Minchan surveyed the reporters.

"There's a mountain fire. What would you do about it?"

When Minchan asked a question out of left field, a reporter in the first row answered without thinking.

"We have to put out the fire."

Minchan met the young reporter’s eyes. 

"What if it wasn't a fire? What if it was an active volcano?"

The reporter frowned, "Then we have to run away."

Minchan didn’t miss a beat, "What if eventually there is nowhere to run away?"

"...what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying we have a different role to play." Minchan spoke in a confident tone, "When one is at the scene of a fire, one should separate the rescue team from the firefighting team."

"..."

"The king of Alandal is searching for a way to permanently stop the dungeons, which is now erupting more often than volcanoes. Shouldn't we do our best to block and endure the attacks until he does?"

The reporter had a cold expression on his face, "What are you trying to say?"

"You don't understand what I just said? Do they let people who haven't graduated primary school become reporters these days?"

The reporter's face turned red, "How can anyone not understand something of that level? I'm asking for Alandal's official stance. Are you willing to search for this method even as all Koreans are wiped out?"

Minchan stood up from his seat. There was nothing more ugly...