There were three people before him.
One was a burly martial artist wearing gauntlets, his shrewd eyes surveying the surroundings.
One was a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy in a black uniform, his expression reserved.
The last was a tall, lean man with dark skin, bare-chested, a grass skirt around his waist, and three skulls hanging from his chest. He had a uniquely savage air about him.
As they prepared for battle, they quickly sized up Gu Qingshan.
—Perhaps because Gu Qingshan was a newcomer, neither the boy nor the tall man paid him any attention.
The friendly-looking martial artist was the one who spoke:
"Listen, newbie."
"You must be a powerful professional in the world you came from, right?"
Gu Qingshan was taken aback.
Put that way, it didn't seem wrong.
The martial artist studied his expression and continued, "Every one of us transported here represents the world we came from. We're the strongest people in our respective worlds."
"Here, you have to complete an endless series of exploration missions. If you succeed, you'll survive, and your world will benefit. Otherwise, you'll die."
"Die? We're all so strong. How could we die?" Gu Qingshan asked, bewildered.
The martial artist stared at Gu Qingshan in puzzlement. "You're a newcomer, but how can you not know anything?"
Gu Qingshan was a little confused, too.
This place had been built by the Four Evil Gods. At the very least, with Mother of Myriad Lands' capabilities, it should have been arranged flawlessly. Surely there should have been some sort of explanation for a newcomer like him.
But there was nothing.
"I entered this place by accident," Gu Qingshan said. "Maybe people who arrive unexpectedly, like me, are a special case?"
"You should have received an introduction, then been given a weapon suited to your