Chapter 213
On the seventh floor of the Core, an old man named Vassago stood silently, staring at the entrance. His eyes were sunken, giving his face a skull-like appearance. Black smoke billowed from his body and became translucent, flickering between visibility and invisibility.
He was waiting for Do-Jun. Based on the messages posted on the Core forum, Vassago had concluded that Do-Jun would soon reach the seventh floor, and he was preparing for their confrontation. Of course, Do-Jun had no idea.
Vassago laughed ominously. As the third-ranked among Solomon’s Seventy-Two and fourth overall in the Deep Realm, he was confident of victory.
Considering how other strong opponents had stormed Earth and never returned, it was clear that Do-Jun’s power exceeded expectations. Vassago wondered how strong Do-Jun really was as he eagerly looked forward to Do-Jun’s arrival.
I’m going to make sure he dies here.
***
The weather was quite chilly.
At 1 AM, while everyone else was fast asleep, Do-Jun sat alone at the dining table, drinking coffee and reading a book. Normally, he would either be in bed or practicing his breathing techniques at this hour, but tonight, he planned to go to the seventh floor of the Core.
A short while later, his SpacePad finished charging. Do-Jun unplugged it from the charger, and just as he was about to use the Core talisman to teleport directly to the sixth floor, he paused and took out a black bag. He packed it with snacks like chips, drinks, and bread.
***
“Here, have some of this,” Do-Jun said.
Ryzagal gratefully accepted the black bag that Do-Jun handed him. Peering inside, he saw it was filled with Earth’s food. For Ryzagal, who hadn’t had a proper meal in a long time, it felt like a ray of light.