The rookie, who was once a bright-eyed newcomer, had grown so much that it no longer felt appropriate to call him a rookie. His aura was remarkable. He frowned, and the small scars on his face distorted along with his expression.

“This is a dangerous area, you know. It's a white-out zone. Hunter Jung-bin specifically said not to move around freely…”

“Oh~ I couldn’t help it. I had urgent matters. And what are you doing here?”

“I was on patrol, looking to see if there are any survivors in the area.”

“Survivors? What survivors?”

“Huh? People trapped between the buildings or anyone we might have missed. Why do you ask something like that?”@@novelbin@@

The rookie scratched his head, something felt off. Searching for survivors in this wasteland, within a restricted zone. The rookie seemed more experienced than Uijae recalled. Uijae blinked. Even with his heightened perception as a tracker, the rookie didn’t appear in his field of vision. He was present, but it was as if he didn’t exist.

No way.

Uijae quickly turned to look at Sa-young. Feeling his gaze, Sa-young glanced at Uijae and nodded. The rookie scratched his cheek and spoke again.

“Anyway, I’ll be sure to report that you were here. It’s my duty, after all.”

“Oh? Sure, go ahead. But… where’s the way out of here again?”

“Huh? Way out? This isn’t a dungeon, where would a way out be?”

Honeybee’s hand, which had been brushing her hair, suddenly froze. The rookie looked at her with concern.

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