Two years passed.
Green traveled between the various coordinates he had obtained in this world. From time to time, he encountered one or two World Lords who marched to their own drum, or World Lords who had become guardians of their clans, just as Green once had.
As for that Fallen Hound, after following Green for half a month, Green released it back into the wilds, where it continued to be the king of the Fallen Hounds.
By now, Green had explored more than half of the hundred-odd coordinates. Doubts and worries continued to plague him.
Could it be that he had been wrong?
That day, the increasingly grave Green arrived at a bamboo forest. According to the calculations for the hundred-odd coordinates, the next coordinate should have been here.
These were bizarre bamboos that resembled towering spires. Unlike the bamboos that grew in the warm temperate climate of the Wizard World, the bamboos here were jointed as well, but their interiors were not hollow. Instead, they served as nests for soft-bodied Mud Monsters. Though peculiar, neither the bamboo nor the Mud Monsters were worth researching, so Green, as a Stigmata Sorcerer, paid them no heed.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak...
Occasionally, he stepped on a bamboo shoot beneath his feet, causing the juvenile Mud Monsters inside to shriek. After Green passed by, the crushed Mud Monsters gathered themselves back into a lump and crawled away elsewhere.
After circling this vast bamboo forest several times, Green felt something profoundly strange: he could not find the coordinate he had calculated!
It was like drawing a circle and obtaining a coordinate inside it, yet Green kept searching while circling outside the ring. No matter how he searched, he would never find that precise coordinate.
It was also like a strip of vegetable leaf