How long would they have to bear this heart pounding level of anxiety?

It had been thirty minutes for Haemin, and around forty for Minchan. The two waited for the dungeon barrier to dissolve. It felt like the last courtesy they could extend to the two Awakened who they’d let walk to their deaths.

Haemin murmured, “Team leader. These guys are lasting quite a while?”

Minchan replied, “I guess so.”

A small ember of hope ignited within Haemin, “If they lasted this long, doesn’t it confirm they were able to survive in the jungle?”

Minchan was still watching the barrier, “I guess so.”

“…maybe they might clear it?” At Haemin’s hopeful words, Minchan’s face turned bright for a moment. 

However, his face turned sullen, “A Necromancer like him might be able to defeat Krocodiles by using his summons as bait, but he won’t be able to escape the swamps.”

Haemin glanced at him, “Mmmm. When you say the swamps….”

The jungle boasted several large swamps, which were basically deathtraps designed to scythe through close combat fighters. The swamps were home to two kinds of monsters.

The Fuco Monkeys and Swamp Anacondas.

Fuco Monkeys threw a very hard fruit called Fucos at their opponents. The Monkeys also threw the fruits fast enough to cause serious damage if they hit someone. If someone took an unlucky blow to the head, they might even die.

The mud of the swamps limited one’s ability to move, so the only way to attack...