Toppler spoke calmly, “My goals align with your goals.”

“Do you mean the defense of Earth?”

Toppler nodded as he smiled, “I'm a proponent of everyone being able to protect their own planet.”

Jo-ro-ro.

A milky-white tea appeared when the hot water was poured on top of the tea bag. Woojin took the cup in front of him and took a sip.

“How long have you been on Earth?”

“If you are asking for my age, I'm forty-five years old.”

“Are you fucking with me?”

“I’m serious.”

Woojin glared at him before he asked another question, “Why didn't you tell everyone about the Dungeon Shock? Why didn't you inform everyone?”

Toppler pointed out, “They would have thought I was a raving lunatic.”

“Hmm. That is true.” Woojin nodded, “Then what about the conjectures you released on the tv program?”

He was known as the researcher who was unrivalled in regard to anything related to the dungeons.

Toppler had formed several hypotheses and talked extensively about the reasons behind dungeon formation as well as its reciprocal relationship with the monsters. Moreover, he’d denounced the dungeon businesses for accelerating dungeon Resets.

“Those are all facts.”

They weren't hypotheses. He had been telling the truth. But the question remained.

How had Toppler found out about all this? Had it been through personal experience? Had he witnessed it?

“Why didn't you incrementally release more information?”

“Nobody would...