The blood that had run down his body dripped onto the floor. That sound alone filled the empty silence. Baek Dohyun didn’t look away.
Jio stared straight into those eyes, packed with a warped conviction, then let out a short snort.
“Can’t I just kill you, then?”
“I’m more drawn to killing you, ripping the clock, and me going back. Obviously it’s better for the world if the strongest—me—regresses than some shabby B-rank. And the clock was originally mine, right?”
“No.”
Baek Dohyun refused flatly.
“I’ve already satisfied one of the conditions, so the clock now recognizes me as its owner. That’s impossible.”
Gyeon Jioh is a transcendent and a mage.
He knew better than Baek Dohyun himself that there was no petty greed, calculation, or lie mixed into that denial.
‘Regression, huh…’
It wasn’t that he’d never thought about turning everything back.
But he knew that in all things there’s a price, so he’d never presumed to covet it.
Here and now, Jio was too tired to pay yet another price.
But—
‘What do you know—there’s a sucker…