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This is a story of a forsaken boy born in the dark side of the world.

Threading in the darkness, the boy soon adapted to it.

Now, with the power of darkness in his grasp, he set out to find the light.

God of Adaptation

Thu–ku-dug! Thu–ku-dug! Thu–ku-dug!

The sound of galloping horses could be heard amidst the whistling of the wind.

Presently, Regis, Pandora, Killian, and Aurelia were each riding a horse on their way to Bakurad Fortress, the final destination of their current adventure.

They had just left Delimoro City after procuring travelling horses that were specifically bred for long-distance travels.

"If nothing goes wrong, then we'll be able to reach Bakurad Fortress in 2 months."

Regis spoke out loud as he glanced at the sun that was already starting to set, coloring the sky in a beautiful crimson hue.

"Affirmative, Boss. Just tell us if you sense something." Killian was the first to reply.

Meanwhile, Aurelia caressed her stomach, "Ugh, I'm hungry already. I think it'll be fine for us to rest more on the way since we already saved a lot of time because of what happened in Vistruk Swamp."

"Why are you always hungry? Are you pregnant?"

Looking into the Past