There was a large clearing in the eastern part of the forest. It had transformed into a developed outpost. The two entrances were shabby, but there were wooden fences and four guards on each side. There was a large blaze that was reminiscent of a campfire, and there were over 80 Players milling about, eating a late dinner. 

“Slurp.” Seo Jun-Ho was eating cup ramen for dinner. He ate a hearty meal with kimchi he had brought in his inventory and looked around when he finished. 

‘There are 80 people here. And there are 72  Players that are gathering in the north and south.’ 

152 in total. It was the same number of Players that were currently inside the Gate. Surprisingly, they had all decided to join him. 

‘But the situation doesn’t look too good.’ 

48 people had died on the first night. They’d lost a fourth of their manpower, and it was starting to weigh on the survivors.

‘…It’s good that they’re as angry as they are nervous though.’

They’d lost friends, sunbaes, hubaes, and lovers. The Players who’d lost their loved ones were sharpening the knife of vengeance. Even if he told them to launch a full-scale offensive when...