After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Dane, an S-rank adventurer in the Adventurers' Guild, has a secret he cannot tell anyone.

Walking down the street, when people with the same secrets meet, they can almost immediately recognize each other.

Deep within each other's eyes lay a silence born of a chaotic unease.

Ignorance is a kind of luck, and they witnessed the deaths of some people...

If even death can be branded as false, what in the world can be called real?

Dane also chose to remain silent. He rushed back to the capital city in a hurry and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that there had been a delay in the intelligence and the capital city had successfully overcome the crisis.

Until he learned that Annie and Nicole had escaped during the chaos.

Two young women, deliberately masked, carrying weapons such as bows and arrows, one of whom had lost an arm. All clues pointed to the two nuns he encountered on his journey, and it was from them that Dane obtained information about the outbreak of the curse.

If Dane had previously sought the King's help on behalf of Medivh and warned of the undead army's invasion of the Central District, the Royal City could have remained indifferent for some unknown reason.

The entire power center, completely unconcerned about the escape of the cursed incarnation, was practically at a standstill.

As a newly appointed powerful figure, Claude, the president of the Adventurers' Guild, has endless meetings every day, but their topics are never related to the three most crucial pieces of intelligence in Dane's hands.

Dane also met Lucas, the young man who saved the world while attending school and defeating the cursed incarnation, but Dane still had a slight doubt that Lucas could withstand his axe blow.

What a load of bullshit! The World Tree Academy Monster Squad, even with the combined talents of seven or eight of them, can't match a hero. At least when Thorne is at full strength, his power far surpasses most A-rank adventurers.

With a mix of thoughts weighing on his mind, Dane had no appetite for drinking, let alone planning his retirement. Especially after noticing Claude's increasingly practiced aristocratic smile, Dane didn't want to stay at the Adventurers' Guild for even a second longer.

Everything became unfamiliar. Dane, having issued an adventure quest in his own name, assembled a powerful team to head south and rescue Mr. Medivh.

Then, on the eve of his departure, the arrival of several soldiers revealed the hidden truth to him...

Connecting all the inconsistencies, Dane has a secret he cannot tell anyone.

The silent ones gradually gathered together.

Leaving the main street and arriving at a tavern in a secluded alley, Dane silently sat down at the bar, nodded to the bartender, and accepted a glass of ale.

The drunkards then began to chat.

"I heard there's a cloud of fog drifting north, hiding murderous monsters inside. It's said that many places it passes through are littered with bones, and a giant fly's corpse was even found at the entrance to a dungeon. Hahaha, maybe it's a battle between monsters and demons."

After saying that, the drunkard glanced at Dane and continued, "That fog didn't pass through the royal city. It's currently northeast of the royal city, and it looks like it's heading towards the northern territory."

Having obtained the information he wanted, Dane slammed down two silver coins, downed the ale in his cup in one gulp, and strode out the door.

Behind them came laughter and banter, but the passing civilians avoided them like the plague. The more these people with uneasy eyes laughed, the more terrifying their expressions became.

Dane's adventurer party set off south on a journey to find Medivh.

The kingdom seemed to have become a giant clock that had stopped, and in order to thwart the conspiracy lurking in the shadows, they needed the return of this great magician.

The paralyzed royal city made no response to the strange fog, but other forces within the kingdom had already begun to take action.

The eastern part of the central district had been scarred with blood, and the familiar smell of blood and decay attracted the attention of Luna's personal guards.

In early March, after paying the price of dozens of lives, an urgent order was finally issued from the hands of the guards. Accompanying the messenger into Green Canyon was an old friend of Teemo's.

Meanwhile, Oswald, who was once again stationed at the Kuogu City camp, found himself in a happy predicament.

The Second Abbess is so showy, and Luna's personal guards are so showy!

These guys, who had made a fortune, mingled together and traveled all the way from the Eastern Territory back to Ice City, traversing several regions of the Northern Territory, buying wherever they went.

They were so wealthy that they could buy up all the food and drink in an entire medium-sized city and the surrounding area, and they were so extravagant that they never haggled over prices.

It should be stated in advance that the Northern Army has extremely strict military regulations, which strictly prohibit looting without permission and forbid soldiers from privately dividing the spoils.

However, the southern territory was too wealthy, and in order to seize more wealth, Luna also took the blame for a lot of things...

After handing over every penny of their spoils, the soldiers still received a considerable amount of money proportionally, earning them the reputation of nouveau riche in the northern territory.

Thus, during the crucial spring planting season in the northern territories, countless young men flooded into Kuogu City, destroying the conscription system in the military camp.

To save time and not delay farming, Oswald could only use the simplest and most direct method: to conduct cavalry training.

The rules were simple: only those who could ride horses, had a talent for riding, were physically strong, and could grit their teeth and endure cavalry training could stay. Even if they didn't become cavalrymen, they would be given priority to be incorporated into the infantry.

Instructor Oswald, banging a broken gong, dressed in military uniform and boots, and holding a riding crop, is back online.

The first three thousand young men to undergo the assessment happily arrived at the military camp, enjoyed a big meal, and went to sleep, unaware that their nightmare was about to begin.

The veteran cavalrymen, who had been training for years, packed up all their belongings in silence, and even slept with one eye open.

Sure enough, at four o'clock in the morning, the clanging of gongs rang out precisely on time, and hundreds of messengers burst in, waking the young men and issuing brief and powerful orders.

"Everyone, don your armor! Assemble in the square in twenty minutes to prepare for a six-kilometer weighted run!"

The chaotic day began with the inability to put on armor. This was the first time Oswald had ever heard such a commotion, comparable to a riot, since he took command of the army.

Twenty minutes later, Oswald cracked his whip, tearing the air with a loud bang. The veterans on guard duty in the square immediately used their rifles to set up a cordon, preventing the ineligible young men from entering the square.

A simple test eliminated more than 400 people.

The young men standing straight in the square with the veterans were still shaken, their bodies pressed against the armor weighing about 25 pounds, cold and hot sweat pouring down their faces.

Looking at the stage again, the Duke of Oswald, exuding an aura of majesty, was nowhere to be seen in his usual affable manner. With a deafening roar, their first test officially began.

"Everyone, run forward! Anyone who takes a break is immediately eliminated!"