The Community of the Dead, on the ninety-eighth floor.0

[Light Su-Hyeok! Light Su-Hyeok! Light Su-Hyeok! Light Su-Hyeok!]0

[This is fucking sick.]0

[Is he even human?]0

[Human? Are you out of your mind? Su-Hyeok is a god.]0

[Lmao.]0

[Why does the thirty-ninth—no, the ninety-eighth floor look easier?]0

[Easier? Are you tripping? 💀]0

[Does it look easier to the person who’s been fighting for up to two days straight? You wanna die?]0

[No. I mean… I just mean Su-Hyeok got stronger!]0

[Hmm...]0

[It sounds like this dude’s making excuses.]0

[... I’m just dumb! I don’t use my brain before speaking. Light Su-Hyeok! God Su-Hyeok! King Su-Hyeok!]0

[Alright, I'll let it slide this once.]0

[Don’t fight, pray. Prayer’s all that’s left. It’s the only thing we can do to help.]0

[Lol. Su-men—]0

[Su-men.]0

[Su-men...]0

[SU-MEN!!]1

***0

[Eliminate or survive against the incoming enemies. Remaining time: 115 hours, 21 minutes.]0

Although my decision looked simple, I hadn’t chosen to carve a path forward on a whim. There were undeniable risks involved.0

First, the gods and apostles who had previously avoided me—whether out of fear or disinterest—were now combining their power to stop me. Second, the disinterested parties had stepped forward to warn me, apparently for my own good.0

Those two things lingered at the back of my mind.0

Well, hidden missions have always been this...0