「What rank did you say?」
「…B-rank.」
Their very first meeting was in front of a Gate.
It was because of a sudden Rift that had broken out around Yeouido.
With the Gate closed and the place in a bustle, rushing the wounded away, Gyeon Riok looked back at Baek Dohyun.
Ptui. He spat saliva laced with dust, then muttered irritably. F**k. Not exactly a completely hopeless moron, but.
「Not like you’ve got no feel for the sword. So why are you like this?」
「…」
「Your head’s rotten. That’s why your point is all over the place.」
「…」
「You know what kind of guys die first when they go into the Tower?」
「…」
「Guys like you. Not the bottom-tier scrubs—the half-baked ones who trust their grade and charge in like you. Those in-between clowns are the first to get killed.」
It stung, but there was no room for excuses.
If not for…