“Of course, the Koreans are a bit better than the hunters from those other countries, but aren’t they also just after our dungeon?”0

“That’s true.”0

Boris didn’t deny it, so Pudovkin nodded in relief and subtly tried to change the subject. 0

“Ah, right. Senior, you used to be active in South Korea.”0

“Yes, I was. It was in Busan, and it was fun in many ways,” said Boris with a nostalgic look. “Everybody was full of fighting spirit back then. Before entering dungeons, we wouldn’t call insurance companies or call corporate managers like you young people do nowadays.”2

“Ah, indeed.”0

Regardless of the generation, the stories of veterans were bound to be unexciting for the youth. As such, Pudovkin was already starting to get bored. Moreover, this wasn’t the first time he had heard this story. Boris had told this story dozens of times…0

“You see, the hunters who try to plan everything and make all sorts of calculations before a raid can’t truly become strong. You understand what I’m saying?”0

“Ah, yes.”0

“...Am I too old? I-I feel like I’m having a hallucination.”0

“Huh?”0

Pudovkin was taken aback by Boris’ sudden outburst. 0

“That hunter. Can you see him?” asked Boris as he pointed forward, his finger trembling. 0

“I... can see him.” 0

Pudovkin wondered...0