“Huff… Huff… Huff… Ahh… I’m so tired!”

Thud!

Han-Yeol lay flat on the ground, which was drenched in the blood of the monsters. However, he didn't care at all, as long as he could lie down.

"Ah… I'm dying," he muttered while gazing up at the sky.

The only thing he cared about right now was getting some rest, even if it meant getting dirty. He had been fighting for forty-eight hours straight, and fatigue had begun to take its toll both physically and mentally.

Nevertheless, he emerged victorious after the bloody battle, which resembled more of a war based on the aftermath.

“Damn it… I’m so tired…”

“Kyu…!”

Mavros was on the ground beside Han-Yeol, having returned to his cute size. He had worked tirelessly for the last forty-eight hours and was now extremely tired. He had flown around, luring the monsters toward Han-Yeol. He had even joined the battle once there were no monsters left to lure.

Around the thirty-eighth hour mark, the demons Han-Yeol had summoned began to return to the demon world one by one. While they might be quite strong in their own ways, quantity was bound to triumph over quality if there were enough of them.

Fortunately, the demons simply returned to the demon world and did not die, which meant that Han-Yeol could summon them again...