One day, four years later.
Outside Asko Trade Post.
The somewhat weary joint caravan finally arrived here at a slow pace.
A little later than the projected time.
By the time they arrived,
their numbers had already dwindled by roughly a fifth compared with the beginning.
Even though the joint caravan had several members who could be rated at the Upper Demon Level,
they had still been forced to lose some personnel in order to reach this place.
However,
no one said much about it.
Before coming here, they had already known that the Bottomless Abyss was exceedingly dangerous, and Crimson Heaven was even more perilous than the vast majority of Abyss Layers.
Thus, losing and injuring some members was no great matter.
It could only be said that it had long been expected.
They had even estimated in advance how many would die or be wounded...
Whoever died was simply unlucky.
Other than that,
there was nothing to say.
If one was not capable enough, there was nothing to be done about dying.
As he walked along the hard, level road, looking at the enormous metal signs glittering with striking light and the illusory advertisements being projected into the sky above Asko Trade Post, Karlrazen fell silent for a moment.
Faced with his destination so close at hand, he could not help but let out a slight sigh of relief.
Over these four years,
it was not only the others—even he had encountered more than a few dangers.
If not for the fact that the Upper Demon Level still carried some weight in Crimson Heaven,
perhaps he would have died as well.
Yet when he thought of certain opponents he had encountered in this city,
amid his emotions, Karlrazen instinctively felt his blood begin to boil.
That was the