Clink, clink... A hand, covered in white gloves, aimlessly hovered over the neatly arranged surgical instruments. Eventually, the hand stopped over a sharp scalpel. The man slumped his head forward. A small sigh escaped him.

‘Ah...’

Uijae’s eyes lifted upwards. The man he had just seen was unmistakably...

‘Song Joheon...’

It was indeed Song Joheon. The first hunter he encountered upon returning after eight years. A person from his own time who had made Uijae realize that he was truly back in his original world. Uijae vividly remembered the Song Joheon he had seen on the old brown TV screen—confident, …