Realizing that this world was the “41st Round” of *WOS*, Jung Se-in slowly sank to the ground and started doing planks. Uncle Dan-soo, still not fully grasping the situation, remained silent for a moment. I didn’t interrupt them and simply waited. Jung Se-in’s quiet counting reached my ears. “Nine… ten… eleven…” In the distance, Bang Cheol-soo was chatting away cheerfully...
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