They heard they would still have to stay in the village.
The travelers exploded into an uproar.
But the road down the mountain had already been destroyed, and it was still raining heavily. No one could say when it would be cleared.
They could only accept reality helplessly.
"I'm numb."
"My company sent me on a business trip this time, and I almost ended up in the underworld."
Someone said gloomily.
"Who can say otherwise?"
"I found a job at a company that asked me to go to Capital City for an interview. And look how that turned out—I almost lost my life."
A young man sighed.
"We've already gotten off lightly."
"At least we're among the lucky ones. We only almost died."
"Didn't we survive?"
Someone comforted them.
"But my wife died!" A burly man beside them suddenly began to cry. "We've been working odd jobs everywhere and managed to save some money. We were planning to go to Capital City and open a restaurant selling Hulatang..."
"Ah."
He was not the only one who had lost a relative or friend. After all, not everyone had traveled alone.
Now everyone was gloomy and sorrowful.
"Tell me."
"Does this world still have a future?"
Someone asked.
"Hard to say."
The young man who had spoken first said, "Actually, a few days ago, I saw some reports on foreign websites. I didn't take them seriously at the time. I thought they were AI spoofs."
"Now that I think about it, ghosts and monsters haven't just appeared in the past day or two."
"They just hadn't erupted before."
"Everyone was unaware."
"Exactly. Look, even Superpower Users have appeared..." someone said quietly.
"Handsome guy."
"What reports did you see on foreign websites?"
"Can you tell us about them?"
At that moment.
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