Kwang-Soo, a former S-rank hero who once traveled the world with Ludwig and hunted countless monsters and demons, had a foul personality and mouth which didn’t earn him the greatest reputation. However, back then, he was considered an outstanding figure, thought to be the next Perfect One.2

And even now, as a professor at Babel Academy, he was still a respectable figure to the graduates he had taught.0

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Rub. Rub.0

But to Se-Hoon, he was nothing but a senile old man who would not stop examining him with fumbling hands.0

“Don’t you dare move. I warned you.”0

Kwang-Soo touched Se-Hoon’s entire body, starting from his shoulders and going all the way to his calves. He even fiddled with Se-Hoon’s hands and feet. Meanwhile, Se-Hoon just looked at Kwang-Soo with a strange expression.0

No matter how I look at him, he just seems senile…0

He had been assuming that Kwang-Soo was half-senile, and now it seemed certain that he was. Se-Hoon started to seriously ponder whether Kwang-Soo’s senility was a result of the butterfly effect caused by his intervention with the current timeline.0

“You. What exactly are you?”0

Finally taking his hands off Se-Hoon after ten minutes, Kwang-Soo looked at Se-Hoon with sharp eyes.0

“Last time, you seemed like an experienced blacksmith. And this time, you’re seemingly like an experienced spearman with that stance. What kind of sorcery is this?”1

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