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49 – Third Floor, Coordinate Dungeon.

Island 2 is larger than Island 1.

However, there wasn’t much difference in circling around it.

What would take 10 minutes, would take 20 minutes.

It didn’t require much time.

‘It must be over there.’

The dungeon was quickly found.

A temple that was alien at first glance.

It naturally caught the eye because it was a place that didn’t match the island at all.

The problem was the force occupying the temple.

‘Are they the same team as the people mining the magic stones earlier?’

If the ship is large, it makes sense even if there are many crew members.

My raft can only hold three, but a warship could carry hundreds.

‘It doesn’t seem to be that much…’

There wouldn’t be any players with the technology to manufacture a warship from scratch.

At best, it would be a galley or something.

‘The one that moves by rowing.’

Is it a structure that attaches a magic stone motor to the rear to increase speed?

Questions followed after the galley, but I didn’t think deeply about it.

‘One, two, three…’

The number of opponents was dozens.

It was a number that could be counted with all fingers and toes.

Exactly twelve.

They had set up a camp in front of the temple and were stationed there.

Although I didn’t hear any explanation from the opponent, it was easy to tell that they were guarding the temple.

What should I do?

‘Are they the same team as the people earlier?’

What are the chances that different teams are staying on this small island, operating with different purposes?

I can’t be sure it’s zero, but it doesn’t seem very high.

‘I need to be careful.’

I descended from the hill and headed towards the temple.

One of the guards who had been loitering nearby spotted me and approached.

A white man with brown hair.

At first glance, he looked like a middle-earth person.

“…A face I’ve never seen before.”

“I landed on this island today.”

“Today?”

“I made a raft and crossed the sea.”

I brazenly pretended to be a martial artist.

Since I hadn’t washed since yesterday, I figured I might be able to pass as one.

Even the orcs and half-beasts didn’t seem to notice.

In fact, the man didn’t suspect me.

“Ah, just now from number one?”

His expression relaxed.

There was a subtle sense of pride.

‘Like a second-year senior welcoming a junior who knows nothing about the sports club.’

Realizing I wasn’t a competitor, his reaction changed.

That change was amusing.

‘…People like this become incredibly ugly when they become competitors.’

I had seen it before.

When we had to compete for a representative position, I saw the true colors of a senior I thought was kind.

‘If the number of teams that can enter Treasure Island ten times per season is limited…’

He could become an enemy at any moment.

I thought this might be a more important point than I initially realized.

The information I got from the half-beast earlier was helpful.

A race.

Whoever reaches Treasure Island ten times first.

If you arrive late, you have to wait for the next chance.

Players who want to go up to the fourth floor wouldn’t welcome that wait.

‘Especially in an environment like this…’

Island number two is bigger than island number one.

Is Island 3 bigger than Island 2?

If the environmental factors don’t improve, what state will the islands where other teams are staying be in?

The chances are very high that it won’t be good.

‘A year on an island like this…?’

Horrible.

I don’t want to imagine it.

I haven’t been to the military, but it would be an equally unpleasant experience.

“I want to get the coordinates.”

At first, a rather polite tone.

No need to be confrontational.

“You’ll have to wait a bit. We’re using this temple.”

The man said with a sly smile.

“We’ll probably stay for about a week longer.”

“…A week?”

“We need to get ‘The Chronicles of the Pirate King’ besides the coordinates.”

The condition to enter Treasure Island 10 was not just one.

‘…Was the magic stone a physical obstacle?’

Breaking through the violent currents.

A magic stone is needed in this process.

It wasn’t over just because you broke through the blocking currents.

Proof.

You had to meet the qualifications on Treasure Island.

The man continued.

“Going back to Island 1 to repair the raft isn’t a bad option. Big and sturdy. You can keep getting wood on Island 1.”

“…Keep?”

“Resources keep appearing on all islands. Periodically. Island 2 has magic stones. The coordinate dungeons on each island are the same.”

“……”

“Or you can wait for other players. Companions are important on the third floor.”

The man chattered away.

Does he like to share information?

“Did you meet your team members on Island No. 1?”

“Just one or two. The rest joined during the voyage.”

I learned a lot while talking to the man.

‘…Can we go up as a team?’

The concept of a group.

In this case, it’s better to actively form a team.

No matter how strong you are, it’s impossible to handle all roles outside of combat.

So-called division of labor.

“Franco.”

Someone approached and called the man.

The man’s name was Franco.

“Who is this person?”

A black man.

The language was somewhat familiar.

English.

It took me two seconds to realize he was speaking English.

Blanco tried to introduce me but tilted his head in confusion.

It was only then that we realized we had been talking without knowing each other’s names.

