Although the crimson-haired man was strong, fighting one battle after another was starting to take a toll on his body.
From the overuse of mana, his face had started to turn red like the color of blood. Witnessing the condition of his own body, the man had a not-so-good realization.
The fight can't go on. If I have to fight another monster similar to my last opponent, that would be the dead end for me.
With these thoughts in mind, his eyes turned toward the mysterious entrance in the distance. Only if he was able to go inside would his options not be so limited.
Noting there was still some time before the next monster would arrive, he decided to rest and recover some of his mana.
With him sitting cross-legged, the surroundings fell into silence.
However, the next moment, a frown appeared on the crimson-haired man's face.
He noticed two mana signatures moving closer in his direction—one small like a firefly, while the other shone like a bright sun.
A second sequence goblin?
