He Built a Luxurious Wooden House on the Border, Soaking in Hot Springs and Basking in the Sun Every Day

The wind in the mine was damp and cold.

It whistled straight down their collars.

The Suicide Corps member hugged his shoulders.

He spoke through shivers:

"My lord, something sounds wrong. I'm scared."

"What are you scared of? Just follow me."

Sen kept both hands in his pockets.

His wooden clogs clacked against the stones.

A red light shone deep in the mine tunnel.

Clank, clank, clank.

The clang of heavy iron echoed underground.

A huge, rusty iron puppet emerged.

Its joints grated harshly, and its red eyes flashed wildly.

"The old dog had good security. Even rigged up this hunk of iron."

Sen curled his lip and tilted his head to look.

"Intruder... eliminate..."

The puppet roared and threw a punch.

The force of its fist sent broken stones swirling.

The Suicide Corps member covered his head, crouching on the ground and trembling.

"My bones will rust if I don't move around."

Sen didn't dodge. He extended his right hand.

His fingers shifted slightly, then flicked.

"Wood Release: Cutting Sprigs."

Several green shoots as thin as chopsticks sprouted.

They surged in the wind, growing into thick lengths of wood.

The wooden stakes pierced the iron armor and jammed the gears.

The iron puppet's red eyes flashed wildly as it struggled in vain.

Its iron fist froze in midair, unable to descend.

A thick tree root twisted, crushing the hunk of iron.

Scraps of iron hit the ground, splashing muddy water.

"That... it's already over?"

The Suicide Corps member sprawled on the ground, staring in shock.

The old puppet hadn't lasted even a second.

Sen brushed off a light dusting of ash and headed toward the stone door.

A moss-covered stone door stood at the end of the tunnel.

Sen slapped his palm against it.

Wooden vines squeezed through the