"Krhaa-"

Thud.

With a sigh, Woo Chae-rin placed her glass down. This was the third time. Instead of adding anything to the conversation, she marked the start of the drinking session by downing shots of soju in rapid succession.

The snack was dried squid. It was about a week past its expiration date, but in this apocalyptic world where society’s infrastructure had collapsed, it could almost be called fresh food.

Although Woo Chae-rin had brought the squid, Gordius was the only one eating it.

Gordius took a sip of soju from the small glass while observing Woo Chae-rin. Perhaps due …