*** Independence Day ***

“Is there still no progress?”

The atmosphere in the room was tense. No, to be precise, it was heavy.

The air in the room seemed sticky, and those inside felt like they were surrounded by a viscous liquid. If a person didn’t have the strength to protect themself, they might soon suffocate and lose their life in such an environment.

Buried deep in a sofa, Tan was visibly angry.

The problem was that this atmospheric phenomenon did not originate from an overwhelming and suffocating sort of momentum aura or pressure but a [phenomenon] in which the actual air in the room actually became viscous.

‘The effects are getting stronger and stronger…’

Tan wasn’t doing anything on purpose; it was just that he was in a bad mood. The current phenomenon, which violated the laws of physics, occurred whenever his mood became dark.

Being able to have such an impact on the material world with just a change in his emotional state meant that Tan was at a different power level from before.

‘Has he regained his past powers? But how?’

Tan, who was called the [Demonic Dragon of the Apocalypse], was the king of kings, the top of the food chain. He had belonged to the highest rank in the...