Gasp.
Gyeon Jioh’s mouth dropped open.
This is driving me insane. B-Babel, have mercy……!
‘What the hell is wrong with this guy? He’s fucking terrifying!’
Only after hearing those words did the memory suddenly flash back into Jioh’s mind as well.
That was the conversation from the first time Jeong Gilgaon and Jioh had run into each other by chance at the Babylon headquarters!
「By the way…… don’t you feel like we’ve met somewhere before?」
「We have.」
「Excuse me?」
「Just now. Right now. Here, in this elevator. For a little while.」
「Haha. Well, now. That sounds just like a line from a drama.」
Goosebumps swept over her.
Jeong Gilgaon, who had recited their conversation from that day with insane precision, without getting so much as a particle wrong, stared at Jioh with utter conviction.
His eyes burned intensely.
……Nope. This wasn’t going to work.
Trembling, Jioh followed her instincts and began gathering mana into her fist.
‘One hard punch and maybe he’ll reset again—’
[That is not the play. Put it down.]
“Ahem.”
Entirely unaware that he had just nearly crossed the River Jordan, Jeong Gilgaon continued staring at her, his gaze relentlessly demanding an answer.
‘How the hell does this bastard remember everything?’
It wasn’t like Na Joyeon, who only remembered scattered…