This might be obvious, but Players generally had better instincts than normal people. After all, their senses became sharper as they leveled up and gathered experience from Gates. 

But sometimes, there were things that they could sense even if they lacked the level and experience. 

Like now. 

“...”

“...”

The eighteen Players trembled like school children about to be punished by a teacher. Rodomir, the leader of the Black Moss tribe, was giving off an energy that was so violent and wild that it gave them the chills.

‘Goddamn, the rookie was able to fight back so I didn’t expect much...but he’s gonna kill us all.’ 

‘You’re telling me Seo Jun-Ho fought one-on-one with this beast?’

‘Hm...I wonder if we can take him down by taking turns and distracting him with a pincer attack…’

They fell deep in thought, and so did Cha Min-Woo. They previously thought that they could handle him when they were watching from afar, but there was an immeasurable gap between their expectations and reality now that they were close enough to hear even his breathing. 

‘Jun-Ho-nim fought so bravely against someone like him?’ 

They bit their lips. Was it because...