As the deep red sunset faded and the bluish night sky began to settle in, J found himself leaning casually against the outdoor stairs of the Awakener Management Bureau's headquarters. It was rare for him, but he was scrolling through the rankings provided by the system. Each time he swiped upward, the names on the leaderboard refreshed quickly.

“His vocal cords might not heal, and… well, he might have forgotten how to write.”

‘...She’s right.’

Ga-young’s opinion was valid. The boy’s injuries were not something that could easily be healed. The fact that they had detoxified him and that he …