It was quiet. Although everyone was gathered in one place, no one spoke. They all blankly stared at the empty space ahead or the ground below. Chi-Woo responded similarly. He tried not to show his nervousness, but his lips kept becoming dry. Their meeting was over, and now all they had to do was find their enemy’s location. They planned to move as soon as their scouts returned with the necessary information. Chi-Woo fidgeted with his hands inside his pockets and unconsciously fumbled with his die. He knew they had no other choice but to fight. 

However, reality was too dreadful for one to be too hopeful. Everyone knew what they were getting into, and their plan had been formulated with the sacrifice of the majority in mind. Even by their most optimistic estimation, their survival rate was at best 30%, and the likelihood of all of them surviving was 0%. Thus, Chi-Woo was in a dilemma. He wondered if he could raise the pathetic odds a little by rolling the die.

‘But what if I rolled the wrong number?’ That could mean death for all of them. During the sacrifice ritual, he realized that the World’s Milestone was a double-edged sword. It wasn’t something that he should use in bad situations, but in good situations instead, where they could afford a little accident. But even though Chi-Woo was aware of this fact, he couldn’t help but ponder. 

‘Our situation is already so dire. I don’t think it even matters if I roll the die.’

‘No, I can’t rely on it.’

 Chi-Woo’s conflicting thoughts warred in his head; it was then he heard a deep voice speak near his ears.

“I like the battlefield. The more difficult the situation is, the more excited I feel. My lower stomach jitters, telling me that I am truly alive.”

Having been deep into his thoughts, Chi-Woo turned to the voice a moment later. Allen Leonard approached the group with a torch and continued, “I know not everyone thinks this way. I bet...