"I want... I want..."
The voice that had just been restored rasped out, and with unsteady steps that almost made one believe it belonged to a drunkard.
"I want... to go home..."
Like a drunkard, the mysterious man reached out toward the distance, seeming to grasp at something. Guided by the moonlight, he started moving southward.
Until this moment, neither the man himself nor anyone else had anticipated the intense changes his actions would bring to this chaotic and obscure world.
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Ping, ping, ping—
The orderly sound of gunfire rang out. Soldiers rose to their feet and stood at attention while the officers shouted for the targets to be retrieved, so they could check the training results. Soldiers with good marks were praised, and the fools who couldn't even hit the edge of the target paper were "re-educated" with the "whip of love."
