When Kang Yoon-Soo opened his eyes, he found himself on the border between life and death.

‘This place is…’ he thought.

He appeared to be in a familiar place that he was sick and tired of—the smithy. It was a building so old and run-down that nobody used it anymore, and apart from that, it was his restarting point. The smithy was where he regressed whenever the Demon Lord killed him.

‘I’m not supposed to regress anymore though…’ he thought suspiciously.

At first, he suspected that he had regressed once again, but he soon realized that was not the case at all. The date shown on his wrist device was the present date, and the smithy felt different from how it usually did. Everything in the smithy felt simultaneously real and surreal, and he could not help but think that it was not the same place he always regressed to.

‘I’m sure I died,’ he thought.

Kang Yoon-Soo distinctly remembered that the Demon Lord’s hand had crashed down on him and squashed him. He thus inspected his body. His right arm was still severed, and his abdomen still had a large hole in it. However, he did not feel any pain, nor was he bleeding.

‘I have no idea what’s going on right now,’ he thought, before deciding to start walking.

It was then that he opened the smithy door and walked out.

“…”

Kang Yoon-Soo was shocked by the sight that awaited him.

Several people were gathered around a campfire under the moonlight, and each of them had grotesque wounds on their bodies. One of them had a hole in his neck, while another had a hole pierced through his heart. All of them looked like corpses and their eyes appeared devoid of any signs of life. However, the fact that truly surprised Kang Yoon-Soo was that he knew them very well.

The largest of the men sitting around the campfire suddenly stood up and said, “I...