The voice vanished as though it had never appeared, and the Demonism continued to observe everything as he always did. Yeon-woo was a bit annoyed, but he continued to pull out the purple energy. The Demonism had said he wouldn’t do anything until Yeon-woo was ripe, so he was sure he’d be fine for now.

It wasn’t that hard to move the purple energy, and the Philosopher’s Stone sucked it in as though it were connected. Yeon-woo did wonder if he could use all of it properly because there was so much, but he didn’t stop, and the Philosopher’s Stone began to heat up.

It was a difficult task because the energy seemed like it was about to explode any second, but Yeon-woo endured the feeling of being on fire and succeeded in moving all the purple energy.

The Philosopher’s Stone trembled as if it were still hungry. He didn’t know where all of the energy had gone. He gathered his Consciousness and created a phantom form. It was easier to use this way to examine the Soulstone.

When he opened his eyes again, Yeon-woo could see countless letters in the Philosopher’s Stone. To my older brother, who will listen to this sometime in the...