“That’s too reckless. Private Kim Jinwoo still has a lot of magazines left.”

Yoon Taewoo desperately stopped Woohyuk.

‘I remember. You were always this kind of person.’

Someone who cared more about others than himself.

After he would be discharged, he said he would become a philanthropist.

"I'm sorry."

"Huh? What…”

Yoon Taewoo couldn't keep up.

Woohyuk struck a vital spot on his nape with a chop.

'I don't want to see you die again.'

This was just a world of images unfolded by the advanced magic circle, but it still mattered to him.

'Even if he doesn't die, he will only interfere with Kim Jinwoo’s subjugation.'

This imaginary world has a high level of implementation, so even if he didn’t actually take damage, there was the possibility that he would receive mental damage.

Therefore, he had to be careful not to be shot and eliminate all the unnecessary variables as much as possible.

As Woohyuk came out of the dormitory with his sword, Kim Jinwoo, who was standing in the hallway, pointed a muzzle at him from a distance.

“Sergeant Chun.”

Kim Jinwoo called Woohyuk in a somewhat trembling voice.

The appearance of someone who had always...