By Zephyria 
The commotion finally died down at the sound of that imposing bass.
―I’ll explain the situation.
Listening to Kwon Mi-eon’s calm voice, it didn’t seem like they were in a crisis at all.
―Everyone I haven’t called upon, please keep your mouths shut.
His tone carried a hint of irritation toward the current unfavorable turn of events. Whether the others felt it or not, even the grumbling complaints of the Alliance Members vanished completely.
―The parasitic bombs cause 3-5%p damage every 30 seconds, and 2%p recovery every 30 seconds. GoodLuck attached himself to the core and started repairs as soon as he saw its status… GoodLuck, what is your recovery speed?
―It’s 2%p recovery every 30 seconds~.
―If GoodLuck continues repairing the core without stopping, I don’t know how the probabilities will shake out, but if we’re lucky, we’ll hold out for about 35 minutes; if we’re unlucky, I predict 12 minutes.
It seemed Kwon Mi-eon had calculated the time immediately after confirming the parasitic bombs upon arriving at the core.
‘The quest time we have left is… barely 50 minutes. The core will blow before then, so we absolutely have to find the culprit.’
If the core blew, all buildings in the Alliance Territory would stop functioning, making it highly likely that a mechanic could steal the core, which was very bad news.
―We can’t waste time trying to find the spy here. Therefore, I…
Mo Yeon-hu doubted his ears at Kwon Mi-eon’s next words.
―I recommend suicide.
…What?
‘Suicide?’
He’s telling the Alliance Members to kill themselves right now?
―Huh?
―Alliance Master?
―Pardon?
―Wha?
As expected, the Alliance Members questioned him in bewilderment, but Kwon Mi-eon continued his instructions steadfastly.
―Of course, we’re short on manpower, so don’t all die at once. Attack and defense teams, have two people from each team lure the enemy’s attack or enter their line of sight so they kill you. To save bombs.
…Kwon Mi-eon was even being frugal, suggesting they save the bombs used for suicide.
―Repair and resource teams, group up in twos and use dynamite to commit suicide. Once a dead user respawns and returns, the next suicide follows.
―Are we dying in order?
―Taking turns committing suicide…?
―Yes. Meanwhile, GoodLuck, keep recovering the core, and Jadu, stay at the core and protect GoodLuck.
―…Wow.
―Jadu, GoodLuck? Please move quickly.
―Uh… yes!
―Wow. Yes~ understood.
The Alliance Members, and even Shin Jadu, reacted slightly slowly, seemingly shocked by the order to commit suicide, but no one objected. The Alliance Members were the same.
―First time I’ve ever gone to die.
―I was a bit surprised at first when he told us to commit suicide.
―True…
―But this is probably the best option?
―I guess so. Even if we die in the PvP Zone within the Alliance Territory, I don’t know if it’ll count as a death.
―Nothing we can do.
With no time to spare, they didn’t have the luxury of catching the spy. Therefore, taking turns dying and waiting for the moment the bombs were deactivated was the best bet.
―Anyway, they can’t break 47 with something like this. Now, everyone focus.
―Yes!
―Got it!
―Ah, yes.
Just like that, the atmosphere shifted.
―Ah, bullets are flying like crazy here. Perfect for dying.
―How should I die…
―How are you guys gonna do it? I’m just gonna stick my head out past the outer wall.
―I’m gonna run toward a rocket when it flies in.
―Gotta go in one shot, right?
―I’m worried about that too.
After struggling desperately to survive for every single second, everyone was now contemplating how to die in one go.
The voice channel, which had been in a chaotic uproar over this absurd situation, regained its rationality in an instant and instead took on a cheerful momentum. And the same went for Mo Yeon-hu.
Watching the core’s value drop, Mo Yeon-hu’s hands trembled with tension, but Kwon Mi-eon’s clever move made his worries vanish.
However, Mo Yeon-hu’s expression remained blank.
―Core team, dismiss.
Kwon Mi-eon, who had calculated alone amidst the panicked Alliance Members; Kwon Mi-eon, who grasped the situation faster than anyone.
―Each team, return to your positions.
Kwon Mi-eon, who had finally found the answer.
“…He’s so damn cool.”
He had always felt he was cool, but right now, he looked excessively so. To the point where Mo Yeon-hu could feel his heart, which had been racing from tension, now beating for a different reason.
And so, Mo Yeon-hu murmured softly amidst the chatter of the people, and then his face turned bright red the moment he saw a whisper fly in.
(Whisper) Miu: Hyung-
(Whisper) Miu: Can you say that again?
With so many users chatting in the voice channel, Mo Yeon-hu’s voice shouldn’t have even been audible.
(Whisper) Miu: Am I really cool?
And yet, he had somehow caught that tiny, fragmented voice.
(Whisper) Miu: Did I look cool to Hyung?
