At some point, after an unknown passing of time, Yeon-woo had lost the concept of time altogether.

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Day 1. Yeon-woo was in a tight battle with a Demonism.

Very entertaining. I’ve heard so much about you. You live up to your reputation.

The Demonism boasted a much stronger power than the Demonism that had tormented Yeon-woo in the past. It seemed that not all Demonisms were the same. Based on the world they were born in, the achievements they had built up, and the number of years they had spent alive seemed to factor into their overall power level.

Yeon-woo had chosen this Demonism because it was the nearest to him, but the Demonism seemed on par power-wise to Yeon-woo… No, it boasted a power that might be slightly stronger. The Demonism was comparable in power to an elder god or even one of the Eight Gods of Disorder. It was absurd that an existence with such a superior power was only a very ‘minor’ part of the Black King.

But there was something else that annoyed Yeon-woo. In addition to possessing such strength and power, the environment favored the Demonism. Since darkness was scattered all over the place, even if the Demonism’s arm was cut off, it was possible for the Demonism to restore its limb quickly.

There seemed to be no limit to the Demonism’s physical strength or magic power. Rather, as the fight went on, the Demonism seemed to grow stronger. It was as if the Demonism was regaining some of the fighting methods it had forgotten long ago.

On the other hand, Yeon-woo, who...