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Yeon-woo pressed his forehead, avoiding the glasses.

"As expected, my suspicion was correct."

"Yes!"

"Though I didn't want to confirm it this way."

He recalled the situation at the time. When The Drenched One, in a foul mood for some unknown reason, had seized Yeon-woo's ankle, driving her claws in and tearing it apart.

'It bled so badly I had to have the staff clean the entire corridor.'

Thinking about it, it wasn't the kind of injury that should have been startling enough to forget. However severe the wound, pain was no longer pain to Yeon-woo after his successful Physical Improvement.

But it also wasn't something so trivial that a sea of blood could go unnoticed.

"It's that pain is virtually nonexistent, not that sensation is gone."