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In the evening, Kim Do-Joon was driving toward the academy when his phone rang.
“Hello?”
— Ah, finally! I’ve been trying to reach you!
It was a call from Son Chang-Il, the Association President. Kim Do-Joon had noticed several missed calls from him earlier, but hadn’t returned them. Right after coming out of the labyrinth, he had been swamped with sparring matches with Jecheon Seong. Before he knew it, it felt too late to call back.
Therefore, this call was somewhat surprising. Son Chang-Il wasn’t the type to reach out at such an hour unless something was urgent.
Is something wrong?
Kim Do-Joon wondered, adjusting his earphones.
“Did something happen?” Kim Do-Joon asked.
— Sorry for calling so late. I know you need your rest.
“I was planning to call you tomorrow,” Kim Do-Joon replied.
Son Chang-Il muttered something to himself, then abruptly changed the subject.
— You’ve heard about Haenam, right?
However, Kim Do-Joon didn’t have the vaguest idea about this topic.
Haenam? Why is he bringing that up right now?
“Are you talking about the place at the end of the Korean Peninsula? I heard an S-rank dungeon appeared there years ago, and the area has been deserted ever since,” Kim Do-Joon replied.
— Huh? Ah, yes, that’s correct. But I’m talking about the incident that’s currently happening there.
Then quickly, Kim Do-Joon’s instincts kicked in. Something had definitely gone down there. It had to be related to dungeons, or maybe even the World Tree roots.
“Sorry, I’ve been so focused on training the past few days that I’ve been completely out of touch with the outside world.”
— Oh! Okay, I see.
There was admiration in Son Chang-Il’s voice. He thought Kim Do-Joon was impressive.
In today’s world, not many people were so dedicated to their training that they fully isolated...
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