A fierce wind slammed into Ilhwan. Plunging off the cliff, he cut through the dense mist, free-falling to the depths below.0

There was no fear in his expression as he plummeted headlong. He didn’t even consider using mana for something as trivial as this, let alone feel panicked. He had been through far, far worse in the past.0

I think falling behind was the beginning.0

In a past now forgotten by everyone, he had been a hunter who had awakened in the early days of the Great Cataclysm. Back then, people like him hadn’t even been called “hunters.” There hadn’t been an official ranking system at the time either. Sometimes when Ilhwan looked back on those days, he wondered what rank he might have been. No hunter had been able to gauge the level of their power, since mana-measuring devices had not been invented yet.0

Perhaps that was the reason everyone was able to be so reckless. Nobody had known the extent of their own power. Instead, they had voluntarily jumped into mysterious gates that could have been filled with any number of unknown dangers. Some had lost their lives in an instant when the dungeons turned out to be more than they could handle.0

But looking back, there had been something strangely romantic about those times. That rash courage was possible because they couldn’t...0