It wasn't a single room.
Rather, several Shadow Guard reserves lived together.
"Number Thirty-Eight, where are you from?"
Inside the room where Luo Ze was.
A youth in black clothing, who looked somewhat frail but whose body emitted faint whiffs of blood, was half-lying on his own wooden bed.
He tilted his head and asked in a low voice to the seemingly ordinary kid beside him who had managed to survive until now.
Indeed, in the eyes of Number Thirty-Nine.
Number Thirty-Eight, who was neither tall nor particularly robust in build, was a pure child.
In the outside world, normally.
Kids of this age would often be frolicking and playing with their little friends.
But here.
No matter how young you are.
You must take part in the Shadow Guard selection.
Your life belongs to the Luo Family.
To be precise, to the Ancestor of the Luo Family.
All those who appear here have died once before.
