The next morning, Seol Jihu groaned as soon as he woke up.

A headache accompanied by strong dizziness made his head ring.

After tossing and turning for a while, Seol Jihu staggered up from his bed and walked out.

The welcoming party from hell that made even a Unique Ranker run away had continued throughout the night. Seol Jihu wanted to wash up to get rid of its lingering effects.

After arriving at the first-floor lobby, Seol Jihu became speechless.

“Hey, hey, my cup is empty.”

“Cheeeeers!”

The sun had come up, but the welcoming party was still going on.

To be more precise, a few members were still alive. The rest were sprawled on the floor, snoring loudly.

Bits and pieces of food were littered everywhere, and the entire place reeked of alcohol. It was easy to tell that all hell broke loose here.

‘Are their livers made of titanium alloy?’

Seol Jihu stared in astonishment as Chohong drank straight from the bottle and Hugo laughed and chatted with Audrey Basler.

Feeling like he would be forced into joining them if he was spotted, he hid his presence as much as possible and headed to the underground hot springs.

“Whew….”

Once he soaked himself in hot water, his hangover went away to a degree.

Seol Jihu enjoyed his bath for about two hours before happily coming back up to the lobby.

Then, he became speechless again.

“….”

It was a mess when he came down in the morning, but now, the lobby was cleaned spotless. Not even the last group of survivors could be found.

Seol Jihu scanned the lobby, wondering what happened when he saw Phi Sora walking...