“This is a player who just crossed over… Name is…?”

“I am called Cheolin.”

“…Cheolin?”

Thanks to my shabby appearance, the foundation for my martial artist cosplay was set.

Unlike before, I deliberately fabricated my identity.

‘A name as strange as my appearance seems to be a problem too.’

It wasn’t the name that got me caught by Yuki, but still.

I thought just mimicking the speech wasn’t enough.

To deceive the opponent, I had to thoroughly act like a martial artist.

‘Come to think of it, the name Oruin is far from a martial artist.’

If the name of the man who introduced himself as a Middle-earth person was a pun that would only be used in the West?

What would the listener think?

‘…They will be suspicious.’

It was rumored that Earthlings were pretending to be Middle-earth people or martial artists.

If the name gives off an Earthling vibe, everyone will be suspicious first.

The moment you get caught, the relationship is ruined.

Since the relationship started with a lie, it’s impossible to end it well.

‘Either don’t get caught at all or start by revealing you’re an Earthling.’

The latter is not an option.

Having seen only rough situations so far, it’s better to hide my identity for the sake of the other person.

“Your name is Cheolin?”

The black man chuckled.

He looked me up and down as if it was absurd that such a name could exist.

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‘He doesn’t look particularly strong.’

Confidence surged.

I spoke boldly instead.

“My mother gave me this name. It means to be a person as valuable as expensive iron.”

I took a very brief breath and raised my voice.

“Are you disregarding my mother’s feelings right now?”

Brazen.

Martial artists, when they feel disrespected, get angry first.

I shook my shoulders as if I would draw my sword at any moment.

The preemptive strike, the preemptive threat.

The more I act like a martial artist, the more effective it is.

“Both of you, calm down.”

Blanco patted the black man’s shoulder and stopped him.

“Why are you trying to fight when you just met today? What’s the good in swinging swords at each other?”

Listening quietly to Blanco’s words, I glanced at the black man’s expression.

It didn’t seem like he really wanted to fight.

He was just suspicious of my identity.

Blanco continued to speak.

It was mediation.

“Cheolin. You have to understand. This friend got hit on the back of the head by an Earthling on the second floor. He freaks out when he hears the word ‘Earthling’.”

Both of them seemed to have been completely fooled by my realistic acting.

It was worth getting caught by Yuki and checking my acting skills.

“…I thought you were an Earthling. I’m sorry.”

The black man bowed his head slightly.

A black man apologizing, it was a refreshing scene.

“I understand.”

I accepted the apology heartily.

‘A martial artist is clear about grudges and favors.’

If someone apologizes, you have to accept it.

That’s what a martial artist does.

“I almost died because of an Earthling too. So I can understand.”

“Is that so?”

The black man’s attitude softened slightly.

Building a sense of camaraderie.

When trying to get close to someone you’ve just met, there’s no more effective means than talking behind someone’s back.

I appropriately badmouthed the Earthlings.

Then Brian, the black man’s tone changed.

The blatant wariness he had shown me peeled away a layer.

“Never trust an Earthling. They’re absolute b*stards.”

Brian had a deep-seated hatred for Earthlings.

It was honestly absurd to see someone who looked like an Earthling hating Earthlings.

“…Aren’t you an Earthling?”

“Mr. Cheolin, it may not look like it, but I’m also a psychic.”

It wasn’t obvious on the surface.

Which meant his psychic abilities weren’t that great.

Brian floated the dagger he was holding in mid-air.

“Telekinesis.”

“Only third grade, though.”

Brian’s psychic ability was third grade.

‘A 4th-grade super-regeneration would be 30 vitality in 3 seconds, right?’

By Earth standards, that’s an incredible figure.

A whopping 30%.

But by the standards of other races, it feels a bit lacking.

Frankly, the stamina stats of a top-tier warrior are around 30.

If you convert that to vitality, it’s 300.

‘30 recovery in 3 seconds? Honestly, it’s a bit stingy.’

But even that shabby superpower was better than nothing.

The existence of superpowers is a possibility, and the stats could be high.

“You mean you can’t let me into the temple?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Iron Man, but we’re in a hurry too, so we can’t help it.”

“Hmm….”

At that moment, I heard something explode.

Boom-!

The sound of a bomb from the direction of the coast.

Brian spoke in a trembling voice.

“It’s, it’s shelling.”

“Brian. Quickly go into the dungeon and inform the captain.”

Blanco ran towards the coast without a moment’s hesitation.

It was as if it wasn’t the first time he had experienced this.

I stared blankly at the backs of the two people scattering, then headed towards the coast.

Boom! Bang-!

I couldn’t understand the sudden shelling.