He did what he needed to do and gathered everything he required.

[Outside! Outside!]

“….”

Unexpectedly obtaining something he had to bring along everywhere, Seol Jihu turned back feeling strange.

The travel back home was smooth, except for one troublesome situation he ran into. As he was in the southernmost region renowned for being unsafe, he should have had a difficult journey.

Traveling alone made one an easy prey, and as monsters generally enjoyed the taste of human flesh, they wouldn’t let a delicacy escape so easily.

As a result, a group of seven monsters had commenced their hunt while swallowing their saliva, and it wasn’t until half of them were steamed cold by Seol Jihu’s Ice Spear that they ran for their lives.

The problem was that the ones who managed to escape informed the deaths of their comrades to their village.

It would have been better if they just stayed quiet, but the leader of the monsters grew furious at the deaths of its subordinates and swore a vendetta against the perpetrator.

No matter how strong the human was, he was alone. If the entire clan ambushed him while he was asleep at night, his demise seemed inevitable.

Thinking so, the leader became confident in its plans.

That was, of course, until it got beaten to a pulp.

If there was one mistake it made, it was that it didn’t realize the human wasn’t alone. And if one were to put a second charge to its list of crimes, it would be that it disrupted Flone’s secret enjoyment.

She was giggling and taking delight in watching Seol Jihu’s sleeping face, but when sharp killing intent swept over his campsite, Seol Jihu had instantly opened his eyes.

When his and Flone’s eyes met at a nose-close distance, Flone felt extremely embarrassed, and this humiliation transformed into unreasonable rage.

In the end, the pack of monsters...