What popped out of the Dungeon was a skeleton in a ragged robe. In the arms of the skeleton were research journals that she seemed to have urgently packed.

Sasasasak!

The research journals were exposed to the intense snowstorm brought over by the banshee, and they were blown away and scattered by the wind. The lich screamed as she looked at the research journals flying away somewhere.

- No…! My journals!

It wasn't a day or two of effort. For decades and hundreds of years, she had researched alone, rotting away in this dirty Dungeon. Of course, the contents and results of the research were kept intact in her head. But those diaries were the fruit of her effort. The only fruit she had achieved since she had become a lich and lost all feelings. If she succeeded in becoming a human once again, those journals would have become a precious treasure of the world.

- …

The lich glanced down at the journals she had held onto until the end. She was now left with only a few pages out of hundreds of years' worth of writing. She was furious. Blue lights blossomed inside her empty sockets.

- Kkrrrr…! You… do you know… what you've done…?!

The world sympathized with the lich's anger. The snowflakes that swept through the area became hard and sharp hail. The whole world in sight became Seo Jun-Ho's enemy.

[U-ugh…]

Face to face with the lich's anger, the banshee began to tremble. The vengeful spirits...