PREVIEW

... you have at the right time?

Well, there are many things.

The most important is listening.

‘Grandfell, you shouldn’t only open your ears when you need to.’

I didn’t skim over Cheolmin Nam’s briefing.

Of course, there was a real reason I listened.

Once again, it was his damn full name……!

‘Mosaic saved me from shame.’

Anyway, in the process of listening, we got information that a Great Monster had been spotted on the Arcana continent, ...

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