Things that might mean something to Han-Yeol would not mean anything to others if he repeatedly did them. In fact, his stubborn persistence would only cause them to doubt him.0

‘I need to change things, but what change can I make?’ Han-Yeol could not get any clues related to spatial property.0

One of the agents carefully approached Han-Yeol and P around the time they finished hunting and returned to their assigned accommodations. The agent seemed to have something he wished to discuss with P and kept stealing glances at Han-Yeol.0

Then, the agent finally decided to speak up.0

[Excuse me, Han-Yeol? Can you excuse us for a second?]0

“Alright.”0

Han-Yeol was curious about what they were going to talk about, but he was not brazen enough to tell them to have their conversation in front of him. He went ahead to the accommodation and washed up before enjoying a can of cold beer on the sofa, and P entered around thirty minutes later.0

“What’s up, P?”0

[Ah, that is… I think I won’t be able to guide you anymore.]0

Han-Yeol shot up from the sofa and asked, “W-What? Why?” 0

Separating from...0