The murmurs grew louder, the words ringing in my ears.

“Did he say dragon?”

“A dragon? What’s going on?”

The sound of voices swirled around me, joined by an oppressive wave of stares.

Everyone had turned to look, reacting to the word that Myung Song had blurted out in shock.

And it wasn’t just their gazes—it was the emotions I could feel emanating from them.

There was anger, fear, and even hints of resentment and confusion.

But the important thing was clear:

‘None of this is positive.’

Every single reaction was filled with negativity.

I glanced down at my palm, still throbbing. The skin looked like it had been melted away. Then, I turned my gaze to Myung Song’s hand.

‘It’s that.’

The reason my hand was like this was simple—it was because of Myung Song’s hand.

The metal gloves he wore.@@novelbin@@

Touching them had done this to me.

‘…’

I narrowed my eyes, examining the gloves closely. I could tell immediately that they weren’t ordinary.

‘This is why I came here.’

The reason I had bothered to visit the blacksmith at Mount Hua. The gloves confirmed it.

I shook my hand out, flinging away bits of burned skin that peeled off in the process.

The damage wasn’t shallow, but the area was small enough that it would heal quickly if I left it alone.

‘…Hm?’

At least, that’s what I thought.

But something felt off.

‘The healing’s slow.’

Compared to my usual recovery speed, it was painfully sluggish—at least twice as slow.

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