“What do you think is our chance of survival, Director?” Yang Hyo-Jin, Woo Yeong-Geun’s secretary, asked.0

Yeong-Geun smiled bitterly. “Below ten percent.”0

[The Celestial ‘Nameless Giant’ yells at you not to make such a foreboding remark!]0

Ueopwang became furious, denouncing Yeong-Geun’s claim as nonsense, but Yeong-Geun stood by his word. In fact, he was already being quite generous with that estimation.0

“… You certainly seem like a chaebol whenever you’re this frank,” Hyo-Jin said.0

“False hope puts people in more despair. It’s best to look at reality objectively.”0

“On the contrary, I think it would be best not to tell others about it…”0

“Why?” Yeong-Geun looked back at Hyo-Jin.0

“Everyone would run away.”0

“No. No one would.”0

“Pardon…?” Hyo-Jin blankly asked back.0

“Look at the eyes of the people around you.”0

Following Yeong-Geun’s instructions, Hyo-Jin couldn’t help but be surprised. ‘Their eyes… are different.’0

“What do you think?”0

“... They’re unusual.”0

“Everyone is prepared to die.” Yeong-Geun watched the draconic army assemble in the distance.0

Their enemies’ number grew endlessly larger, increasing the tension around the barricade so much that they began having difficulties breathing. Nevertheless, no one abandoned the frontlines.0

“People they care about live here… people whose lives they value more than their own,” Yeong-Geun added.0

Hyo-Jin nodded in agreement. In truth, she also wanted to run away but forced herself to stay for her parents and brother. She had to stop the draconic troops from reducing the Korean Peninsula...0