There were no more victims thanks to Han-Yeol, and not everyone who had failed to make it to the monster shelter was killed. Fortunately, twenty out of the sixty workers who hadn’t sought safety at the monster shelters were able to hide in a corner and avoid being discovered by the monsters.

However, their joy lasted only for a moment. As soon as they discovered nearly forty of their colleagues dead across the factory, the workers went back to mourning.

They might be strangers to Han-Yeol, but he could relate to their grief. After all, losing someone you knew was always a painful experience.

“Sung-Jin…” Han-Yeol called out.

“Ah, Han-Yeol,” replied Sung-Jin after he wiped away his tears and forced himself to smile.

“I’ll go home now.”

“Yeah, you have to go home.”

“Alright then.”

“See you.”

Han-Yeol left the Sung Jin Factory and went to his father’s shop.

***

The sun was slowly rising.

Bzzt…! Bzzt…! Fwaaa!

The billiard hall was in a mess.

An electricity pole outside of the building had collapsed, its wires dangerously buzzing with electricity. Also, almost every single car parked on the street had burned down or was still burning. A few cars even had burnt corpses of those who had failed to escape in time before the vehicle went up in flames.

‘This is a mess… What the hell was the...