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.

not in

the red book, he could no longer focus

didn't know why, but the image of the

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

"Just what are you…"

side of the training ground, Kevin's eyes

up to it, he slowly

his relief, he realized that he could now touch the book

seemed as though

opened the book and read what was written on

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down on every corner of the battlefield, and a thick

distance, *****

like it's about

climax of the second wave

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What is going on?…and just who

Kevin read the book, the

complete mystery to him. The more he had

to look back

much Kevin tried to read the previous pages, the pages wouldn't

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

on the words written on the book, his

tried to figure out who the person was, but in the end, he couldn't. The only thing he knew about the person was that he was a male,

the page of the book, Kevin was

the grip of the book, he silently

only I could

book, he'd be able to figure out

couldn't. As though fate itself was laughing at him, the only thing he could see at the moment was what was happening