“Sometimes, it will fall down on its own if you stack it wrongly.”

“Ah. I see.”

Brony breathed a sigh of relief when the two people in front of him turned their heads away.

‘Phew...’

Brony’s chest was still beating wildly. Although he called the memories of that time as ‘Anyway, it’s just a part of my dark history…’ he could still vividly remember how terrible it was. Kang Minhyuk was someone that would never let his enemies go once he latched on to them. That bastard was now in Bretley Mines! Just then, Brony paused. He thought, ‘But, this bastard...’

Brony squinted to look at Minhyuk’s equipment. He could see that Minhyuk was holding a pickaxe in his hands. The Bretley Mines was frequented by blacksmiths who were at most at Level 100, which meant that Minhyuk was not yet at Level 100. He even had a production class!

‘However, I’m still cannot be too sure about him.’

There were always exceptions to the rule. Brony looked at the now matured and grown-up Kang Minhyuk. He was about ten centimeters taller than back then, and his face had lost its immaturity.

‘Life’s not fair. He looks really handsome,’ Brony thought sourly. It was one thing that Brony had to admit. Thinking about it, Brony had lost all contact with his classmates when he transferred schools. He did not know how it happened but it just did. He also recalled that his father told him not to cause any trouble with him. But that was…

‘That’s in reality!’ 

Would the son of the Chairman...