Trusting His Instincts!

His first injury…

His second…

Both from birds.

Fucking birds!

It should've been wolves, or beasts with names that sounded dangerous.

But no. It was mutated birds.

Sure, they were thousands of times stronger than regular beasts of their species—but still, deep down, he couldn't accept it.

He just couldn't.

Birds injured him.

That was just… fucking ridiculous.

Without his protective Mana armor, their dagger-like beaks had pierced his strengthened body, stabbing deep into his skin to his bones.

Their claws had torn through him—ripping his clothes, slicing his skin, revealing white flesh that was now drenched in blood.

Leon's clothes were in tatters, barely hanging on to his body.

He looked like a vagabond wrapped in rags—but he didn't care.

There wasn't another human in this dungeon.

Only him.

And this was not where his life would end.

Despite the pain—he remained calm.