The Black Tower Incident had forced Se-Hoon to realize that the changes he had made to the world weren’t as significant as he had hoped. 0

Although he had expertly utilized his pre-regression knowledge to eliminate countless enemies and save even more people, in the grand scheme of things, it had only been less than a year—a fleeting moment.0

Even if the world was playing out differently, there was no guarantee that it wouldn’t face destruction in thirty years, just as it had before.0

If I disappear all of a sudden, that outcome becomes even more likely.0

The world was set on a path toward annihilation, changing only because of how he had been acting as a variable. If that variable were to vanish? Then nothing would stop the world from reverting to its doomed fate.0

When Wurgen had died, that reality had sunk deeply into Se-Hoon. Thus, to prevent such a situation from happening, he thought it best to forge something that could serve as his replacement.0

And what he came up with was a specialized automaton that could perfectly replicate his abilities and be controlled from anywhere in the world.0

BOOM!0

The Warhound shattered Demon’s Edge’s head.0

Taken by surprise, the creature wobbled. Its grotesque head, which had been stitched together beneath a white mask, had been obliterated without a trace. Immediately, Demon’s Edge lost all strength and his limbs collapsed like a puppet with severed strings.0

The attack had come too fast for it to comprehend, severing his thoughts mid-process. As a result, he couldn’t even figure out that an enemy stood before him. 0

Demon’s Edge was left in a vulnerable state, one that the Warhound took to continue its barrage.0

Its left hand, which had just crushed Demon’s Edge’s head, grabbed the creature’s regrowing stump—preventing its regeneration. Then, its right hand pierced straight through Demon’s Edge’s abdomen to shatter his heart.0

Just like that, the Warhound had neutralized two of...0