“Let’s go with the feint attack.”

That was when Ji-Han spoke up.

“Um Ji-Cheok and Reable. I think you two can go ahead on the guerilla warfare plan.”

“Wait, why would you pick a Necromancer instead of a better ranged Damage Dealer?”

Mu-Cheok protested impatiently.

“Because they are more mana efficient, and Reable also has the ability to drain mana from corpses to restore his.”

“I see that you know more about me than I thought. You’re an asshole for blabbing about other people’s secrets like that, Jung Ji-Han~”

Being called an asshole by an evil God did exactly zero to affect Ji-Han.

‘I knew Reable could pull souls out of corpses, but mana?’

It was like looking at a human-sized multi-purpose knife. Ji-Cheok was surprised that this strange being, who was equally a master of Mana Body and Necromancy, could also do such a thing.

‘At this point, I should just ask him what he can’t do. That would be faster.’

Mu-Cheok clenched his jaw in frustration at Ji-Han’s logic, but he could not refute it.

With this, the plan was in motion.

“It is also important to clear the dungeon for us to destroy it. The rest of us will be clearing the dungeon, and in the meantime,...