While Reable was talking, Ji-Cheok got an alarm that the dungeon was destroyed. A moment later, he felt a force pulling him out of the dungeon and he appeared back in Antarctica.

The dungeon was gone, and the loot pouring out of it piled up like a mountain. At the same time, Ji-Cheok could feel the heat that had enveloped the entirety of Antarctica dissipate.

“Huhuhu… You saw my power at the final moment, right?” Reable asked.

“Yeah, that was pretty awesome.”

“You can always leave the final moment to me! Rather than being captured like a bug and suffering a literal eternity of hellish torment, it might be better to have everything disappear neatly like that.”

Reable had an eerie, almost benevolent look on his face as he spoke. The disparity between his words and his expression was bizarre, but Ji-Cheok did not call him out on it. He knew that what Reable said was actually the truth.

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