They say wise people foresee the future.


    Before the war, I predicted the fall of civilization and took decisive action to build a bunker. I might not be a sage, but I’d say that puts me in the category of somewhat wise.


    Now, with the Legion faction controlling the capital region and Kim Daram reestablished as a contact, I had to predict what would come next.


    One possibility stood out.


    Kim Daram wouldn’t kill me outright.


    Instead, she’d throw me into monster-hunting operations.


    She knew my skill level better than anyone—so she’d make sure I got the hardest, most dangerous jobs.


    I hadn’t left Gukwiwon and buried myself in debt to carve out my own territory just to die like some disposable pawn under Kim Daram’s command.


    For the past few days, I had been thinking about how to smoothly refuse her demands.


    And Kim Daram, of all people, knew I’d never believe in some insane cult preaching that “monsters are our friends.”


    So that was out.


    PTSD? Panic disorder? I considered them.


    But even if I put on an Oscar-worthy performance, I doubted I could fool Kim Daram.


    I scanned the items in my bunker.


    Blackout sheets covering the windows, a coffee maker, an artificial fish tank, and goldfish.


    A printed-out meme of IamJesus and Chairman Je Pung-ho, stuck to the wall.


    A cartoonish portrait of myself, drawn by Da-jeong.


    All of these were proof that I had survived the war.


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