Level Four, Dark Night City.
The sky was pitch black, with clouds churning, brewing a storm.
On a highway in the wild outskirts, a carriage raced toward the city ahead.
Inside the spacious carriage,
Lin Da felt terrible.
He had iron shackles on his hands, and his damp clothes clung to his back, with the carriage floor beneath his feet soggy and wet.
Mud and disordered footprints were everywhere, a mess that was frustrating to look at.
The surrounding people, wearing the same gray short sleeves as him, hadn't bathed for a long time and emitted an unpleasant body odor.
Meanwhile, Lin Da and his teammates, probably taken care under the care of the World Tree Goddess, were relatively clean, with Monica smelling of milk as usual right beside him.
In such a gloomy environment, one would long to hug Big Lolita and sleep blissfully in a warm bed.
Lin Da looked around,
their starting point in this plot-driven Mystic Realm was a moving carriage.
