"It's true that Lee Gun makes better stuff."
Lee Gun was outstanding. His fighting ability was top-notch, but his ability as a Maker was special. For the Goat Saint, a master craftsman with skillful hands, this was a hit against his pride. Of course, Lee Gun's weapons looked crude compared to his. However...
"My god! The blade hit steel, yet didn't break."
"I cut down a thousand monsters with it, yet this weapon is like new."
"The blade Sebastian made became dull after I used it ten times."
"At this point, it would be better to pass the title of the Maker Saint to Lee Gun."
The other eleven Zodiac Saints had recognized Lee Gun's skills. In fact, they chose Lee Gun over Sergeyevich, the actual Maker Saint. Moreover, they considered the royal holy items treasures from the gods and always tried to commission Lee Gun to fix these items.
All this had hurt the Goat Saint's pride.
Lee Gun hadn't received any power from the gods. He wasn't taught by anyone either. Yet, he was skilled; he was overwhelmingly good with his hands. Lee Gun was in the 1% where hard work couldn't catch up as if he had god-given instincts.
That was why Sergeyevich used to feel despair. Due to this, a desire grew within him. 'I'll make Lee Gun my slave someday.'
Sergeyevich was the Maker Saint. His main power came from holy items. However, his expertise overlapped with Lee Gun's, and his pride wouldn't allow Lee Gun to be better. So, he hated Lee Gun.
He secretly developed expertise in somatology, including human remodeling and the creation of homunculus. It became easy for him to make a corpse into a competent soldier. Sergeyevich had come up with this plan twenty years ago. He had moved his specialty to somatology, yet he still had unresolved feelings regarding manufacturing holy items.
'I'll become the strongest craftsman if I steal Lee Gun's power.' Sergeyevich had laughed, and the opportunity came knocking soon as well.
[Lee Gun would die in the Devil's Tower.]
Of course, Sergeyevich had previously tried his best to make sure Lee Gun would die, but Hugo had always gotten in the way. However, once, Hugo had predicted Lee Gun's death. When it came to Lee Gun, Hugo's prophecies always misfired, but it didn't change the fact that Hugo was great at predicting the future.
Feeling that Lee Gun would die, the Archer Saint had tried to stop his friend from entering the tower. He had refused to leave Lee Gun alone when they were within the tower. However...
"Hey, Taeksoo. Go outside and kill the monsters."
"What?"
The group had reached the 90th floor of the Devil's Tower. The tower's monsters were dispersing toward human-inhabited regions at an alarming speed. Of course, this was all thanks to the item Sergeyevich had secretly planted at a population center, all for Hugo.
[Pheromone that calls in monsters]
The item was very effective. The number of monsters it attracted was more than he had expected. However, Sergeyevich didn't care.
That situation had caught everyone off-guard. Amid this new development, the general manager of the raid, Lee Gun, had ordered Hugo, "If we let that be, they'll breach Seoul. We'll continue up. You should go by yourself and defend the city."
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The Return of the Disaster-Class Hero
ActionThe dead cannot speak. It means the living can create any story they want. Inheritance, honor and wealth can be taken away by lies. However, what happens when a person, who was presumed to be dead, returns alive? DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MY STORY!! T...