I faced Kim Yul. 0

He looks handsome.0

The man’s long, silver strands were dancing softly in the night wind as if they had no weight, barely holding onto his scalp. It felt like his hair would scatter into some unnamed desert when it was cut.3

Yes, his silver hair seemed to yearn for the desert. It was the place he had left, the one he could leave at any time, the same place he would eventually find himself heading toward once more. This longing for the sandy desert could be felt every time his hair brushed past each and every single hair.0

“Mr. Kim Yul.”0

“Yes, I’m here. Is this the Demonic Realm? So many powerful people are gathered here. Even if I were to fight them in my prime, I wouldn’t be so sure of my victory.”0

Kim Yul looked around the yard with his icy blue eyes. The Blood Demon Unit, the Heavenly Demon Cult’s elites and now my clan’s warriors met his gaze in belligerence. 0

“They’re quite a force.”0

He was now a part-time cafe worker, though he had once reigned as an absolute monarch on the Tower’s fiftieth floor. Well, Kim Yul was known for his sincerity.0

“How strong?” I asked. 0

“If you go up to the fiftieth floor with these guys following you, no ragtags will dare come near. The witches and wizards who live in the Magic Tower will have to stop spinning their webs and fight you all to determine who the master of the fiftieth floor is.”0

I tapped Uburka on the arm. “What if you count him too?”0

Kim Yul carefully observed Uburka. His chest and thigh muscles were bulging so much that they were no different from...0