Chapter 54: Considered Too Much for Farming Game Players

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At nightfall, fragmented moonlight.

The village of the Mad Wise Ones.

Renzo had already changed into a set of well-fitting clothes that Lind had brought for him, sitting quietly on the rooftop.

He said nothing, just silently watched the group of oddities moving back and forth below.

Anyone with even a shred of sense would know that the night does not belong to rational creatures.

Calamity, mutated freaks, the Mad Wise Ones… It's their world.

Yet these people seemed completely heedless, tirelessly moving about like the insane.

A mist would roll in from the west every night, the cold wind making Renzo's body tremble slightly and also reminding him of the moment he was separated from his loved ones by death.

"The night, brings death."

"The mist, is lethal."

"The sun, left only warmthless brightness."

"We no longer have gods to pray to…"