When he was running over, countless possibilities raced through his mind. 0

Perhaps a hero had appeared to save his master. 0

Perhaps his master had miraculously escaped the ambush. 0

Perhaps, just like the vision he had a few days ago, his master was already dead.0

Sung-Ha prayed fervently for even the most improbable possibility of his master’s survival to come true. He prayed that the very probable possibility of his master’s death had not come true.0

And in the end, what Sung-Ha actually encountered at the end of the countless probable outcomes… was a sight he had never once considered.0

“I really wanted to show you how to kill these bastards myself… but it seems Doppelganger dragged its feet.” The regretful voice resounded in the air as the Flame Demon kicked a corpse at his feet. 1

And having been kicked down the pile of corpses stacked like a mountain, a face that had been hidden until now was revealed.0

“Are you the orphan that old man picked up?”0

“Whatever you’re thinking, forget about becoming the sect master. Don’t even dream of it. We could just erase you and your old man from this world without anyone ever noticing.”0

Won-Ryong’s son, one of the people who had envied Sung-Ha’s talent and tormented him, was someone Sung-Ha had sworn to take revenge on someday. But now he was a corpse, just like the same familiar faces next to him.0

Each and every...0