There was a thing that a human could never get used to even after countless experiences. It was pain. After all, even if you could endure it, you couldn’t stop the pain itself. Since the person who said that was someone who had tolerated all sorts of pain, he knew it was valid.

The stench that permeated everywhere was a kind of pain right now. In fact, the damp and rotten odor even smelled sour. Seong-Il covered his mouth as it felt like his throat was getting tangled. He barely managed to hold it in, but he heard people puking behind him. In the end, Seong-Il couldn’t help but vomit. Water was the only thing he had consumed since last night because he knew this would happen. He gathered the sweet and sour flavor that was lingering in his mouth and spit it all out at once.

Ptooey!

“It’s fucking nasty. The necromancer must be a pooping machine. Even a giant pile of elephant poop wouldn’t smell as bad as this. Don’t you think so?”

Seong-Il looked at Lee Tae-Han in amazement as the other man still hadn’t thrown up.

“That’s right.”

Lee Tae-Han’s twitching brows showed how much he was struggling, but that was it. He was the only man who had endured the stench so far.

Meanwhile, the people outside were in the midst of a battle, and they heard the noise from the passage that led to the...