‘Well then…’

The air was thick with the sharp scent of rust and oil. The ground beneath his cheek was cold, and it vibrated rhythmically. Uijae listened carefully. The hum of an engine and the sound of exhaust reached his ears. Was it a truck hauling a container? Considering the state of the roads, using a freight truck made sense. As Uijae assessed his surroundings, he heard Mijin’s irritated voice.

“Wait a second. I told you not to throw them in so roughly. What if something breaks? Cleaning out the container would be a pain…”

"……."

“Ah… whatever, there’s no point talking to an idiot. It’s like speaking to a wall…”

“Brother.”

Another voice interrupted—it was the man who had guided Uijae around the tent earlier.

“Where should I put this one?”

*Thud, thud*, Yun Gaeul was struggling again, her body slamming against something. Mijin responded nonchalantly.@@novelbin@@

“Didn’t you lock the container?”

“We can reopen it. There’s no room in the passenger seat.”

“Check the one you threw in earlier. If he’s dead, make space and put her up front. If she loses her mind sitting next to a corpse, then what?”

“He seemed like an Awakener. His skull didn’t crack from the hit, so even if his rank is low…”

“Really? Well, he’s probably not dead then… Awakeners tend to be unnecessarily tough. Put him in the container, but don’t throw him this time.”

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