The New Nation

In a world filled with deathly silence and danger.

Not a single living thing could be found across the entire continent. Undead, existing in the form of wraiths, drifted endlessly through the air.

The void twisted, and countless lines converged, forming something like a doorway. Two figures stepped out from its center.

"Large Quest World—Necropolis! A brand-new world..."

Charles looked at the prompt from Main God Space, his expression grim. "Any news?"

"We have some. Those idiots really were ambushed by the Hermit Society. The Sacred Sword was wiped out, and the rest are barely clinging to life!"

Lolita answered with a displeased look. "They even used an X-class voucher and a world-class item, and still managed to make such a mess of it. What a bunch of useless fools!"

"Hey, hey... I can't just pretend I didn't hear that, Your Majesty the Blood Queen!"

A feeble voice came from the oddly shaped walkie-talkie in Lolita's hand. "The reason our mission went badly at first was simply that we had a traitor. But we've already rooted him out, and... the Hermit Society has at least been successfully held off here, hasn't it? With the time flow altered as it is now, by the time our plan is set in motion and the Hermit Society is wiped out in the real world, their elite forces will still be here!"

"Oh? The Sands of Time have been activated successfully?"

A hint of delight appeared on Charles's face. "That really is good news."

"We're on opposing sides. The key to the mission's success or failure is the Wraith Lord at the center of this continent! The pathfinder powder will lead you here. Hurry—we need reinforcements!"

The voice from the walkie-talkie was not only weak, but also almost pleading. Such urgency made both Charles