Many people were gathered outside. News of the current situation had stirred up a commotion in the main base camp, which caused the heroes to burst out of their rooms. In the end, all the surviving members of the fifth, sixth, and seventh recruits had gathered together with the natives, not out of their own volition, but out of necessity. After all, they had no way of dealing with this sudden crisis. 

As more and more heroes appeared, the natives gradually quietened. They looked at the heroes with visible distress and anxiety; many turned to Chi-Woo in particular like he was their last strand of hope. Chi-Woo pretended to not notice their stares.

‘What do they expect me to do…?’ He understood they had high hopes for him due to what he had achieved in the past, but it would be difficult for him to meet their expectations. Besides, it wouldn’t be his decision to make.

‘I just can’t do it.’ If their opponents had been the broken beings, he might have thought differently. However, the ones coming this time were the cursed beings. Neither talisman nor the club worked on them. Furthermore, there were even several mutated ones among them, the likes of which had managed to critically injure Giant Fist with a single blow. Given the damage they could inflict on a hero, it seemed clear that someone with an ordinary physique like Chi-Woo wouldn’t be able to do anything; in fact, Chi-Woo would’ve counted his blessings if his head somehow didn’t explode...