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One step. One more step.

The power built through effort is strong.

That was true for So Wonjoong’s awakening ability, Beast's Claw.@@novelbin@@

“It’s nothing more than a power that makes claws grow from the back of my hand, barely better than the werewolves in some superhero movies.”

There was no regeneration ability.

No superhuman leaping ability.

All he had was the ability to take out and retract claws.

Shorter than a spear or a sword.

Its reach was barely more than that of a fist.

And the strength of those claws was pathetic.

A useless ability.

The lowest, most insignificant skill.

A talent so worthless that it would have been better to have been born an ordinary person.

“So Wonjoong, don’t limit your abilities. The strength of a power grows according to the will of its user.”

That was what Jo Ilseong had said to him.

A man who never stopped believing in human potential, who never gave up despite the limits.

“Your ability can still grow stronger.”

He didn’t want to refute those words.

He wanted to prove that he wasn’t garbage.

“Teach me! Tell me what I should do!”

“All creation-type abilities carry the potential for ‘reconstruction.’”

“Reconstruction…?”

“Have you ever imagined it? A future where your claws become stronger and stronger, until they are strong enough to cut through anything in the world.”

“No. That’s impossible. With these pathetic claws—no way…”

“Then, think of it. And pay the price.”

“The price?”

“You must break your claws, over and over, until you understand.”

“Break my claws?!”

“It will hurt. It will be maddening. But this thought will come to you: If the pain is this great, if you endure this much agony, shouldn’t you be able to cut through metal at least?”

“……!!”

“When your rage exceeds its limit, your power will evolve. Believe in the potential of your claws to cut through anything. Gather your rage.”

“Potential…”

“If you survive the end of this war, you will be the strongest.”

Jo Ilseong’s words were true.

A war against monsters.

A war against the government.

After overcoming all those trials, he had become strong.

One of the Ten Greatest Heroes of Korea, his name boldly displayed for the world to see.

“It’s been a while. Remembering those old days.”

The last ten years had been different.

At some point, he had changed.

He had begun craving blood and thirst, tearing through everything with his claws.

The thirst to become the strongest was no longer there.

He only needed a sacrifice to quell his cruel bloodlust.

He had stopped breaking his claws.

Instead, he had shattered everything that couldn’t be broken—again and again.

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