“Hmm…”0

Upon stepping outside the Department of Martial Arts’ main building, Se-Hoon confirmed there was no one around before pulling his left hand out of his pants pocket.0

Twitch, twitch-0

His left hand was wriggling uncontrollably. Despite it being very clearly part of his own body, it moved like a separate entity.0

If I wasn’t suppressing it with Soul Honing, it would have strangled me by now.0

The method he had used—synchronizing the Kwang-Soo's synesthetic mindscape with his left hand, specializing it for his body, and then recreating the techniques contained within—was something he had seen or analyzed a few times before. But while its use wasn't too difficult and proved highly effective, the side effects were significant.0

I originally intended to just crudely mimic his techniques, but it ended up being so effective that my left hand has essentially become a clone of Kwang-Soo’s left hand…1

In hindsight, it made sense. For those who could handle mana, the synesthetic mindscape was essentially the source that enabled them to control that power. And since he had directly integrated someone else’s synesthetic mindscape into his body, the different source settled in and took control.0

It kinda feels like I have an AI based on Kwang-Soo’s personality controlling it.1

It was a situation that would horrify both the winner and the loser. Se-Hoon, however, found it fascinating.0

With this kind of effect, it might actually be quite useful.0

Before the regression, Se-Hoon had no notable talent except for his blacksmithing skills. In combat especially, he was subjected to harsh criticism. 0

He could always somehow learn the basic movements and improve their efficiency to some extent. Yet, every time, he found himself blocked by the next step: blending his synesthetic mindscape...0