Kwon Oh-Jin’s eyes widened as he looked at Song Ha-Eun, who had arrived on a motorcycle. Hadn’t she still been in the middle of the shedding process, engulfed in flames? Song Ha-Eun snorted and walked over to him. “I’m done, dumbass. I woke up and asked where you were. He said you went off to investigate this place, so I came right away.” She glared at Kwon Oh-Jin lying in Isabella’s arms. “Looks like someone has been having a great time without me, huh?” Official source ıs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 “You call this having a great time?” Kwon Oh-Jin pointed to his blood-soaked chest. “Yeah, that’s having a great time if you’re in the arms of a rich girl with big boobs, a pretty face, and killer cooking skills.” “I mean, you’re not wrong.” “You’re agreeing with me, you son of a bitch?” “No, of course not! I’ve been having the worst and most painful time.” “Damn right. That’s my sweet little Oh-Jin.” Song Ha-Eun chuckled and ruffled his hair playfully. Then, she glanced at Isabella still holding him and quietly said, “Thanks.” “Thanks for protecting Oh-Jin.” Isabella could only blink, clearly caught off guard. She hadn’t expected to hear such things from Song Ha-Eun. Song Ha-Eun turned her gaze toward the monster in jet-black armor. “So you’re the bastard who made my Oh-Jin bleed out of his ass.” “I didn’t actually bleed out of my ass—” “I’ll check later if you did or didn’t, so just stay still.” She ignored him and pulled a cigarette pack from her jacket. She took one out and lit it with a spark made from her fingertips. A soft glow flickered at the tip like a firefly. “This is why I can’t take my eyes off my Oh-Jin.” Her cold crimson eyes shimmered with murderous intent. “Are you constipated or something? You sound like someone who hasn’t taken a dump in three days trying to fart.” The Living Armor’s eerie hiss that once froze Awakeners in fear instantly lost all menace. It suddenly turned into something pitiful. It probably didn’t understand her words, but it still raised its spear toward Song Ha-Eun with bloodlust. She grinned and deeply inhaled her cigarette smoke. “What, are you pissed? But guess what?” She reached behind her head and undid the black eyepatch covering her left eye. From beneath it, a yellow reptilian eye glared out. White smoke slipped from between her red lips as the cigarette burned between her fingers. “I’m way more pissed off, you motherfucker.” She snapped her fingers, and the half-burnt cigarette shot out like a bullet. The tiny firefly-like spark at the tip spread its wings wide and took flight. The flame blazed wildly. The small firefly became a dragon and wrapped itself around the Living Armor. The Living Armor wailed in agony as the searing flames engulfed it. Its armor, already battered and warped from battle, began to melt in the raging fire. Before it could completely melt away, the Living Armor charged forward with a harsh stomp. Blue-black flames ignited on the tip of its spear as it thrust toward Song Ha-Eun. She smoothly slid to the side with a step, dodging the spear. She caught the shaft of the spear as it slid past her left side and yanked it hard. Then, her other hand clenched into a fist.The Draconic Eye shimmered viciously as flames burst around her fist. She drove her flaming fist straight into the serpent engraving on the Living Armor’s chest. The fire contained within her fist exploded like a volcano. Three blazing dragons appeared, climbing up her arm and coiling around the Living Armor. She took a short breath before opening her hand to grab hold of its chestplate. “Hyaaaa!” With a fierce yell, she tore off the half-melted chestplate. The Living Armor staggered back while thrashing. Even while retreating, it violently shook its spear, which was still being held by Song Ha-Eun. While holding the spear shaft with her left hand, Song Ha-Eun couldn’t help but be thrown back by its sheer strength. She grimaced and glared at the Living Armor. “Damn bastard is stupid strong.” If the Living Armor was still in perfect condition, she wouldn’t have stood a chance even if she had completed her shedding. “Looks like you're a bit exhausted, huh?” Her lips curled into a crooked grin. She pulled out another cigarette from her pack and raised it high. Six Fire Dragons swirled around the cigarette. “Burn like fucking hell.” She swung the cigarette down like a sword. The six Fire Dragons scattered, floating in the air like living creatures. With their mouths wide open like a pack of hyenas feasting on a corpse, they tore into the black armor. One of the Fire Dragons slipped into the gap in its chest plate that had been torn off. Red flames mixed into the blue-black fire burning inside the Living Armor. The different color flames tangled and twisted as if fighting for dominance. The Living Armor writhed in agony. Cold sweat dripped from Song Ha-Eun’s face. Controlling six Fire Dragons right after shedding wasn’t easy, but she would never