Although he was no longer trying to actively level up, Go Hyung-Chul was still an almost high ranker. He didn’t stop hunting or start neglecting his skills all this time, so he was still close to being a high ranker.

“Well… They were nothing more than disposables anyway.” Go Hyung-Chul scratched his head with the back of his dagger. The blade was wet with blood, and only headless corpses were around him.

“So they’ve been maintaining the barrier by sucking energy from low-level rankers like these,” Go Hyung-Chul mumbled. The nonchalance from a second ago was gone, replaced by a serious look. “They should be thanking me. Even death is better than this.”

For several days, Go Hyung-Chul had been collecting information with Heo Sung-Hoon. They soon learned that the Caravan Guild was recruiting newbie rankers. The newbies were being dispatched to important areas resembling a magic circle’s formation. Go Hyung-Chul then realized it was really a magic circle.

A trap that used hell’s magic.

‘This is bad,’ Heo Sung-Hoon thought. Many such units were being destroyed right now, breaking the magic circle and releasing terrible dark magic spread to the world.

Fwoosh.

The white feather hanging on his shirt...