You Didn’t Tell Me the Start of My Transmigration Was a Gate - Chapter 15

The Castle that Doesn’t Collapse (1)

As he faced the main door of the indoor sports stadium, the middle-aged man rapped rhythmically on the door. Tap, tap-tap, tap tap tap. Clunking noises could be heard from behind the door, and it opened soon after.

“You’re back, Uncle Soo-Yil. Wow, we’ll be able to have meat today…”

The gatekeeper stopped his sentence mid-way and stared at us with a spear made out of sharpened stones in his hand. He then nodded after a while, as if he knew what was going on.

“New survivors, eh?”

“Yeah. Where is Mr. Woo-Do?”

“He should be inside.”

Choi Woo-Do. The name sounded familiar. I recalled helping him out back when I stayed at the indoor sports stadium. Back then, I was busy using my unique skill to wander around outside, and was nonchalant about the people who remained in the stadium.

As we followed the man into the stadium, everyone we crossed paths with greeted him. He even exchanged friendly words with the brave twins who brought the furry bug’s corpse back in.

It might look exhausting, but the situation did not look hopeless. The place seemed to provide shelter for fifty people right now, and it was impressive that they were divided into different zones, being distributed food, and with their own roles to play.

There were quite a few armed awakeners who observed us in silence, and occasionally saw children playing house. It was a sight rarely witnessed within a gate.

“There’s no need for everyone to go in. Just one or two representatives will do.”

At his words, Kwon Min-Sung asked the exhausted group to take a seat and rest up. As all of them had walked long distances with the heavy bags, everyone sat down with a heavy thud.

“Seo-Ha and I will head in first then.”

There was no objection since everyone looked exhausted and just wanted to rest as soon as possible.

Kwon Min-Sung entered the tent, looking nervous.

An ambiguous scent filled the air. Though I had spent only a short period in this sports stadium, this was where I had trained to improve my combat skills. It was also Choi Woo-Do who taught me so well.

It was not a privilege of his to live in this tent that could fit ten people in it. It was because this tent was the very same one where around ten people huddled together to come up with strategies on where to scout and protect, very much like a room for strategic meetings.

“Come over here… It has been tough on you.”

He greeted us with a deep voice that was mixed with a slight metallic sound. Kwon Min-Sung was slightly taken aback. Of course, he would. Choi Woo-Do was, in fact, an old man with somewhat greyed hair.

“I’m Kwon Min-Sung.”

“I’m Choi Woo-Do.”

He gestured for us to take our seats.

“You guys are really young. How many young survivors are there?”

“Not many. They are mostly middle-aged and up.”

“It must have been quite rough for you on the way…”

In South Korea, it was natural for the seniors to take on the leader’s role to lead others. There had been exceptions, however, and one of them was in life-threatening situations such as this.

Of course, the youngsters might not be as bright in judgment, but they are better in terms of strength. In this modern society where age and wisdom, though it might not have always been proportionate, they were somewhat co-related. There was only one case where the group leader, which was made up of mostly middle-aged and elderly, was a young man.

That would be when strength was more important than wisdom.

It was not wrong to say that since, in fact, people with greater power had always led such groups. Choi Woo-Do had shown it from his heretical appearance.

“You must have seen the current situation since you came in with Park Soo-Yil. We currently lack considerably in terms of supplies. We may have survived somehow, but the furry bugs haven’t been appearing around in this area as much now, and we were getting quite worried. But hearing that you came from the mart, you must have brought quite a bit of supplies with you. I’m very grateful…”