A Long-Awaited World for Two (Mist)

The clash of steel never ceased. The savage blade wrapped in power was gripped in his hand, throwing up sparks and sounds of collision that rang out in the night as fiercely and continuously as a forge.

Spending money like water, wealth, power, and status became the expensive, luxurious trench coat draped over his body—the grand entourage, the power to make others fulfill his wishes with a word.

The golden badge on its collar was set with a deep-red gemstone.

The dazzling prosperity of a foreign land glimpsed at a glance, the vast and desolate silence of sailing across the Ice Sea that night, the battle unfolding beneath the Sea of Stars and Polar Night at the North Pole.

Mixed within was a memory that crossed through time, beginning from the moment he boarded that flight to Northern Europe.

Even in a dream, it was an incomprehensibly magnificent, extraordinary journey, like something out of a movie and beyond the ordinary.

Yet somehow, it also carried the subtle sense of being real—of truly belonging to him.

The moment he slightly opened his eyes, the golden morning sunlight shone through the building's glass windows onto his snow-white sheets. He could feel the warm heat of that patch of sunlight.

The chirping of birds in the woods not far away was crisp and pleasant. The soft sheer curtains billowed in the breeze, and fresh air poured into the room.

It was a late-September morning, more than halfway through the month, and it was incomparably beautiful.

Just like after summer vacation had ended, when he had awakened from that grand, extraordinary dream on the Ice Sea, where he had transformed into the Demon King and controlled the sea prison, colliding with the Queen's torrent of light.

Fang Ran found himself lying in an almost