A borderland.
An SUV crawled along at a leisurely pace.
There was only one person in the vehicle—the driver. He was barely thirty, yet his face was rough and weathered.
He wore sunglasses to shield his eyes from the blinding sunlight.
Looking into the distance, the continuous mountain range resembled a natural barrier protecting this land.
A thin mist lingered around the mountain peaks, like a lovestruck woman unable to leave.
The air along the highway was damp, carrying the fresh scent of soil and greenery.
Sunlight streamed through the sparse clouds and spilled across the hillsides, forming mottled patterns of light and shadow.
Under the sunlight, dewdrops on the grass sparkled brightly, brimming with vitality.
But that vitality no longer belonged to the vast majority of humanity.
Anyone with a little common sense knew how dangerous it was to walk alone along a wilderness highway.
Never mind the Jambu Realm Space that could suddenly open, the giant beasts that occasionally appeared, or the parasites that might be hiding in the grass or beneath the trees.
The highway bandits who robbed and pillaged with extreme brutality alone were enough to make people afraid to travel by themselves.
Most of those people had Red Poison in their bodies and were beyond saving, so they indulged in madness during the final days of their lives.
They were not afraid of death at all. To them, death might even be a form of release.
Therefore, there was nothing those people would not do. They had lost all humanity, and human morality could no longer restrain them.
However.
The person driving alone at that moment seemed afraid of nothing.
That was why he dared to travel alone.
Gradually, the trees around them became denser.
A moment later, the SUV drove into a forest.
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