"Eternal Night Continent, promoted to level six."

However.

The next moment—

The long-abandoned Teleportation Formation beside them, wrapped in oilcloth, suddenly lit up. Two members of the Mortal Domain War Pavilion appeared on the open ground, escorting a man whose legs were trembling.

At the sight of this.

The nearly twenty prisoners on the platform froze, then rushed forward in wild delight.

"Sir!"

"I—I was sentenced to three years back then. Now... has my sentence ended?"

The leading member of the Mortal Domain War Pavilion swept his gaze around and said coldly.

"Have you all lost your minds?"

"Everyone imprisoned here has a thirty-year sentence. What three-year sentence? A three-year sentence wouldn't land you here."

"Keep waiting."

"Spend your time reflecting on what you did wrong. We've brought you a newcomer, too."

With that.

They dumped the Shopkeeper there, left another batch of food supplies, and set up a Food Preservation Formation before departing.

The Teleportation Formation dimmed again.

Leaving the prisoners staring at one another.

It seemed... it really had been thirty years.

"Never mind, then."

The middle-aged man who had looked so listless earlier let out a long breath and immediately perked up. He had thought he had been kept here for years beyond his sentence. Knowing that wasn't the case made him feel much better.

Soon, his eyes lit up. He walked over to the newcomer and looked the fat man with trembling legs up and down.

"How many years did you get?"

"Th-three years."

"They put you here for three years?"

"The Mortal Domain is about to leave this world, so they put me here while they were at it."

"What does one have to do with the other?"

"No idea. That's what the soldiers escorting me said."

"What do you do?" The middle-aged man glanced at the large pile of food supplies