At first, Yeon-woo thought he had heard it wrong. ‘Five? Not fifteen?’ While calming his pounding heart and trying to maintain his cool, Yeon-woo asked the Martial King, "Why is it happening so soon?"

"What do you mean by that? Is something wrong?"

"No, it’s just…From what I remember, the players on the eleventh floor still didn’t seem ready at all.”

Yeon-woo had wandered around the floor while collecting materials, and although the clouds of war loomed over the cities, there hadn’t been any rumors of the clans looking for mercenaries and allies.

"And that's why I said five days.”

Yeon-woo was puzzled.

"We are the ones starting the war."

It was only then that Yeon-woo realized what was going on. ‘Red Dragon still doesn't know about them.’ The One-horned tribe was going to show up on the eleventh floor and start attacking without any warning. 'It will be a massacre.’

The Martial King said with a sly laugh. "Since we’ve decided to come out of seclusion, shouldn’t we make a big entrance?”

*   *   *

'Five days from now.' After leaving the hall, Yeon-woo slowly organized his thoughts as he walked down the street. The war was happening sooner than he expected, and he shivered...