At the foot of an Active Volcano.
Thick smoke erupted from the summit from time to time, and volcanic ash occasionally drifted down.
At the base of the mountain, pools of magma could be seen here and there.
The surrounding area was extremely barren, with hardly any sign of human habitation.
There were, however, several abandoned villages and farmlands.
There were also some tents beside a few hot springs.
In the past, volcanic ash had made the fields here exceptionally fertile, with yields per acre that had been extraordinarily high for the feudal era.
But after industrialization, the area had been abandoned.
This was because the volcano had erupted twice in succession, less than ten years apart. Each eruption had blanketed an area hundreds of kilometers around it in volcanic ash.
At such a high frequency, even the boldest commoners could not endure it.
Only the bravest explorers and Travelers unafraid of death dared to come here, exploring the volcano and enjoying its hot springs and magma.
But Li Si did not care about that at all.
After all, he could survive here for eight months at most.
Why would he care about what happened ten years later?
At this moment.
Li Si carried heavy luggage: two large suitcases that could roll across rough terrain.
Muttering, "Why couldn't they give me a Personal Space?" he followed the tour group to a hot spring.
There was a temporary hotel made of tents here.
The fees were quite high.
Li Si did not check in. In fact, once he arrived, he had separated from the tour group.
Because he knew that the tour group would soon erupt into internal conflict after the apocalypse.
The reason was simple: they had not brought much in the way of supplies.
And Li Si had no