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“Phew…”
Returning to his dormitory in Babel from the Netherworld, Se-Hoon threw himself onto the couch without even changing his clothes.
“I’m completely drained…”
The fatigue hit him the moment his tension let up. He was fine physically, but it seemed all the deaths and resurrections—particularly Kwang-Soo’s and Meirin’s, respectively—had taken a bigger toll on his nerves than expected.
My physical abilities have improved way beyond my pre-regression level, but mentally… I feel like I’m just getting softer.
Briefly wondering if his evolving synesthetic mindscape had dulled the effects of Soul Honing, Se-Hoon swatted away the meaningless thoughts floating through his head. Instead, he just lay sprawled there across the sofa until something he had forgotten suddenly came to mind.
“Oh. I forgot to check out the hammer.”
Turning to lie on his back, Se-Hoon stared at the ceiling as he reached into his dream storage to pull out the new hammer he got from Meirin. The red hammer fit perfectly in his hand, like he had used it for years. But the force it radiated and its intense color, somewhere between flame and blood, made his eyes narrow.
This is definitely not the same as the Ember Hammer.
Only the overall shape was similar; the details and the power he sensed from within were completely different. Given that the personnel, skill level, and materials involved in its creation...
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