Ten minutes passed...
Half an hour passed...
Soon, even the one-hour return time Yano had estimated had come and gone.
The hunters all kept their heads raised, but the sky was so clear that not even a single cloud could be seen. As for the drone... there was not even a trace of it.
The hunters were clearly beginning to grow anxious and restless.
At that very moment, a third green Signal Flare appeared in the sky.
At last, one hunter could not hold back any longer. "I have a feeling that if we keep waiting like this, nothing will come of it."
"Look at where the Signal Flares are. Those hunters have probably already reached the entrance to the research institute ruins," another hunter chimed in.
"Thinking back on it now, maybe following them was the right choice." The hunter who had spoken first cautiously glanced at Sun Hang. Seeing no reaction from him, he continued, "So many of the people who stayed behind died, and we lost ninety percent of our supplies. Now we're stuck between a rock and a hard place... Meanwhile, they not only lost no one and nothing, but reached their destination without a hitch..."
"The people who played it safe got wiped out, and now we have to worry about going hungry." Another hunter began complaining as well. "Those people we thought were being reckless at first didn't encounter any danger at all, and they can even get the highest trial scores... Tch, it really doesn't sit right with me."
"Fuck, now that you mention it, I'm starting to wonder whether those Anglo-Saxons knew about the Eight-Headed Serpent beforehand! Is that why they rushed into the forest so desperately?" A bearded hunter slapped his thigh hard. "They wanted us dead!"
"Probably not. Withholding intelligence