[WOULD YOU like to retrieve your missing memories, Han Wooju?]
Oh.
'Han Wooju' and not 'Hunter Han Wooju?'
Wooju had a bad feeling since the message didn't sound like it came from the System by the way it addressed him.
Moreover, the message appeared on the white wall that he was busy punching earlier.
If it were the System, his Status Window should have popped up.
"Who are you?"
[I will help you.]
Did this bastard just ignore him?
[In return, give me your sperm.]
Wooju couldn't help but feel disgusted. "Go away, pervert."
He was suddenly reminded of the organization that was suspected of stealing Hong Saebi's frozen egg cells.
And, now, this unknown entity was trying to get his sperm.
[Alright, alright. Let me change my offer. If you don't need your memories, then how about I give you a heart of the last dungeon dragon in this world?]
Wooju scoffed. "What would I need that heart for?"
