We Have Moral Integrity
“Are you afraid?”
Standing at the fire escape staircase, Roddy stood facing Han Bi. Both of them were holding onto a cigarette in their hands. Roddy looked at Han Bi as he asked in a serious tone.
Han Bi thought about it, then raised the cigarette in his hand. “Truth be told, I don’t smoke.”
“That means, you are afraid?”
“En,” Han Bi nodded. “From the moment I received the prompt stating that I have been selected by the instance dungeon, I have been unable to feel relaxed at all.” Han Bi vigorously took a drag from the cigarette. “So, I thought, if I am to die, I would like to know how smoking a cigarette feels like before dying.”
“And?”
Han Bi smiled bitterly. “It smells terrible.” He stubbed the cigarette and looked at Roddy. “Hey, I hear that after an Awakened one like me dies, I will be refreshed by the system and returned to a normal person. Then…”