The Martial God with Psychic Powers

"Aaaagh!"

With a jolt—

Shin Dowoon shot upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat and panting.

“Huff, huff—”

Slide—

“Young Lord! Are you all right?!”

As the door burst open and a familiar figure rushed in, Shin Dowoon let out a sigh of relief.

“Yubok.”

“Yes, sir. Shall I summon a physician?”

“No. I’m fine.”

After confirming he was in his own room, Shin Dowoon turned toward Yubok and asked,

“How did I get home?”