It's impossible for a human body.

 

“…”

 

No.
I can dodge it.

 

If I can anticipate where he's targeting, it's not an impossible task.

 

My gaze once again turned towards his face.

 

His eyes, with the intent to kill, were clearly aimed at my throat.

 

Before I could even organize my thoughts, I instinctively crouched down on the ground.

 

My field of vision rapidly decreased.

 

Swish!

 

With a strange sound above my head, I felt something brush against my hair.

 

I dodged it.

 

But if I wasted more time, I would surely be hit the next time.

 

After gathering strength in my crouched legs, I pushed up with all my might.

 

Swish!

 

I felt the familiar sensation in my hand; The feeling of cutting through goblins… something I experienced dozens of times.

 

“…Eh?”

 

It was a pure interrogative statement coming from the blonde bully.
That was his final word.

 


The red line starting from his right shoulder and extending to his left liver had now begun to separate.

 

Sprutttttttt!!!

 

He collapsed, spewing a fountain of blood.

 

“…”

 

I wiped off the blood that had splattered on my face with my sleeve.

 

The shock of my first kill wasn't as big as I had anticipated.

 

Actually, it might be because I hadn't fully awakened from my sleep.
I was tired.

 

I still felt a slight sense of disgust emerging in my heart…
I didn't show it outwardly though.

 

Is it fortunate that I didn't get too emotional, or do I have to be sad because I'm becoming a madman worthy of being called a tower regressor?

 

Well, it's not a problem that will have an answer no matter how much I ponder on it.

 

Rather than indulging in unnecessary thoughts, it would be better to focus on productive thinking.

 

Aside from the victory in my first battle, there was something I needed to do right away.

 

This place was in the middle of the bushes, where the goblins hid themselves.

 

If the goblins were to attack with their spears all at once, the possibility of taking a hit was very high.

 

In other words, the target to aim for was the scrawny man controlling the goblins.

 

Just as I was about to reassume a combat stance…

 

“Ah…
Surrender! I surrender! Spare my life, please!”

 

The scrawny man prostrated himself on the ground.

 

“Keruk! Kerr!”

 

The goblins, who had been cautiously watching everything unfold, also emerged from the bushes and assumed a submissive posture beside the scrawny man.

 

“…?”

 

It was the first time I'd ever seen humans and goblins joining forces to create such a posture.

 

This… How should I accept this?

.

.

.

.

 

‘I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.’

 

The scrawny man, Park Jun-woo, had to do his best not to wet himself.

 

He boasted of having seen enough crazy bastards who engage in bizarre acts when drunk, as he himself came from such a background.

 


The words ‘I'm going to kill you’ felt like a refreshing greeting to him by now.

 

But that man…
was different.

 

“…Why surrender?”

 

The blood-drenched man twisted his head as if he couldn't understand.

 

It was not the first time Park Jun-woo witnessed a murder. 

 

The Tower is a brutal place, and when conflicts arise, it's only natural for someone to die.

 

But someone like him…
He had never seen anyone like that before.

 

Park Jun-woo recognized the blonde bully’s strength, who was split in half and died; He effortlessly defeated quite powerful monsters using psychic powers, targeting their vital points.

 

But to kill such a man without any special ability…
in an instant…
purely with a sword?

 

It's only been three days since people entered the Tower.

 

But that man…
As if he had killed people dozens of times… he calmly and familiarly took human lives.

 

How could a modern man use a sword so skillfully?

 

What could be a modern man's reason to exude such a deep aura?

 

The man's past was sure to be reeking of blood in a way that Park Jun-woo could never imagine.

 

“…I'll do anything.
If I have to lick the soles of your shoes, I'll do it.
Please, just spare my life…”

 

Park Jun-woo was on his knees, vigorously begging for his life.

 

In truth, if Kim Jun-ho and the blonde bully were to face each other head-on, Kim Jun-ho's chances of winning were much lower.

 

Even if he managed to read the opponent's gaze a couple of times and dodge their attacks, he could never avoid psychic powers indefinitely.

 

Psychic powers were basically kryptonite for Kim Jun-ho, who would regress upon the slightest touch.

 

The current outcome was the result of Kim Jun-ho successfully ambushing his opponent.
If Park Jun-woo had regained his senses and unleashed his power with the help of goblins now, there was a high probability he could have made Kim Jun-ho regress, but…

 

“Please…
spare me…”

 

The fact that this modern man was surprisingly skilled with a real sword and seemed accustomed to murder.
(It's his first time.)

 

The fact that he stared at Park Jun-woo expressionlessly.
(He's just tired.)

 

And the fact that Park Jun-woo didn't know Kim Jun-ho could be defeated with just one strike…

 

Various factors came together, leading to Park Jun-woo's complete surrender.

 

“Well, I guess it's not so bad for me…”

 

And the result, intertwined with misunderstandings and coincidences…

 

A special trait can be acquired.

 

…gave birth to new possibilities.

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