Cheong Haesang

Max had set himself a single goal.

To kill Cheong Haesang.

With a clear purpose in mind, he immersed himself day after day. Max’s consciousness was honed as keenly as a fine sword.

“···.”

As his mind sharpened and he readied himself, his body followed suit with equal speed.

He could sense the flow of mana more clearly than before.

The breathing he had practiced unconsciously had synchronized with the movement of mana, bringing him into the optimal state to achieve his goal.

He kept his nails trimmed short to make it easier to clench his fists. He ate only the bare minimum, keeping his body light.

Various other habits had naturally become part of his life. Then, three weeks later...

Bella Clements called him...