A day passed. As soon as the dawn broke, Chi-Woo and the others split up into teams and set out to investigate. Although they didn’t make much progress, the mood around the camp didn’t sour because everyone could feel a significant change. First of all, it was much easier to wander around the forest now compared to the day before, where it had been all gloomy darkness and suffocating air. Today, the air was clean, and warm sunlight embraced them all. For the first time, the forest felt like a forest to the heroes.

“It feels like I’m on a walk.”

“Yeah. I thought I was walking into a haunted house yesterday.” 

After falling into an all-consuming pit of despair where there was no room for dreams or hope, the heroes felt liberated when they finally saw the rays of light shining on them. Thus, everyone talked to one another with relaxed faces, and as they did, the topic of the conversation naturally steered to Chi-Woo.

“It really is amazing. I wonder how he did it though?”

“He did explain what happened. It seems there’s something more than meets the eyes about him.”

Chi-Woo would’ve been displeased to hear it, but he had become a household name among the natives and the seventh recruits.

“But what’s his name again?” 

As expected, it was his alias Chichibong—rather than Choi Chi-Woo—that was becoming well-known. The day passed by without much happening. 

Of course, there were still problems to be dealt...