It was an absurd situation.

The language spoken in this world was not too different from that of the other world. Despite this, the moment Seon-Hyeok heard the man, his mind immediately jumped to his native language.

“K, Korean or not, do something about this first!”

Only after hearing the continued screams did Seon-Hyeok realize why he had been momentarily confused.

Seon-Hyeok and the other foreigners had naturally lost the accents and tones used in the other world during the time spent in Adenburg, but this man was different. As a result, the moment Seon-Hyeok heard him speak, he thought of the Korean language.

“Do something about this!”

“Before I do, you need to tell me who you are.”

Seon-Hyeok replied coldly as he looked at the mysterious man screaming upon being pinned down by Atiya.

“I’m a foreigner! Like you! I’m from Korea!”

“I don’t think that counts as an introduction.”

Seon-Hyeok frowned before he knew it. He had told the person to reveal his identity, but the man had simply responded that he was a foreigner. The situation felt unusual.

“Isn’t it enough that I’m a foreigner like you? Hurry up and let me go. Ugh…”

“Name. Affiliation.”

Worried that he would never get an answer if he let things progress as-is, Seon-Hyeok...