The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Eyes that are so cold and cold that they are almost heartless.

I don’t know how long I slept, and I don’t know what time it was.

Opening his eyes, for a moment, his eyes were as fierce and untamable as a wolf.

The eyes are dark, the eyeballs are extremely dark, pitch black, and the mood is dull.

As consciousness slowly returned, his head seemed to hurt.

The pain was so severe that it felt like countless millions of messages were being squeezed into those thin nerves.

His face was dull, and even though his brain suddenly hurt so much it seemed like it was going to explode, on the surface, he looked like he was fine.

Get up.

Maybe it's because he's been sleeping for too long, or maybe his soul isn't used to this body yet.

He had little strength in his body and his muscles were very flabby.

The cold phalanges that have been hypothermic for a long time are rubbing the temples that are too swollen and painful.

The skin was pale as it had not seen the light of day for a long time, so pale that when the blood in the blood vessels began to flow, the blue veins on the surface could be faintly seen.

He had just regained consciousness, and his body had no strength at all.

Even when I sit up, my body is bent and my legs are bent.

I had a splitting headache, and my heart felt swollen uncomfortably.

It felt like something had been stuffed into him without his knowledge.

"..." He put his elbows on his knees and rubbed his temples that were so painful that they exploded.

Physical fatigue, and even feeling that one's body is somewhat out of control.

He closed his eyes again, his face was extremely pale, and his lips lost color slightly.

She has a cold and beautiful profile that is even a little aggressive, her eyelashes are light-colored, and she has a cold aura on her body.

It was cold, still like a corpse, without any human warmth.

Because of the nausea, chest tightness, headache and discomfort that emerged from his body, he only stopped for less than a minute and then put down his hand.

He lowered his eyes, showed no emotion, and got out of bed.

Even walking was stumbling and I almost fell.

There were bones everywhere and the smell of rotting blood, but he turned a blind eye.

Like I know where this is.

I also know what those weird things next to them are.

He was barefoot and very tall.

Staggering, he completely ignored the flowers around him that were eyeing him eagerly.

The huge evil spirit flower statue behind him had been destroyed at some point.

It was smashed with one punch, and countless gravel and gravel fell to the ground.

He originally wanted to leave, but his figure suddenly paused.

Then, as if sensing something, he slowly turned back.

His indifferent eyes fell on the huge destroyed sculpture.

It was destroyed without warning.

His eyes were dark, dull, and emotionless.

…

…

…

When he came out of the stone chamber, the people who were originally guarding the door of the stone chamber saw him, and their pupils instantly dilated.

"First... sir?"

Really...really awake?

The man with a pale complexion, a cold and beautiful face that was too aggressive, did not show any signs of it on his face even though his body was in an extremely uncomfortable state.

After walking out barefoot, he raised his eyes lightly.

My throat, which has not been used for a long time, is very dry and hoarse.

The lips are light red, and the eyebrows are elegant and elegant, which seems to be a bit oppressive.

A touch of oppression.

"Who else went in besides me?"

The cracks in the sculpture were fresh, and the gravel fell to the ground, not yet stained with blood.

It shows that it was destroyed recently.

And it was destroyed violently.

There is no way anyone in the entire organization would dare to do this.

If it's not internal to the organization, it's...
Chapter completed!