Chi-Woo doubted his ears. It was neither Eshnunna’s voice nor Mimi’s voice. What could it be then?

—His physical attributes are barely passable, but his foundation is no joke. It can outshine pretty much any talent.

It was that voice again. Chi-Woo raised his head slightly.

—Ha…

A semi-transparent arm popped out of the statue. Seemingly troubled, the figure in front of him scratched the helmet he was wearing. Chi-Woo had thought about the possibility… It really was Salem’s founder in front of him. Chi-Woo quickly lowered his head and prayed desperately.

‘Growth! I wish for an ability that will help me grow!’ Chi-Woo prayed, as he had been really envious of Ru Amuh’s Eudaimonism skill.

—Huh? Growth? You already have something good. So good that what I can give you won’t even be able to compare to it.

At first, the founder’s response disappointed Chi-Woo.

—Well…if you want it so much, I can give it to you. But I won’t be held responsible even if the ability I give you conflicts with what you already have and chips away from your potential… Ah! I got it, Ma’am! I won’t give it to him! I said I won’t!

Then just when the founder seemed to be moving in a desirable direction, his tone became conflicted again.

—I know too! That I shouldn’t hastily mess up this guy’s condition! But it’s he who wants it so much!

Salem Philip waved his arms madly and explained. Chi-Woo wondered why Salem’s founder was suddenly acting like this, not knowing that Salem Philip was currently in some hot water. The founder had planned to give Chi-Woo whatever and get the deal done with, but now, the two gods protecting Chi-Woo were furious at Salem Phillip. It was understandable, of course. Chi-Woo was like a being they had perfectly and beautifully decorated, and now some random guy was trying to make changes to him.

—La Bella and…no. Who is this bastard anyway?

Salem moaned, as he suddenly felt like...