[Mr. Lee Shin-Woo has entered.]

[Lloyd H.K.: It's been a while. I'm glad you're safe.]

[Erian Ruparte: I'm glad you're safe.]

[Mentes Orun: Oh, you've come.]

The chatroom was the best when Lee Shin-Woo couldn’t move. Right now, he had to stay in position, so he turned to the chatroom to pass time even though it had been quite a while since he last entered. Like always, several of his seniors happily greeted him upon entrance. Lee Shin-Woo very naturally began to act and replied.

[Lee Shin-Woo: I'm glad you're all safe as well, Seniors.]

[Mentes Orun: What are you doing right now?]

[Lee Shin-Woo: I'm waiting for the right moment.]

That was right. Lee Shin-Woo was waiting for the right time to attack. Life was all about timing, and it was even more important against the undead. Right now, Lee Shin-Woo was beginning to learn how to adjust that timing.

[Mentes Orun: The right moment...?]

[Lloyd H.K.: Is it an ambush? That must mean you've figured out where the undead troops are going.]

[Lee Shin-Woo: Something like that. I have to ambush the undead troops since there are a little too many of them for me to tackle.]

It wasn’t actually a group of undead, but an entire city's worth of them; he would be attacking both the inner city and the outskirts simultaneously in a manner of speaking, not through physical means, but mental....