Because… at this rate, the old man might really die.
He had been working endlessly for decades. He had seen some success and had discovered new things, but it was never enough for the old man.
Because his focus was never on training, the old man was only level 52 even at his age. He also used a few aether crystals, but refused to be dependent on them knowing the disadvantages.
This meant that the old man was already at the latter stage of his life.
How could Gregor—his son for nearly 70 years—feel comfortable with what he was doing?
"Well, it is high time for a break anyway," Gregor just said in the end, heading down to order the kitchen to cook lighter food. "A lot of people have been looking for you."
Hoffen sneered. "Che," he said, spitting on the floor without care. "Shoo them away. Tell them I'd spit on their faces if I see them."
"..."
Hoffen was also known for his extremely antisocial nature. He very rarely went outside his lab, let alone outside the house.
