‘At least no one would die.’

No one would be crippled, and there wouldn’t be any major problems either. As this was a high-risk job, Choi Yu-Seong had put in much thought, and now, he was fully prepared for all possibilities.

"...Shouldn't I be treating you to barbeque, boss?" asked Chae Ye-Ryeong. Unlike Choi Yu-Seong, who felt somewhat relieved, she looked at the mana stones on the glass room’s ceiling nervously.

Yu-Seong smiled gently at Ye-Ryeong. “You know that I have a lot of money, right? So don’t worry.”

Of course, Choi Yu-Seong was not rich enough to put on a display of mana stones like this as much as, and as often as, he wanted since it consumed nearly 20 billion won each time. But at this moment, he thought it wouldn't be bad to bluff a little.

"And anyway, you are the one who is taking the biggest risk. So really, don't worry about money."

"But still, I want to treat you to barbeque."

Choi Yu-Seong turned and made eye contact with Chae Ye-Ryeong. She looked very gentle, but she was surprisingly stubborn. In the end, Yu-Seong shrugged as if he had lost. "Alright then,...