Wretched

Looking at the corpses before him, Augustine, no matter how strong he usually was, shed tears at last. These had all once been the family's elites, the family's future.

As he placed each body into a corpse bag, he silently looked over the faces of the dead on the ground.

This was Fifth Brother from Second Uncle's family. This was Seventh Brother from Third Uncle's family. This was...

For the first time, Augustine hated this world. Why had they come here to explore?

Time slowly passed. Once he had finished collecting the last body, he raised his head and looked in Dole's direction. Dole was still standing there, the light around him flickering on and off as though he were doing something.

Augustine slowly rose to his feet, his expression a tangled mix of anguish, regret, and hatred. Standing before Dole, he said slowly, "Let's go back. Thank you."

Dole lifted his head blankly, then his gaze swiftly focused, as though he had emerged from some state. He glanced at Augustine and said slowly, "You owe me a favor."

Augustine said nothing, merely nodding.

Yellow light spread from Dole's body again, and the two entered the wall once more.

This time, they did not waste much time and headed straight for their destination. As they walked, Augustine observed everything, trying to see the true face of this world clearly, while Dole simply passed through without even looking.

Watching Dole's back, Augustine's expression was hard to describe. The other man had known the truth of this world more than ten days ago, while he himself had been like a fool, knowing nothing. The gap in information, the gap in methods!

He just did not know how far the other man's research had progressed, or how much he had learned about the