After Chang-Sun left, Choi Bu-Yong collapsed into his chair again.

Plop!

It was as if a storm had swept the forge; Bu-Yong could not pull himself together for a long time even after Chang-Sun left. He muttered in confusion, “What the hell is with that guy…”

Still, he was sure about one thing. The connection that had just been formed brought a new change to his life, which was previously filled with depression, uncertainty, frustration, and despair. He was unsure whether the change was a chance to start a new life or a happy episode that did not mean much, but he was sure that a new phase of his life had begun.

Woof! Pant, pant, pant.

As if he had read his owner’s thoughts, Wilson let out a light and pleasant bark. With a faint smile, Bu-Yong stroked the dog’s head and said, “Yeah, I’m not sure what happened, but now that things have turned out this way, let’s do this right.”

The blueprints for Chang-Sun’s requested weapons were already being drawn inside Bu-Yong’s mind. When he held the hammer in his hand, it felt like new.

The new Ou Yezi was about to be born.

* * *

The Highoff Clan’s Attack Department Head, Go Seung-Won, felt as if he had gotten into a real pickle. He asked, “Have you found the guy who closed the Dungeon?”

“They haven’t found…” his subordinate timidly reported.

“Why can’t you do your jobs properly?!” Seung-Won yelled at the top of his lungs.

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