catch up if the Living Armor escaped somehow. Her mobility was comparably weaker than her firepower. This needs to end now. More than anything, she felt furious. You dared to lay a hand on my Oh-Jin? Her blood boiled as the image of a bloody Kwon Oh-Jin lying helplessly resurfaced in her mind. A wave of mana erupted from her Dragon’s Heart. A red orb, neither blazing nor flickering, formed in her palm. She tightly gripped the Dragon Pearl and launched forward. Her reddish-brown ponytail whipped through the air like fire as wind grazed her cheek. With each step forward, the ground caved beneath her as if she were running on wet cement. The frenzied Living Armor hastily raised its spear. “You’re too late, dumbass.” With a light jump, Song Ha-Eun landed on top of the spear shaft like a beast. She reached out with her left hand and grabbed its helmet, yanking it back as if tearing it off. “Open wide for something a little hot.” She slammed her fist with the Dragon Pearl deep into its helmet. “Tsk. Quit baring your damn teeth.” Before the Living Armor could bite down on her arm, she quickly pulled back and kicked the armor. After doing a clean backflip to create some distance, she pulled out her cigarette pack again. She stuck the final cigarette between her lips and brought her finger to the tip. A fierce blaze burst out of the armor’s gaps just as she took a long, relaxed inhale. Not eerie blue flames, but fiery red like a dragon’s breath. The half-melted black armor collapsed with a heavy sound. The blue-black eyes flickering inside the helmet finally dimmed into nothing. “Damn, that was tough.” Song Ha-Eun turned around with a grin. She acted nonchalant as if it had been nothing, but sweat marked her forehead like morning dew on grass. She walked over to Kwon Oh-Jin, who was still on the ground, and looked down at him. “Did you bring any potions?” “I brought one.” Isabella pulled out a potion from a small pouch on her waist. It wasn’t some miracle elixir that could regrow severed limbs, but it was a top-tier potion worth billions per bottle. “I’ll help you drink it, Mr. Oh-Jin.” Cradling his head on her lap, Isabella uncorked the potion. She brought the blue liquid to her lips to feed him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Song Ha-Eun yanked Isabella’s head back. Isabella shot her a glare. “What do you think you’re doing?” “If anyone’s feeding him, it’s me.” “Oh, wow. You’re acting like you’re the one who brought the potion.” Tension sparked between them as they stared at each other. “I’m not on my deathbed or anything, you know?” Kwon Oh-Jin frowned and slowly sat up. His entire body ached from his previous internal injuries and the new wounds from the Living Armor, but he could still drink a potion on his own. “Thanks. I’ll take it.” Kwon Oh-Jin took the potion from Isabella and downed it in one go. Perhaps because it cost billions of won, a refreshing energy spread through him and quickly eased the pain. Ignoring their disappointed looks, Kwon Oh-Jin got back to his feet. He walked over and stared down at the half-melted, mangled Living Armor. I should probably consume it before the Heaven’s Grace Guild shows up. He glanced back at Isabella. “Can you check on Woo-Hyuk for a sec?” “Oh. Y-Yes, just a moment.” Only then did Isabella seem to remember about Lee Woo-Hyuk, who had been flung far away from the Living Armor’s attack. She nodded and quickly rushed off. Song Ha-Eun came up beside him, glancing at Isabella disappearing into the distance. “That thing, uh... what was it, the Black Heaven or whatever. Are you gonna absorb it with that?” “Yeah, that’s the plan.” The Serpent had made this demonic beast. He couldn’t let go of a meal this nutritious. Song Ha-Eun worriedly looked at him. “Isn’t that... kinda dangerous?” She probably felt concerned that the Serpent's power in the demonic beast could mess him up somehow. Kwon Oh-Jin chuckled lightly and shook his head. “If I couldn’t handle power , I wouldn’t be considered a threat to the world in the first place.” No matter how monstrous the Serpent’s power was, the Black Heaven would definitely be able to contain it. After all, the Black Heaven existed to devour the countless constellations that filled the sky. Black clouds flowed out from Kwon Oh-Jin’s hand, enveloping the jet-black armor. [Kwon Oh-Jin has absorbed a portion of the Stigma of Serpens. More Stigmas must be absorbed to use the power of the Stigma of Serpens.] [All the conditions for the Black Heaven’s seventh enlightenment have been met!] [The Black Heaven is undergoing its seventh enlightenment!] Kwon Oh-Jin’s eyes widened as he read the message floating before him. He hadn’t expected the Black Heaven to undergo another enlightenment right now of all times. [The Black Heaven has completed its seventh enlightenment.] [According to the Black Heaven’s enlightenment progress, Lee Shin-Hyuk’s memories will be inherited.] His vision warped with a familiar static.