Chapter 43:FOUR DIRECTIONS

Cursing for the last time, Sol kneeled down with a haggard expression.

Two days. It has been exactly two days since the start of this excruciating transformation.

Pain, pain, and even more pain.

During those two days, Sol couldn't count the number of times he wished to simply fall unconscious and wake up once everything ended. But he knew he couldn't.

During all this time, sometimes his will would waver.

Do they even need me to protect them?

He would ask himself those questions and began to give up, but each time it happened. He would wake up by repeating one truth.

A man who couldn't protect his loved one was lame.

Nothing more, nothing less.

It didn't matter how powerful they were.

It didn't matter how independent they were.

It didn't matter that they stood near the pinnacle both in terms of influence and personal power.

And it was his duty to give them a sense of security.

Some people might call it sexism or something of the like.

But it wasn't so. He recognized their worth and the