There were many people gathered at Blackfield—or rather, the place that had been called Blackfield until a few days ago. To the imperial scholars, the ecology that had been inaccessible for hundreds of years was a precious treasure.

Of course, other than the citizens of Frontier, there were also Players. They were gathered at the top of the Magic Tower, lost in thought.

“Hm.” Among them was Shin Sung-Hyun. He stroked his chin.

As he scanned the roof again, a movie played in his head.

‘The bees’ king was powerful. It had similar abilities to the mutant I had killed.’ 

Regeneration. And because he was the king, Janabi’s regeneration abilities had to be much stronger.

‘Ju-Ha’s flames activated twice. Once here, and once over there.’ 

He looked down at the soot-blackened floor and continued his analysis.

‘Janabi was hit with two of her attacks…’ 

And Janabi remained unscathed. What had killed him, in the end, was an attack of darkness fused with ice.

‘That means there are two possibilities.’ 

Either Janabi’s regeneration skills were powerful enough to withstand Ju-Ha’s flames.

‘Or…’

Sung-Hyun turned his head toward Gong Ju-Ha’s dried bloodstains.

‘He possessed another ability that allowed him to ambush them in that state.’ 

There were many possibilities. Invisibility, sensory disruption,...