Jo Gyu-Min wordlessly stared at Kang Jin-Ho walking back toward the campsite.

“My apologies for that commotion,” said Kang Jin-Ho with a faint smile. He had already reverted back to his 'usual' self.

Jo Gyu-Min caught himself being relieved by this revelation. It made him chuckle in dismay.

'Relieved, is it...?'

Kang Jin-Ho wasn't some machine with a mode-switching button. No, that Kang Jin-Ho of a few minutes ago was simply another facet of 'Kang Jin-Ho.’ It was just that he had usually been hiding that side of him. Having realized this, Jo Gyu-Min could only swallow his dry-feeling saliva nervously. He then spotted the figure of the unconscious Chinese man slumped inside the crater some distance behind Kang Jin-Ho.

'What did he do to that man?'

All Kang Jin-Ho did was wave his hand a few times in front of the Chinese man's face, yet that man started screaming like a horror movie victim before blacking out, bubbles foaming out of his mouth.

Kang Jin-Ho reached the campfire and addressed Jo Gyu-Min, “We should get some rest now. We'll continue traversing the mountain tomorrow, after all.”

“A-ah, of course.” Jo Gyu-Min hesitantly nodded while thinking…

‘Yes, it's a good idea to rest. Resting is all good and well, but…’

“...Mister Jin-Ho, are you going to, uh, leave that person over there? Like that?”

“Yes. He's not dead.”

‘Yes, I can tell as well, Mister Jin-Ho. I mean, his body is squirming and convulsing every now and then, so he can't be dead yet. But…’

‘But, if we let him 'sleep' like that in the rough,...