He exhaled deeply and reviewed the key points from Yuhan's life:
- Soaring Leaf Village.
- No Martial Core. Considered trash.
- Parents murdered by rogue Demon Cultivators.
- Bullied by peers. Pitied by elders.
- But… he had a stubborn heart. He always believed one day, fate would change.
Igaris smirked.
"Looks like that 'one day' came. Fate just didn't know it would bring me instead."
Still, something troubled him.
His own power was not sealed. It was slowly integrating. He could feel it, his Legendary Rank Strength is coming back. Slowly.
Looks like, the Dungeon wanted him to play the role, not dominate from the very start.
He glanced at his reflection in a pond beside the forest trail. The face was slightly different now. He was younger, softer, with Yuhan's facial structure. But those eyes… his own. Cold, calculating, burning with his own will.
He wasn't just here to play a character.