It was night when we came out. While the survivors looked up at the moon with overwhelming emotions, the mercenaries who guarded the dungeon entrance and Joshua’s close subordinates gathered around us. They became speechless when they saw our miserable appearances. We had bloody scabs and wounds all over our bodies. Then, they ran toward their leaders.

Joshua walked towards me, ignoring his subordinates, and whispered as if the shock he had experienced from the boss monster’s room hadn’t left him yet, “I’ll escort you to my mansion.”

“No, I’d appreciate it if you sent me a car. I’ll stay at the Wilson Hotel,” I replied.

***

“You should go to the hospital,” one of Joshua’s subordinates said.

“No, head to the mansion,” Joshua replied.

“But…”

“Things will get more serious from now on. Go to the mansion,” Joshua said firmly.

The man got an eerie feeling from Joshua’s eyes and voice—he was acting differently from when he carried out a significant project in the office. The man turned to the mercenary captain, who was in the same vehicle. He was the one who had recommended the captain to Joshua.

The captain’s...