After a while, Ji-Cheok could see the blood starting to drain out of the Hobgoblin’s body. It flowed into the circle, and the circle began to glow with an increasingly evil aura. It reminded Ji-Cheok of a low-budget horror movie that he had watched when he was a kid. A gloomy aura filled the room, and finally, the light turned into mist-like particles and headed toward the Gate. Eventually, the Gate changed color to dark purple.

‘Good. It happened exactly like the information said. That color looks like something from a demon’s castle. The Gate itself is telling me not to do it.’

“So, it was true…” Mu-Cheok said.

“Of course it’s true. When did I ever lie to you? This information cost me 150,000 Likes; it better be true.”

Even though Ji-Cheok had been pretty much scammed in the process, he was not going to tell his brother that.

“Can’t you buy some decent Unique skills with that amount of Likes?”

Ji-Cheok remembered that he told his brother about the general price of skills with respect to the Likes. And it seemed like Mu-Cheok remembered.

“That’s true. I used that many Likes just for a piece of information.”

That number of Likes couldn’t even get him the real [Heart of the Lowest Demon],...