It was certainly not a place suitable for the living. From afar, he could faintly see several long wooden storages that looked like greenhouses, which brought to mind a barn that was commonplace in the countryside. There was no visible entrance, and it stuck out like a sore thumb amid the forest’s chilling landscape. 

Chi-Woo suddenly remembered the depths of the cave that he had saved Ru Amuh from; the prison-like crypt reminded Chi-Woo how Eshnunna had described her job—she managed their ranch. He wondered what would be there and what kind of hellish sight awaited him. He strutted forward and scrunched up his whole face, quickly covering his nose and lips. A foul odor that he couldn’t withstand suddenly sieged his nose. 

“Urgh!”

He was about to enter one of the greenhouses, but quickly staggered back, tasting bile in the back of his throat. As soon as the odor hit his senses, extremely dark energy rushed through his entire body: rage, bloodlust, antagonism, hate…it was an evil energy amassed with all kinds of negative emotions. Chi-Woo felt nauseous, and he felt a sense of strong rejection that made his body shudder. He almost vomited.

‘There aren’t just…one or two of them.’ There were certainly more than a few—if he had to come up with an analogy, this was a pool of water filled up to create a swamp. Not only would ordinary people escape as soon as they saw the area, but those with spiritual power would also do the same. Even the famous psychic tunnel in Japan paled in comparison. 

Eshnunna and the middle-aged man came to a halt. Their instincts were stopping them from continuing.

‘Damn it. Almighty God, Jesus, Buddha, Allah…’ If his wise mentor had been with him, he would...