The Ghost of Rosenheim

Three days.

It had been three days since the Republic Army surrounded Rosenheim and launched an all-out assault. The fact that Christmas Eve had finally arrived only made our miserable situation even more wretched.

"Cough, cough…."

I hacked out a dry cough and leaned my back against the wall. When I blew my nose, blood clots came pouring out in clumps. They were mixed with a great deal of black ash.

'Material Conversion.'

[The skill 'Material Conversion (Lv.2)' is activated.]

I swallowed back the stomach acid rising into my throat. The broken paving stone beneath my palm vibrated, then transformed into a bundle of cold 7.92mm rounds. Thanks to leveling up [Material Conversion], I could at least hold out.

Ding.

[The skill 'Iron Will' disregards physical pain.]

Ding...