In the Northernmost Land of the New Continent, there was a vast icefield frozen from the inside out by ice and snow.
Few outsiders had ever set foot there. Adventurers who loved exploration affectionately called it the "Death Icefield."
According to legend, only a ninth-level adventurer who met the promotion requirements could obtain the map to this place through the terminal, along with the quest to enter it.
So long as they could reach Adventurer's Pinnacle and complete the quest, they could break through the shackles of their level in one stroke and enter an entirely new realm.
The Adventurer God! Thus, everyone believed that the mysterious headquarters of the Adventurers' Alliance had moved here after that incident.
Unfortunately, the Death Icefield was an existence that even the cold-loving Northern Land could not endure for long. Its daily temperature had never risen above minus twenty degrees.
The natural environment here had completely cut off interference from the outside world and blocked the possibility of The Big Three Families' territories advancing here again.
Even if they hid here and openly told their enemies where they were, it would be difficult for the enemy to transport weapons and combat equipment here for use.
To this day, this was the extent of the information available about the headquarters. No further news had reached the outside world.
However, there were always exceptions.
On an otherwise ordinary day, in a large base thirty meters beneath the ice layer in the depths of the Death Icefield,
an adventurer with the ID "War God" logged on. The base, which had moved here and lived peacefully for several years, entered a state of tense combat readiness for the first time.
Throughout the steel-forged base, scarlet lights flashed everywhere.
The staff responsible for maintaining the base were thrown into