As Cadil and the others were talking.
Directly above the Novice Village where they were.
Deep within clouds that were pure white in color and looked as thick and heavy as piled snow.
An unidentified object, smooth and flat on the surface, covered in strange patterns of flowing fluorescent matter and shaped like a metal disc, lay motionless in hiding.
Even the frigid astral winds around it, powerful enough to slice through gold and jade and grind flesh, blood, metal, and stone into imperceptible dust, could not shake it in the slightest!
Standing atop it was a figure clad in an earthy yellow robe.
He stood straight and upright like a spear planted vertically, and his appearance resembled that of a human male.
The greatest difference was that his ears curved backward, while special strips of fur ran along both sides of his face, as conspicuous as some kind of peculiar pattern.
Thus, distinguishing him from an ordinary human was not difficult; one only needed to take a second look.
Now.
Standing atop his flying magical artifact, he gazed solemnly at the scene within the Novice Village below.
As he watched those mediocre players, their faces clouded with sorrow after being tormented by the game mechanics.
His expression bore obvious contempt.
Yet deep within it, there was also an unmistakable sense of solemnity.
As one of the native inhabitants of the Primordial World who had received enlightenment and learned some information about the future.
He knew very well what kind of potential those fellows below possessed.
Right now.
Those fellows were living especially miserably, starving nine meals out of every three days, and from time to time having to endure a beating from Little Steel Rod to temper their muscles, bones, and skin.
They were also so weak that they