Jun Changmo bent down, his slender fingertips brushing lightly over the nape of Wen Yanyu's neck. The cold, clammy touch felt like some ominous creature licking his skin.
Every hair on Wen Yanyu's body stood on end, and he shuddered uncontrollably, but he still did not open his eyes.
Jun Changmo merely assumed he had lost the courage to resist and was shivering from the cold weather.
Jun Changmo chuckled and lightly patted Wen Yanyu's cheek twice with the back of his hand as an unconventional sort of reassurance, explaining unhurriedly, "Don't be afraid. In another half hour, I'll be able to take you out of this world with me."
"It took me so long to return to this world, and then so long again to find a way to take you with me."
As he spoke, Jun Changmo stood up, turned his back to Wen Yanyu, and casually began arranging their route out.
Only a few minutes passed before Jun Changmo frowned.
Taking the world's protagonist across the world barrier was no difficult task for him, but...
Jun Changmo tapped the core he had just pulled out from beneath the mountain range.
His frown deepened.
Suspended in the void, a transparent sphere filled with black mist and cracks was slowly repairing itself at a visible rate. Its formerly feeble power was also strengthening at a pace he could perceive.
He had destroyed plenty of World Cores. Though the cores of high-magic worlds came with their own defenses, he had crushed this low-magic world's core instantly and effortlessly back then.
Was someone nourishing the World Core?
How...
Jun Changmo tilted his head slightly, faintly puzzled.
Before he could think further.
A sharp pain pierced the nape of his neck. Jun Changmo paused and lowered his gaze. A grayish-white blade of