Seol Jihu glared at the enemy while drawing a heavy breath.

‘How long has it been since the fight began? Ten hours?’

Seol Jihu spat out a cough and scrunched his brows. The dried-up blood around his mouth, his limp left arm, and several other marks of a fierce battle showed his horrible state.

The tracksuit Kim Hannah bought for him had long since turned to rags, and pale blue bruises were visible all over his ribcage. He seemed to be bleeding as well as there was a red stain on his side.

Despite his sorry state, he wasn’t just taking a beating.

Three times. That was the number of fatal blows he’d dealt the rampaging Homunculus. Meaning, he would be able to eliminate the rampaging Homunculus with two more fatal blows.

However, Seol Jihu felt farther and farther away from the death of his enemy as the number of times the enemy could recover from mortal wounds decreased. This was because the Homunculus grew stronger with each revival.

After surviving a fatal blow, the Homunculus would power up significantly. It would develop new abilities like being able to extend its arms and legs, or its movements would grow sharper.

This wasn’t just Seol Jihu imagining things. A little while ago, he shot out multiple Mana Spears in a fit of anger, one of which luckily hit the Homunculus’s vital spot and killed it. After it revived, it refused to let him attack the same area again.

…Right, the rampaging Homunculus was evolving through the fight.

From a clueless child to a seasoned warrior.

‘Damned monster.’

Seol Jihu cursed under his breath, coming to terms with the word ‘impossible’ the more he fought.

‘If only I had the Spear of Purity….’

Never mind the divine spear, he would be in a much better situation if he just had the Festina Earring or the Blessing of the Circum.

But knowing this was a useless thought, Seol Jihu shook...