Yeon-woo left the spire after he spent a day getting used to the Divine Factors and reviewing his fight with Benteke with Time Difference. He spent the entire night examining each detail, looking for a way to defeat Benteke.  ‘Everyone watching would say that I lost the fight.’

It was really more like a draw, which was how Nemesis and Nike saw it as well, but since he had been the one fighting, Yeon-woo considered it a loss. It had only become a draw because of his improvisation and the fact that he’d taken advantage of an unexpected event. But when it came to skills, Yeon-woo fell short of Benteke.

He didn’t like that. ‘At least as much as Benteke…’  Yeon-woo had promised Nemesis that he wouldn’t get drunk on excitement and do something stupid. He was thinking the same thing now. He wasn’t going to waste the weapons he had. However, he had an unresolved regret about his fight with Benteke, and he wanted to finish it with his own hands.

He still remembered the glee of a beast clashing with another beast, the sensation of two monsters facing each other. The memory made his fingers tingle, and he wanted to see the whole...