Chapter 367: Eighty-Fourth Floor, The Corpse of the Dead God (1)
Truth be told, this wasn’t the first time the navigator had questioned someone’s sanity.
Just a few months prior—during the submersible crew recruitment—he had shouted something similar at someone who had come to see him.
As a navigator with a well-established reputation, he had naturally been considered a prime candidate. However, he lost his cool as soon as he heard he was supposed to navigate a vessel designed to dive into molten lava.
It sounded ridiculous. He genuinely assumed the person trying to recruit him was a fraud.
Of course, he hadn’t used those exact words back then.
“You are fucking insane.”
He had phrased it more politely this time, thanks to a sliver of unconscious restraint that had stepped in at the last moment.
Anyway, the navigator had been reminded of that memory because what he had felt then and now were starkly different.
The moment he registered what he had just said, he froze. It wasn’t out of regret, but because of one thought.
Is it truly all right to say that?
The man standing before him was a mage. Even Remtal approached him with a measure of caution. Compared to how the navigator had nearly punched the recruiter, the contrast in his response now was undeniable.
Contrary to the navigator’s worry, though, Kwon Su-Hyeok responded with composed indifference, “No. I’m not crazy.”