and poured it onto Hector’s injury. However, it didn’t heal.

“You crazy bastard!” Hector attempted to run towards Yeon-woo with bloodshot eyes, but he paused in mid-step as a sharp blade pointed at his forehead.

“It’s common knowledge that you shouldn’t touch someone without their permission in the Tower. You’re a captain of the Fantasy Regiment, and you don’t even know that?”

“You…!”

Thwack! Yeon-woo swung the Magic Bayonet without any hesitation. Hector’s head rolled on the ground, his expression still angry. Covered in blood, Ibrahimovic looked at Yeon-woo with frightened eyes. He suddenly remembered that the Hoarder had gotten his name not because he’d taken hidden pieces and karma for himself—it was also because he’d taken the lives of all the guys who’d picked fights with him.  

“What? Do you have something else to say?”

“N-no.”

Yeon-woo shook the blood off the Magic Bayonet and returned it to his waist...