The Concretus had established a civilization 1,000,000s of years ago that modern humans could never dream of. A strand of DNA from the Epidium, slaves they had created back then, were passed on to him, giving him abilities that went beyond a human’s limit. It was also remnants of a defective Epidium. Modern humans used to wield around stone axes and wooden spears 30,000 years ago. 30,000 years was a brief moment compared to Earth’s long history. Looking at the development of science, terminators and chimeras were matters of ethics rather than technology. There was a saying that went “pay attention to what’s beneath your feet at all times.” They were bound to clash one day, but not now. Mu Ssang turned his gaze back to the newspaper. [Possibility of inter-Korean Summit] That was the headline on the first page. It was an article full of expectations regarding the inter-Korean summit. It listed resources from North Korea’s minerals and sea products to South Korea’s rice, cement, fertilizers, and flours. It discussed that a summit was possibly in the works with the economic exchanges between the North and the South. The article was filled with rose-colored words as though they would unify soon. The subtitle of the article was even more flabbergasting. Below the title was a grandiose elaboration on Jeon Du Hwan’s heroic deeds. [Welcoming Mr. President’s Compatriot Decisions.] “These s.

  The diplomatic missions abroad were only a guide to senior officials and members of the National Assembly. How would Jeon Du Hwan’s government react once they realize the extent of his abilities? Would they ask him to carry out assassination missions like France and reward him fairly? Impossible. F*** a handsome reward, it would be fortunate if they didn’t use him to cover up their own dirty doings. They might even consider selling him to the U.S. He became, no, he was forced to become a mercenary because he didn’t like the corrupt military government. An ex-convict couldn’t get a proper job, so he had to leave. He couldn’t be a beggar, after all. “Damn b

  stard who’s going to conquer the world is crying like a baby. Brat, do you remember the day we first met?” “Yes!” He could remember the first time they had met like it was yesterday. “Brat, eat.” The old monk’s shout echoed through the mountain. “Geez, what a loud voice you have for an old man.” He quickly washed up and entered the yard. The old monk came out of the kitchen carrying a short-legged table. There was a bowl of rice, a bowl of stew, and a bog rhubarb side dish on the small table. It was basically rice, stew, and a side dish. “How do you survive on so little?” It was a table setting that wouldn’t even satisfy him. “Brat, if I give you three dishes a meal, you should be saying thank you.” “Since when did a meal come with a bowl of rice, a bowl of stew, and a side dish?” The monk took back Mu Ssang’s bowl. Mu Ssang only blinked. He hadn’t even seen the monk’s hand moving, but the bowl was already in his hand. “You realize you’re getting free food from me?” While it was annoying, the monk wasn’t wrong. “Ya.” “Then, just eat. That’s the rice I’ve obtained from the alms. Why would you get three kinds of side dishes when you haven’t even planted or sowed a single seed?” Mu Ssang subconsciously nodded his head. The monk was basically saying that those who didn’t work didn’t deserve to eat. The monk scooped some of the rice into his bowl and pushed it carefully back to him. Mu Ssang’s nose twitched. He felt something rising from the bottom of his chest. When he looked at the monk, he was smiling. Mu Ssang immediately lowered his head and shoved his nose into the bowl of rice. “You idiot, not everything in the world is as you see. You didn’t dream of getting beaten by a passing old man, did you?” “Ya!” “There’s a sky beyond the sky. Instead of becoming a devil with a strong body and a weak mind, you’ve immersed yourself in sadness, pain, and hatred. How sad would your late father and missing mother be if they saw you?” “How did you know?” Mu Ssang asked, surprised. The old monk was a stranger who he had just met. How did he know that his father had passed, and his mother had gone missing? “Hehehe, the world can only be seen if you take a step back. Are you willing to train your mind here?” “I’ll work for my meals.” That was how he had become Chun Sung Temple’s monk-in-training instead of the Night Boss’ elite owl waiter. “You’re right, teacher.” Mu Ssang had to acknowledge it. It had been 17 years since his mother went missing. He wasn’t in a situation where he could find his mother even if he were to set out now. His teacher was someone who could predict the future, nonetheless, read minds. Moreover, his words made sense. “Aren’t you going to contact Jin Soon?” “Yes, it’s examination period, after all. I don’t have time either.” “Huh, but she must be waiting.” Monk Dae Woo clicked his tongue. Vrooom— A car entering the temple’s front yard suddenly interrupted the conversation between the teacher and disciple. A white man in military uniform got off. “Act, sergeant Nazri from the embassy’s security group, sir!” “What is it?” “This is the car prepared for the special military advisor.” Sergeant Nazri opened the console box and pulled out a letter. The content was simple. [For the national treasure’s happy holiday. -Pione-] The ends of Mu Ssang’s mouth slowly curled up. It was Manuel Pione’s gift. The delivered car had an emblem that looked like two arrows pointing up—it was a Citro?n BX.