What Can Corsola Do?

Mt. Silver.

In front of a cave.

Shari got off his motorcycle and silently lit a cigarette for himself.

When he was younger, he actually hated smoking. He felt that smoking would only ruin his body and bring no benefit at all.

But at some point, he realized that the burden on his shoulders was growing heavier and the pressure greater, so he voluntarily turned to this thing his seniors called a stress-relief miracle.

And there was no stopping after that.

The heavy responsibilities handed down by his superiors, the lack of understanding and resistance from his subordinates—these were all reasons for Shari to keep smoking one cigarette after another.

It was as though, when the smoke and harmful substances passed through his lungs, the slight excitement in his mind told him that everything happening before him had nothing to do with him.

But smoke would eventually be exhaled, and his mind would eventually calm down.

The great mountain known as reality would crush Shari's body again.

And at that moment, Shari's choice was—

With a cigarette in his mouth and a mountain on his back, he would keep walking.

"Do I need to call you out myself?"

Shari called out loudly, his deep male voice carrying into the cave. Yet instead of watching the cave, his gaze was fixed on the flat rock wall beside it.

But as if he were merely talking to himself, he received no response. The surroundings were utterly silent.

Shari chuckled twice. He did not leave, instead leaning against his motorcycle and continuing to smoke without a word.

When he reached his third cigarette, the flat rock wall beside the cave finally reacted.

Blue light enveloped the rock wall, forming an irregular circle on its surface. Then, like a hidden passage from a martial