I resumed my arduous march as I had been doing for a while.


    I passed several cities simr to the ruins I had first encountered, and I crossed mountains and rivers.


    - Heuheu… Hooo…


    However, as time passed equally, it became twice as hard.


    I shook my head and closed my eyes.


    A cold sweat flowed down my eyelids. My lips were as dry as if I had fallen into the desert, and my breathing became rapid.


    The other side functions like a dungeon. It givespensation to the monsters it has created, and oppression to the intruders.


    I am clearly an intruder.


    ‘The oppression is stronger than I imagined… I can’t stay there for too long.’


    The observations I was trying to spread out were crumpled. The observations that I had been able to expand and close freely as I gradually became more skilled were now unfree.


    The same goes for space.


    In particr, spatial perception, which I am not proud of as much as other skills, is difficult to keep operating.


    Therefore, I only exercise observation asionally, and invest all my remaining mental power in space.


    ‘I did well to train my senses. I can close observation and conserve as much mental power as possible.’


    While I close observation, I be blind (quasi-blind), but if I sharpen my senses, I can fight to some extent.


    Should I call it a kind of power-saving mode?


    Of course, I am moving forward while conserving mental power as much as possible, but that is also a bit difficult.


    However, I could not back down here.


    I had thought that before entering the back side, but after entering, my determination became even stronger.


    ‘How many of these are there?’


    The only living things I have encountered so far are countless monsters.


    They are generally born with high ranks, and their momentum is quite fierce due to thepensation of the back side.


    The low-ranking monsters were boiling like bugs, but there were also high-ranking monsters that fought and fought among themselves, dividing the territory.@@novelbin@@


    You could even encounter a rare 4th-ranking monster.


    ‘Of course, this must be detonated from the inside.’


    It felt like a jar full of poisonous bugs, but there was one space simr to this.


    The Demon Realm.


    A piece ofnd that humans had lost. The owners of thatnd were not humans, but countless monsters.


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