It was the morning after the fifth night raid. 

[Level: 484, XP: 3731450 / 4242555]

[Level: 355, XP: 2100 / 60654]

An influx of various Baclan squads and their war supplies had come, but they were just XP for us. Seong-Il was putting the monster corpses aside in the street, and even that made him look like a bulldozer. He couldn’t avoid getting injured this time, but his motto was not to be a crybaby. 

Despite how he casually dealt with his injuries, I could tell that his back had been severely scratched. In fact, I could see his exposed muscles under his ripped up skin. Indeed, the difficulty of night raids was higher than the difficulty on the first floor of the boundary. The situation would change starting from the third floor, but we still had a long way to go until that day. Anyway, the later it happened, the better it was for me. Of course, that was assuming I was able to control the risk of the light pillar. 

Seong-Il shouted from behind, “Where are you going?”

I responded, “Food.”

“Wait, wait!”

He hurriedly went into the city hall and came back with a huge...