Celine’s head had been completely destroyed, but she didn’t mind it too much—her physical body was meaningless from the moment she had decided to devote it to the Crack anyway. Celine had connected herself to dozens of bodies using the nerves, which any of the priests from the Thornbush Priest Organization could do.

However, the fear that took hold of her body for a short moment couldn’t be easily shaken off.

Fear and shock kept Celine frozen while she hid under the surface for a while to prevent her from doing anything to attract Juan’s attention. Celine recalled Juan’s burning eyes and the hand which reached out for her while covered in an ink-colored armor. She had thought that Juan was nothing compared to those from the Crack.

However, Juan was about to break Celine’s world into tiny pieces.

‘Who the heck is he?’

Juan was not some random fool who simply wandered into the wasteland. Celine could now see why the Thornbush Priest Organization had told her to keep a close eye on him. Then, Celine inadvertently remembered how the Order of Lindwurm also instinctively felt fear toward Juan. She figured that they might know something about that bastard’s identity.

Celine searched through the minds and memories of the knights of the Order of Lindwurm to get any and all information they had on Juan. Surprisingly, there was a memory in...