Supporting each other as they walked, the group hadn't gone far before they heard the sound of footsteps.

Another one?!

Were they destined to die here today?

...

Kim Haru hid behind a large tree, observing the group of people not far away.

Upon realizing the source of the noise was human, Kim Haru paused, not intending to reveal himself immediately.

The memory of the so-called teammates from the original Kim Haru's past, who had abandoned him as a sacrificial pawn, was still vivid in Kim Haru's mind.

Even the most clueless person would know by now what could and couldn't be done in such a situation.

Even without the original Kim Haru's experiences, Kim Haru wouldn't have wanted to approach them.

During the time his parents were getting divorced, the behavior of those around him—coming and going with insincere faces—left Kim Haru with a lingering social anxiety.

This was one of the reasons he later became a Webnovel Author.

After all, being a webnovel author meant that he can stay at home all the time, and whether it was his editor or friends, most interactions could be handled online.

That was until Kim Haru overheard their conversation.

These people were in a dire situation, barely able to keep themselves alive, yet they refused to abandon their severely injured teammate.

They were completely different from the scumbag teammates who had left the original Kim Haru to die.

In the end, Kim Haru couldn't bring himself to ignore them.

Sigh.

He guesses he still has some moral upbringing.

Leaving people to die—it'd weigh too heavily on his conscience.

Kim Haru stepped out from behind the large tree.

Kim Haru: "..."

Oh no, his social anxiety flared up.

Kim Haru's social anxiety wasn't extreme, but it was definitely a problem.

His main issue was that, when other people were around, he would avoid talking as much as possible, and if he had to speak, he would keep his words to the bare minimum.

Because of this, many people who interacted with him didn't dare get too close to him, thinking he was too cold and aloof, maybe even arrogant.

Kim Haru noticed the men had turned around to look at him after being drawn by his sudden appearance.

He frowned and quickly averted his gaze.

Don't look at them, don't look at them.

Just pretend they're not there.

"...Follow me," Kim Haru muttered, forcing out two words from his mouth before turning around and walking away.

It was a long while before Kim Haru finally heard the rustling footsteps behind him, indicating they had decided to follow.

Well, that makes sense.

Out here in the wilderness, they'd just finished a tough battle, and now a stranger suddenly appears.

Of course, they'd be cautious.

Kim Haru didn't mind if others were wary of him.

He simply did what he thought was right—offering them a place to rest and seeing if he could help the injured man to recover.

As he led the way without a word, Kim Haru had no idea just how stunned the people behind him were.