Kim Do-Joon’s eyes gleamed with curiosity as he looked down at the Shadow Lord. The being was still collapsed on the ground, with his crown in Kim Do-Joon’s hand.0

Father?0

Of course, Kim Do-Joon wasn’t this guy’s father. He only had one daughter in the world, no exceptions. Therefore, it could only mean one thing: he was referring to the old man from the dream. That meant, the “youngest” one mentioned in the dream was the Shadow Lord.0

I had my suspicions.0

As such, It wasn’t that surprising to Kim Do-Joon. However, hearing it directly from the source gave him a strange feeling—less a sense of satisfaction at being right and more something deeper, like uncovering a long-lost piece of himself.1

Kim Do-Joon always wondered where his copy-paste skill came from, and what was the origin of the labyrinth key he had found in that cave at the cliff.0

He had never heard of anything like this skill or item before. It made sense, since he was just a lowly Gatherer back then. However, even now, as one of the top Hunters in the world, he’d never come across anything remotely similar, let alone a single clue.0

And the first piece of that puzzle came from the quivering Shadow Lord. 0

“I was wrong! I’m sorry!”...0