Fifteen days ago, Seo Jun-Ho had to face another short farewell. It was the ball in his hand. The LED on Wisoso's face was dim.

- I'm sorry. Young Hero Seo.

"What for? Rather, I'm sorry."

- I hope you achieve what you want.

"Sleep tight."

- I will… do...

The LED turned off. Even if it contained the soul of a person, a machine was a machine. Since the battery had run out, it couldn't work properly.

‘Then, what will happen to Wisoso’s soul in the meantime?’ Seo Jun-Ho thought as he lifted the cold machine ball. He felt sorry for them for being locked up in a cold prison until the battery was charged.

‘I'll charge you as soon as I can.’

Seo Jun-Ho vowed, put the ball in his Inventory, and opened a box. There were still many rations and bottled water inside of it.

Crunch, crunch.

Hunger was easily filled with every meal, but there were things that would never get filled here.

'Black Moon Martial Arts.'

It had been a month since he started, but he was still stuck in a bottleneck. He even had no idea what was wrong, not to mention what to do.

‘I only have around four percent of magic remaining…’

It was just a handful. It was the last handful of magic he left just in case something happened. Seo Jun-Ho...