Woojin headed towards the part of the forest that hadn't been destroyed, Sunggoo following behind him. Sunggoo's pouting lip was a foot long as he sulked.

“Boss.”

“What?”

“Why don't you teach me any magic?”

Woojin smirked when he saw Sunggoo sulking. “You didn't have to have the ability to be able to learn it.”

“…I don't mind being at boss’ side for the rest of my life. I'll run small errands and excavate all the Bloodstones.”

“But?”

“Please teach me one Fire magic. You know about my dream.”

Flame Magician.

When he had become an Awakened, it had been his greatest desire. He had learned several flame magics, but he hadn't learned anything that would be considered a high rank magic.

Woojin asked, “Can't you just buy a Skill Book and learn it yourself?”

“Ah-ha!”

Why didn't he ever think of that?

Sunggoo had become too used to doing everything with his body, so he had only done what he had been ordered to do. When Sunggoo realized that he could’ve just as easily done that, he was surprised and then depressed.

Woojin patted Sunggoo's shoulder, “Hong Sunggoo. You are our director of miscellaneous work.”

Sunggoo nodded glumly, “…Yes.”

Woojin asked, “What do you think the role of director of miscellaneous work is?”

What else was it? He was basically an errand boy receiving a high salary.

Sunggoo replied morosely, “I'm in charge of the tedious chores.”

Woojin raised an eyebrow, “Do you really think tha...