As soon as the news broke out, there was a chorus of wailing within the legion.
Leonard Churchill knew this was his opportunity, so when those guys in the Vanguard Team rigged the draw, he didn't take it seriously at all.
He became the "unlucky bastard" without raising any suspicions, very naturally.
...
That day.
Outside the gate to the Alternate Dimension.
Leonard Churchill stood among a group of soldiers with furrowed brows and gloomy faces, lining up to enter the space.
These guys were all like him, chosen as the "unlucky bastards."
The one leading was "Poison Hand" Billy.
This guy was a centurion, with considerable strength.
Normally officers wouldn't need to participate in such explorations, but this time he was chosen.
He cursed and swore all the way.
"Damn it! If you want to survive after you get in there, just follow the orders and don't fucking get me killed!"
"Pay attention to the intelligence, don't cause any trouble."
