A chilly sensation brushes past my cheek.
Instinctively sensing the texture, I lift the corners of my mouth.
“Look at this bastard.”
A clear hostility is felt from the opponent.
Facing the yellow eyes beyond the distorted expression, I tilt my head.
“You knew?”
“…”
“How did you know?”
I pose the question, but the Divine Dragon just bites his lips tightly and doesn’t give an answer.
If he’s going to act like that, why bother asking in the first place?
Staring at the guy silently, I ask something else.
“So, why do I have to refute that?”
The talk that the youngest Transformation Realm is a false rumor.
Is there really a need to bother refuting it? I don’t know.
“That’s….”
At my words, the Divine Dragon finally opens his mouth slowly.
“…Because that rumor is false.”
The youngest Transformation Realm officially acknowledged by the Murim Alliance is the Divine Dragon in front of me.
However, this is just the official story.
Then, who is the real youngest Transformation Realm?
Is it me?
It might be. Reaching the Transformation Realm before turning twenty would indeed be an enormous feat.
However.
Can I say it with certainty?
‘Well.’
I don’t know.
Unofficial means exactly that—information that’s not known.
And even if I really am the youngest Transformation Realm, it doesn’t matter.
“I don’t really care.”
I don’t pay attention to such trivial things, and honestly, it holds no meaning.
‘What meaning is there in something obtained like this.’
My current level is merely based on regression.
Youngest Transformation Realm? To me, it’s just a utterly useless term.
What help would such a thing be.
It’s not important to me at all.
“Just you do it. I’m going.”
If you want it, take as much as you like.
Because I have to obtain something much bigger than that.
I don’t know how the Divine Dragon knew this, but that doesn’t matter much either.
If you want, use such rumors as much as you like.