Lying still, Seo Jun-Ho only had a thin hemp blanket over his body. Sitting next to him, the Thunder God’s expression became serious. With his eyes closed, he quietly reached out and grabbed Seo Jun-Ho's wrist.

"Mmm…"

Seo Jun-Ho’s body was in a state that put even the Thunder God in deep contemplation.

‘I don't think it's possible to strengthen his veins in this state. Treatment comes first.'

How on Earth did he use his body to the point that his entire magic circuit, as well as all the muscles in his body, had ended up in such a mess? At this rate, no matter how much magic power he had, he wouldn’t be able to handle a wisp of magic properly. The Thunder God gently opened his eyes and looked at Seo Jun-Ho. 

‘What kind of hardships did this punk go through?’

Seo Jun-Ho’s magic power had dropped to the bottom, so low that it might as well be stuck underground. He had even used up the innate magic power even normal humans had, let alone Players.

‘Tsk tsk.’

Just what kind of situation he had found himself in that he had to exert himself until he became like this? No, even if he were in a situation where he was about to die, it would...