Jio glanced at him and said, “There is. It’s called [Temperament of the Lamb].”
“It’s a myth-grade scenario item—a holy relic that enables ‘resurrection.’ It’s in the hands of that infuriating bastard, which is the problem, but it’s only a matter of time… Why? What’s with that face?”
“…Mr. Jio.”
“a..”
“You know [Temperament of the Lamb] has a time limit, right?”
Ah. So that’s it. Gyeon Jioh let out a deflated laugh.
“You think I’d make a deal without even reading the item description? It’s three hours. I practically killed myself trying to stop Gyeon Riok’s biological clock within that window…”
“It’s two hours.”
Just looking at Jio made his fingertips start to tremble. Seized by a nameless dread, Baek Dohyun whispered like a groan.
“I heard it from the Neutral Sentinel, so I’m sure. I did wonder why he told me this…”
The expression wiped clean off the face across from him. Jio realized it too.
‘Reality Forgery.’
“…T—Trickster.”
Crunch. The magician didn’t think twice. He teleported.
Hrk, h—huk…
“Save… me…”
It was a sea of blood.