I'm dead.

Kim Joonyong already had this thought before, and this thought had repeated itself countless times.

The ground was sticky and the overgrown trees were blocking his vision. It was starting to irritate him.

Kee-ahhhhhk!

“Shit.”

He was now used to the sound of the Lizardman's cry. It was telling its comrades to gather, since it had found prey. Unfortunately, its prey were the humans.

The prey were his Alandal comrades as well as himself.

[There are two targets to your 9 o'clock. Set the trap, then retreat to your 3 o'clock.]

Shit.

When Haesol's commands rang out in his head, Joonyong hurriedly set the magical trap, and he retreated. Unlike his grumblings, his footsteps didn't cause any sound as he brushed stealthily past the surrounding vegetation.

Kwah-kwahng!

When the trap activated, Haesol's orders rang in his head.

[Rejoin the team by heading toward your 7 o'clock. You'll be participating in close combat.]

Joonyong hurriedly oriented himself and started to make his way over. The battle wasn't too far away from where he had set the trap.

Kyahhhhk!

His comrades would be there.

“Ha-ahp!”

He let out a shout of concentration and started running with a low-grade sword in his hand. He had stolen it from a Lizardman because it was decently balanced and seemed useful.

Kwah-jeeek!

“Die...please.”

As the battle ended, he tried to extract the sword that was stuck on its thick hide. Joonyong was frantically kicking at the Lizardman, and he gathered his magical energy to release...