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Winter arrived, snow piled up, and icy winds blew. Three months had passed since the war at the Manchurian Plain.
The Demon Cult had ceased all activities and hid themselves as if they’d come to some sort of agreement among themselves. Rumors spread that the Demon Cult had run away with their tail between their legs.
The world leaders and the top Rankers knew that was nothing but wishful thinking, even though China and Korea had beaten the Demon Cult. They all thought that there was no way that was the extent of the Demon Cult's forces.
Time flew by like the calm before the storm.
* * *
"Yawn."
As rays of sunshine shone into the room through the window, Oh Kang-Woo stretched out and got up from bed. He'd slept for only an hour, but that much sleep was enough to reinvigorate him. That was possible because a demon's body didn't need sleep in the first place.
"Hmm."
He leaned his back on the pillow and picked up his smartphone. He'd received a few texts from Cha Yeon-Joo and Tian Suyan.
Kang-Woo thought of what he'd done for the past three months.
He'd focused on two things since returning to Korea—Demon Cult activities all over the world and Mythic-grade equipment. Kang-Woo had been searching for signs of the Demon...
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