Recognition

The villagers’ immortality was severed with the Buddha’s death.

Their bodies, which had been writhing nonstop, suddenly went limp without warning like puppets with their strings cut. All that remained was a pitiful lump of flesh.

“It’ll be hard to recover them.”

Because of that, the plan to take them back and investigate immortality was scrapped entirely.

Naturally, that made sense. Corpses that had lost their immortality were nothing more than ordinary corpses. Taking them away wouldn’t turn up anything. At best, they’d only end up analyzing their blood type or DNA.

No matter what, it wasn’t worth doing.

“…….”

Ian came out of the hanok and told the Bureau agents about everything that had been inside it as well. Of course, he kept the Hand of Re-creation secret, and since there was no need to hide that the Monkey’s Hand was a wizard’s work, he told them calmly and without exaggeration.

“A mystic...? A wizard native to Korea?”

Lee Minsu muttered as he took the limp Monkey’s Hand...