[Ah! Please forgive us for our insolence! We did not even realize that you were the prophesied Great Being!]0

[Please forgive us!]0

“Hey, I’m not–sigh…” Han-Yeol tried to reason with the sorcerers but instead let out a sigh and gave up.0

The sorcerers flinched the moment Han-Yeol let out a sigh. They had always been careful around him and treated him with respect as the savior of their dimension, but that went up a notch once they were convinced he was the prophesied figure in the legend passed down in their race.0

“Alright, why don’t you all get up first?” Han-Yeol said.0

[Yes! Great One!]0

The sorcerers looked at him with sparkling eyes.0

‘Is that something greater than a Dimension Lord? Ah, they had the tendency to be on their guard whenever someone from another race becomes the Dimension Lord. They would only show respect when needed for formalities. I was the only exception since I led them through countless wars and victories and earned their respect.’0

Achieving the title of the Dimension Lord was no easy feat, but that did not mean they would automatically gain the Bastrolings’ respect. Earning the respect of the Bastrolings was a very...0