âThat bastard, seriously.â
Woo Hyukâno, to be precise, the being occupying Woo Hyuk's bodyâstood before me, and I couldn't help but think.
How many times is he going to let himself get possessed? Damn it, saving him is getting exhausting.
âIf this keeps up, I shouldâve just let him get taken over. Damn fool.â
It was absurd.
After all the effort I went through to save him, he got himself possessed again by some unknown entity.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIs he even the so-called genius everyone claims he is?â
A genius of his generation.
The pride of Wudang, hailed as a once-in-a-century prodigy.
Had he not needlessly thrown away his life in his previous one, he might have contended for the title of Sword King in his time.
But looking at him now, I began doubting even his so-called talent.
At this point, he might as well roll out a red carpet and yell, âHere, take my body!â
âAnd besidesâ¦â
I frowned as I looked at the thing occupying him.
âWho the hell possessed him this time?â
For a moment, I wondered if it might be Mang.
Perhaps he wasnât truly dead and had simply bided his time to take over Woo Hyukâs body again.
The thought crossed my mind.
Butâ
âNo.â
I shook my head firmly.
That wasnât Mang.
âItâs insulting to even compare them.â
This being was far beyond Mang in sheer presence.
Zzzzt-
A faint tremor ran through my fingertips.
It was an unfamiliar sensation.
My body instinctively tensed.
Something primal inside me screamed a warningâthis was dangerous.
âThis is insane.â
Even my lips trembled as I felt it.
I hadnât sensed anything like this, not even when facing Mang or that Crimson-Rank beast.
It was sharp. Terrifyingly so. A presence that cut deeply and left me both awed and scared.
It was as if I stood before a master craftsmanâs masterpieceâa blade honed to perfection over countless years.
Could a human evoke such feelings?
It was absurd, yet that was all I could think of.
âI canât feel any energy.â
There wasnât any aura to be sensed.
And that made it even more unnerving.
âThis is purely from presence alone.â