The grassroot monster backed away warily, his eyes glimmering. When he looked up, he saw a cluster of light. The light landed exactly on Chi-Woo’s left hand and glowed brilliantly as it took the form of a book.

Shaaaaa…! As soon as it came into complete shape, the book opened, and a page flipped over. Chi-Woo’s eyes shone from behind his wind-swept hair. Simultaneously, he opened his mouth.

“Ilseungmobupyeonhwagyeong bojangbosalyakchangae namuhwajangsaegyaehae.” [1]

The grassroot monster frowned.

“Wangsasongjunggisagul sangjubulmyulseokgajeon.”

“W-What? What are you saying?” The monster had wondered what Chi-Woo would do and was stunned to hear strange phrases that he couldn’t understand.

“Shibangsamsaeilchaebul jeongeonginyeonbangpyundo hangjunilseoungmyobeupryun.”

The rest of the expedition team reacted the same way. Stunned and baffled, they looked at Chi-Woo in bewilderment. But not caring for their gazes, Chi-Woo continued, “Yeobigujungmanichun nujinjajaeahrahan.” While murmuring phrases no one could understand, he stepped into the enemy’s ground.

“Why are you suddenly acting like this?”

“Damn it, for now…!” Emmanuel fixed his grip over his fleuret again, and Lakshasha was about to give his order as the head of the expedition team when one person stepped forward and stopped them.

“It’s fine, you both.” Ru Amuh looked at Chi-Woo with unwavering eyes. It was a simple line, but each word made clear his deep trust in Chi-Woo.

“Ahyagyojindaegasup Rurubinagupgaya jaegasupsaribul.”

The grassroot monster, who had been sighing in relief that nothing was happening, flinched.

“Daemokgunryun Gajunyeon Anu...