The one who watched just how strong a person could become was the White-Robed Scholar.

Of course, the subject must have been Cheonak. The one who watched just how mad a person could become was also the White-Robed Scholar.

And of course, the subject then was the me of my previous life. When I saw the suddenly appearing White-Robed Scholar, I thought this: that bastard is not the kind of person who would just let Cheonak or me die. Because if his subject of study disappears, he’ll have no way to resolve his curiosity.

He came to save me with a pure heart? Not yet.

That bastard possesses a terrifying obsession with what he does not know.

He waits until he understands, analyzes, studies, and constantly watches—in that way, he fits the essence of “scholar” more than anyone else.

And for the sake of doing that scholar’s work, he is someone who can throw away the mercy, courtesy, and humanity a person should fundamentally have, even going as far as to kill his own master.