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The illusory figure gradually faded away, and with a summoning from the mage in the sky, John and the others were thrust into a realm of deception.
As he opened his eyes, John found himself on a mist-laden continent, unable to see beyond the dense white fog that surrounded him. Just as he was grappling with his confusion, a voice echoed in his ears.
"Welcome to the battlefield of Kingdom Chaos. The next group battle is Free-For-All Twelve Kingdoms. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers will engage in slaughter across this land. After three months, the nation with the highest number of survivors will be declared the victor. Beware of roaming wild monsters in the secret realms; be cautious of their attacks."
Still reeling from the impact of the mysterious words that had just resonated in his mind, John suddenly noticed that the suffocating fog around him was slowly dissipating. As his vision began to clear, he was astonished to find himself surrounded by soldiers clad in foreign armor!
Faced with this sudden turn of events, John hesitated not for a moment. With lightning speed, he drew his gleaming blade from his waist and lunged at the unfamiliar figures without hesitation. In an instant, slaughter and bloodshed became the dominant hues of this space.
The foreign soldiers were clearly caught off guard by John's ambush. They scrambled to raise their weapons in defense, but against John's fierce and relentless assault, their efforts seemed utterly futile. Desperate attempts to block and cries of despair marked their final struggles as blood sprayed like a fountain, staining the ground beneath them.
As the last enemy fell into a pool of blood, John halted his swinging blade. He gasped for breath, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping onto the blood-soaked earth below. However, there was no time for rest or relief; he quickly bent down to wipe the blood off his blade with his sleeve. Then he lifted his head to survey his surroundings.
Surrounded by towering mountains that rose steeply into the sky, John realized he was in an open area at the heart of Tunlin. The landscape was dominated by vast forests that stretched endlessly before him.
He tilted his head back to gaze at the sky and was taken aback by what he saw—multiple radiant suns hung above, generously casting their scorching light upon the land. There was no doubt; this place was far from the continent he knew.
Recalling the words of that mysterious voice: he would have to remain here for three months. John understood that to survive in this perilous unknown, he must make full use of every resource available. With renewed determination, he began gathering provisions—dried rations, water pouches, and various useful items from the fallen soldiers around him. He knew these supplies would be invaluable for his survival in the long days ahead.
Just as John busied himself collecting items, a faint rustling sound emerged from Tunlin. His nerves instantly tightened; he dropped what he was holding and assumed a vigilant combat stance. Cautiously turning his body, he scanned his surroundings for a safe and suitable hiding spot.
Rustle, rustle.
When he saw monsters emerging from Tunlin, John's tension eased; it turned out to be just a group of Goblins.
What a pity! Times have changed; if this were before, I would have feared you. Now? Ha!
With no hesitation whatsoever, John charged forward with his blade drawn. He was an Epic warrior; taking down one little Goblin with each swing was effortless.
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