Seong-Il had been going in and out the nearby boundary throughout the previous night. Perhaps he did that in an attempt to shake off his sense of loss. Of note, his smile was back on his face. He grinned as he walked toward me from afar, and I saw he was hiding something behind him. I smelt alcohol, and then he sat in front of me while waving a crushed pack of soju.

“Look what I found. It’s soju. Soju!”

Then, he took out a package of biscuits and giggled as if it meant the world to him. He seemed to have been waiting for this moment. He carefully scraped off the blood clots that had hardened on the soju and biscuit packages and treated them like treasures.

“They were stuck deep in the bodies. Although I took them out from rotting flesh that smell like a sewer, these are treasures. My Sense is the best thing ever. Do you want some?”

“Of course.”

We took turns and drank a sip of soju each time.

“The System gives only a little XP, so I don’t even know when I’ll be able to level up. The motherfuckers are still roaming around.”

He meant the monsters from the Stage Two spire. We fought against the Kciphos Corps in Act One, Stage One, but the spire in Stage Two was closely related to Doom Entegasto. Doom Entegasto’s main stage was the...