Black Tortoise Lake...by the lakeside.
A man in beach shorts, carrying a Fishing Rod, and an exceedingly beautiful woman were strolling along the lakeside... The man intended to catch some fish to serve as ingredients for dinner.
The woman occasionally picked wildflowers, fruits, and mushrooms along the way... The basket in her hand was filled to the brim, clearly showing that they had reaped a bountiful harvest.
When they reached a place covered in fallen blossoms, they stopped.
The man frowned slightly.
Beneath a cherry tree lay several men dressed in black. They had already stopped breathing... The stove for boiling tea on the picnic blanket had long since gone cold.
"It looks like they were poisoned." The beautiful woman examined them briefly. "Yes... There's poison in the tea."
Using the Fishing Rod in his hand, the man flipped one of the corpses over, only to find that the dead man's entire body had already begun to rot, making his original appearance impossible to identify.
"What should we do?" the beautiful woman asked curiously.
"Since we ran into them, let's bury them." The man spoke casually. "Put up a nameless gravestone."
The woman smiled without saying anything. After all these years, she knew that the man had always had this habit.
At first... he had been buried once, too.
Chiwang Tomb... Floor Five, an endless world of rain.
Fine rain always fell from the sky. The damp world made people uncomfortable after staying in it for even a few seconds... At the same time, this was clearly an area teeming with countless insect monsters.
The only advantage was that the ceaseless rainwater could quickly conceal the smell left behind by burning gunpowder.
In the rain forest, a straw hat slowly descended through the air... Its brim