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Nightmare World.

Human Race.

The Human Clan Kingdom bordered the territories of the Beastmen, Elves, and Undead to the east, west, and north.

As for the southern border, it was the edge of the entire Nightmare World.

Here lay only a vast desolate desert.

If you crossed the desert and kept going, you would see the end of the desert was a void, with a bottomless abyss beneath your feet.

This day.

On the southern border.

Night.

In the barracks.

Two soldiers stealthily climbed over a courtyard wall, landing gently inside the barracks' mess hall.

"Did anyone see you?"

"No, everyone's already asleep."

"Hurry—those bottles of strong liquor are hidden in the second cupboard, the last two bottles. We each take one, drink it, and quickly return to duty."

"What's the rush? I saw the head chef secretly stash a big pack of butter in the bakery!"

The sound of swallowing saliva was heard twice.

Shortly after.

The door of the mess hall quietly opened.

Two figures slipped in.