Graveyard—or rather, it could no longer be called a Graveyard.
After Bai Zhi and the Jar Merchant were sent out, all they could see was a vast expanse of pitted ground.
The Tide formed by those Monsters had vanished without a trace. The patterns in the sky had grown increasingly crimson, and even the enormous Cleaner that had originally been here had disappeared as well.
An extremely oppressive atmosphere hung in the air. The entire world was terrifyingly silent.
"Why bother? Everything you have done has ultimately been futile. What can that sliver of possibility possibly accomplish?"
Raising his head to glance toward the horizon, the Jar Merchant let out a soft sigh.
"There was clearly no hope left, yet you insisted on throwing yourself into despair. You risked your life for a world with no hope of survival, all for that tiny, insignificant chance. Was it worth it?"
"What do you mean?"
Bai Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly and turned to look at him.
"Hasn't everything already been completed? The process was a little convoluted, but I think this should be a good ending."
"There is no need for this kind of probing between smart people. Since you fulfilled our agreement, I can tell you whatever you want to know."
After glancing at him, the Jar Merchant pulled a wicker chair out from behind him and sat down. Immediately afterward, a small square table and another wicker chair slowly appeared before Bai Zhi.
"Don't worry, we still have some time."
"What is your true identity? And how did you meet her?"
Without any ceremony, Bai Zhi sat down in the wicker chair and directly asked the Jar Merchant the question.
"The reason you joined this Large-scale Campaign Quest—wasn't it because of her?"
"Me? I am merely a Merchant whose