The Author's POV

Leviathan building, private training ground, Lock.

—Clang! —Clang!

A sword and two daggers interlocked together, and sparks flew in the air.

Shortly after, two figures appeared a couple of meters away from each other. Their breathing was even, indicating that their exchange was only a light one.

They were Kevin and Jin.

Staring at the daggers in his hands, Jin frowned.

Pointing his dagger at Kevin, he darkly said.

"What are you doing?"

His tone carried hints of anger.

"What do you mean?"

Kevin absentmindedly lowered his sword.

Glaring at Kevin, Jin put his daggers away.

"If you're not interested in sparring with me properly, then don't call me again. Don't waste my time like this."

Just before Kevin could reply, Jin turned around and left the training grounds.

Staring at Jin's back, Kevin let out a sigh.

"Haaa…"

Although he wanted to refute what Jin had said, he couldn't muster any words to argue back. That was because he was right.

in

no longer focus on basic

why, but the image of

a curse had been implanted in his mind, making him think of

"Just what are you…"

ground, Kevin's eyes paused on

he slowly picked it

to his relief, he realized that he could now touch the book without going through

of things, it seemed as though it was a one-time

beside the book, Kevin opened the book and read what was written on

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corner of the battlefield, and a thick wave of bloodlust began

the humanoid figure in the distance, *****

it's about time I get

climax of the second wave was

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Climax? What is going on?…and just who

book, the more

him. The more he had

who was the figure depicted in the book? Kevin did try to look back at previous pages

of how much Kevin tried to read the previous pages,

book, Kevin did not experiment much with it. But from what he found out in the last day or so of having it was only visible to him. No one else could see it, further

written on the book, his finger paused on

person was, but in the end, he couldn't. The only thing he knew about the

the book, Kevin was

grip of the book, he

if only I

as he could read back on the book, he'd be able to figure out the identity of

itself was laughing at him, the only thing he could see at the moment was what