The heat in my head, which I had barely managed to cool, began to rise again.
Thump, thump.
The sound of my heartbeat echoed throughout my entire body, making even the corners of my eyes tremble. My breathing grew unsteady.
I was aware of it, but I couldnât control it.
What kind of expression was I making?
The fact that I was wondering about this likely meant I wasnât managing myself properly.
âScent?â
The word that escaped Ubong Chwigyeâs mouth unsettled me.
He said he could detect my scent at Yeomyeong?
That item had long since aged.
There was no way my scent could still linger on it.
Was he fishing for information? Perhaps.
Butâ
âShit.â
It was too late to think about that now.
If I was going to deny it, I should have stuck to it to the very end.
It was far too late to deny it now.
So, what should I do?
What can I do?
âHow can I kill that old man right here?â
Would killing him be enough? Could I erase all traces of him as well?
How exactly should I go about it?
What justification would I have for killing him? What excuse could I make?
No, could I even kill him in the first place?
It would take months for my body to heal naturally.
If I wanted to forcefully exert my strength, at least ten days would have to pass.
On top of that, my opponent had already anticipated that I wasnât in good condition.
Whatâs worseâ
âI donât know Ubong Chwigyeâs level.â
I had no way of knowing how much power he wielded.
I had no information on him, yet he likely knew a fair deal about me.
There could be no more despairing situation than this.
So, should I let this go?
That wasnât an option.
If I was exposed now, everything would be over.
All the plans I had painstakingly set into motion would come crashing down.
Was there truly no way to kill him?