(Whisper) Miu: Really?
The cold-hearted Alliance Master of 47, who looked like he wouldn’t be happy at a single compliment while briefing and wouldn’t even know what a giggle was, was now…
(Whisper) Miu: I feel really ♥♥ good lol
(Whisper) Miu: ♥♥ feels so good lol
…bursting into laughter and rejoicing in a series of whispers.
(Whisper) 0momo0: What are you talking about; when did I say that
(Whisper) Miu: ㅠ
Of course, Mo Yeon-hu typed that because he couldn’t be honest, but he immediately succumbed to the ‘ㅠ’ that flew back from Kwon Mi-eon.
(Whisper) 0momo0: I didn’t just say you’re cool
(Whisper) 0momo0: I said you’re f-ing cool ㅡㅡ
He had no choice but to make this childish correction.
(Whisper) Miu: ?
(Whisper) Miu: ???
(Whisper) Miu: Hyung-
(Whisper) Miu: ㅋㅋㅎ-yung
(Whisper) Miu: Hyung
(Whisper) Miu: Hyung
(Whisper) Miu: Can I ph-
(Whisper) Miu: Can I call?
Seeing this, Kwon Mi-eon began to run wild. Not only did he ask if he could call Mo Yeon-hu in the middle of this busyness, but the three characters of Kwon Mi-eon’s name actually appeared on the phone sitting next to the keyboard.
(Whisper) Miu: Pleaseee
(Whisper) Miu: Just 1 minute
(Whisper) Miu: No, 30 seconds
(Whisper) Miu: ……….10 seconds??
Furthermore, since Mo Yeon-hu didn’t answer, Kwon Mi-eon went crazy in the chat window. At the urgently pouring pleas, Mo Yeon-hu’s hand instinctively moved toward the phone. He wanted to talk to Kwon Mi-eon right now. However.
‘…Why is it so embarrassing to answer the phone?’
He was shy. Feeling like he was becoming restless just by answering a single call, Mo Yeon-hu forced his reaching hand back down and replied coyly.
(Whisper) 0momo0: Sorry, but I like men who—distinguish between public and private life
(Whisper) 0momo0: So right now it’s a bit meh lol
As soon as he sent the whisper, the phone that had been ringing frantically stopped abruptly. And there was no further reaction from Kwon Mi-eon. Mo Yeon-hu wondered for a moment if he had gone too far, but…
―Are you still chatting? Hurry up, dismiss to your teams and decide who’s going to die.
In the first place, there was no need to worry about that.
―Is this really the time for everyone to be leisurely shooting the breeze?
Seriously, Kwon Mi-eon.
―We have to distinguish between public and private, right?
I don’t know what to do with this guy!
Mo Yeon-hu almost died trying to hold back the smile spreading across his face.
―Huh? Uh, yes…
―That’s true. No time. Dismiss!
―Di-dismiss~.
The ones who got stung were the Alliance Members who had been exchanging a few more useless words. And Mo Yeon-hu naturally left the voice channel among them.
―Ding!
―Hi, resource team comrades, reunited again.
―Oh boy, indeed.
―Let’s quickly decide the order.
He had joined the resource team’s voice channel to discuss who would die. Mo Yeon-hu tried to focus on the conversation while rubbing his cheeks, which had grown hot for no reason.
―Who among us wants to die?
―Maybe we should check our positions and have the people close to each other die first?
―Hmm. Good.
―Everyone, please check.
“Yes! I’ll check!”
At those words, Mo Yeon-hu immediately opened the GPS map. The Alliance Members, appearing as blue dots, were mostly gathered near the outer wall for attack and defense, but…
‘These must be the resource team.’
Aside from the people returning to their teams from the core, people scattered in odd places caught his eye; anyone could see they were the resource team.
‘So I just need to meet someone close to my position here, right? Anyway, they really are everywhere.’
Since they have to move around here and there to supply resources…
‘…Here and there?’
At that moment, Mo Yeon-hu paused.
‘Resource team.’
The resource team, which transports resources, is everywhere. When ordered to move resources, they must go regardless of the path.
‘They walk.’
Unlike the attack, defense, and repair teams who are busy moving on Mounts. The resource team, who must pull carts, inevitably have to walk.
‘Resource team, scattered, carts, distance…’
A sensation he had felt before. The moment the sense of incongruity he’d been feeling, the feeling of something almost within reach, became clear.
―Does this make sense? How did they know about the lumber mill we just changed and attack it?
―It is hard to understand. How did the cannon angle from the temporary watchtower fit so perfectly? Fuck, are we sure there are no more rats left?
―Are they still using the surveys Opening did?
‘…No way!’
Mo Yeon-hu snapped his head up and quickly entered the communication program. With a grim face, he moved the mouse. After clicking a few times to check, he finally saw what he was looking for.