It had been about a year. 0

In that relatively short period since regressing, Se-Hoon had experienced a staggering number of life-or-death situations—battles against the Ten Evils, the subjugation of a Harbinger of Destruction, and the rampage of a Perfect One. 0

Each event had been fraught with danger, yet every time, he had successfully overcome it, relying on the knowledge and experience he had.0

That was why he had been confident that no matter what happened, nothing should be a problem for him.0

But now, he finally knew just how mistaken he was.0

“Do you seriously have a personality issue?”0

It was a realization he had come to while facing Luize, whose blue eyes were practically ablaze with fury.0

“Is it that you just enjoy scaring people and then acting like they’re the ones overreacting? Or do you just want to see someone pass out? Huh? Hey, stop sitting there silently and explain yourself already.”0

Her voice was frigid, cutting into him like a blade. 0

Enduring the barrage from his seat on the sofa, Se-Hoon hesitated, rolling his eyes around and around, before cautiously opening his mouth. “Well, I trusted you guys, so—”0

Bang!0

Before he could finish, Luize slammed both hands on the table.0

She locked her burning gaze on him.0

“Choosing to trust us and having no choice but to trust us are two completely different things! Sure, you can act however you want without thinking twice, but do you have any idea how terrifying it is for the rest of us watching?!!!”0

Unlike her usual lighthearted complaints, her voice was filled with genuine anger—and it was only growing.0

Sensing that, Se-Hoon quickly shut his mouth and lowered his gaze. He intuitively knew that anything he said now would only make her angrier.0

…Maybe I did go a little too far.0

From his perspective, he had survived the...0