200 Disciple Thief

A lot had happened to Ian, but surprisingly, the festival still wasn’t over. He had wiped out a mercenary corps on the third day of Twilight, so apart from day 6, when the festival effectively ended, there were still two more days left.

And the longer the festival ran, the more the highlight events had to be pushed back.

As time went on, Korea would become even more of a mess, and wizards and hunters would keep colliding in the dark. Whether the encounters were planned or not, it was equally annoying from a wizard’s perspective.

So Ian decided to hole up in his workshop for the rest of the festival.

If he spent several days doing ordinary things like sleeping in the workshop, some of that space’s unique mystical effect would inevitably wear off, but it was still better than getting dragged into annoying trouble.

He could just refill the ether later. Using alchemy, dispersing ether into the air was easy enough.

“Uuugh…….”

And so, on day 4 of the festival, Ian woke up on the sofa early in the morning and picked up his phone with half-asleep, dazed eyes. When the light suddenly flooded his dark-adapted pupils, his face twisted on its own.

“Ugh.”

He immediately adjusted the brightness and checked the time...