A Temporary Coordinate

Ever since Floco said he was a member of the Green Scale Clan—the people Thor knew as the Mermaid Race—Thor had suspected there was some connection between this ugly mermaid and Floco.

Although Floco had said that the Green Scale Clan had mostly migrated out of this Wizard World, the mermaids currently bred by Nephrite bore some resemblance to the Green Scale Clan.

Floco sneered. "What a disgrace."

Thor fell silent for a moment, then could only say, "The Wizard World has always been like this. The strong prey on the weak."

When an individual's power could surpass the power of a collective, the laws of the Dark Forest became all the more apparent.

Floco sat up and leaned back in imitation of Thor. "You're right. Actually, I have no right to criticize anyone, either. Look at me—I called myself the Water God in my own world, but when I encountered a Fifth Rank stronger than me out there, I was sealed beneath the sea. The Water God drowned. Heh. That person was humiliating me. But the most ridiculous part is that I died without ever finding out who killed me."

"The worlds beyond are terrifying. Even so, Tier 4 Wizards like Ophelia still work tirelessly to advance to the Fifth Rank and cross the Star Gate."

Floco fell silent, too.

Before crossing the Star Gate, he had always been proud. After crossing it, he suddenly understood even more deeply how insignificant life was.

Once the carriage fell quiet, Thor opened the door and looked outside.

The carriage had been traveling on the ground for a while and hadn't taken off again. Thor found it strange. Wouldn't flying be faster if they wanted to get there quickly?

He opened the door and asked the coachman, "Have we still not left