The Shepherd Boy and the Saint Warrior

Mars, Whether observed from outer space

or walked upon in person, this planet was filled, as far as the eye could see, with crimson mountains.

Weathered rocks lay across the land like serrated sharp blades; sandstorms that often lasted for months swept red grit into the sky, staining even the heavens crimson.

So when a patch of green suddenly appeared before the many veterans, the shock was unimaginable.

"Is this really Mars?"

Alexander, the black rapper, looked as though his whole worldview had collapsed.

Though he came from a gangster rap background, he had actually earned straight A's in school, and his company was even called "A+."

In fact, most rappers were well educated. Without a solid education, how were they supposed to compose music and write lyrics? As for street experience, that was just a "persona."

Thus, seeing grasslands on Mars was not only shattering his worldview—it was challenging everything he had learned.

"Don't doubt yourself, Alex."

The middle-aged man codenamed "Magician" pointed at his eyes.

"My eyes, enhanced with Eagle Eye and True Sight, tell me that it is indeed a grassland."

"If an Illusion Technique can fool everyone here, then we might as well pick a comfortable position and wait for death."

There were dozens of them, all elites among the veterans. Everyone who had been able to calmly escape after being ambushed by those Spartan warriors was here.

As for those unlucky fools who were not good at escaping?

You were already surviving in Nightmare Space—did you still not understand the importance of preparing an escape route?!

There were always ways to handle a mission, and a BOSS could be challenged several times. But if they lost on the spot, there would be no second chance.

That was why every one of these "veterans" was first-rate