Many Origins were stunned, angry, and unwilling. They felt humiliated.
But under Lynn's crushing authority, they had no choice but to follow the main group and get up for the training march.
And so.
On that very day.
A spectacular sight appeared in Hell.
Hundreds of Origins renowned throughout Hell lined up around the central continental plate where Dark Night City stood, following the sea and mountains as they were forced, humiliated, into this long training march.
Compared with traversing all of Hell, merely running around a continental plate was relatively easy.
But that was only relatively speaking.
For the Origins who specialized in speed or could fly, however, this was hardly a challenge. They could complete hundreds or thousands of training laps at speeds far beyond those of the other Origins.
But Lynn would never give them the opportunity to exploit their advantages.
Because he had established a standard.
For example: today's task was to run three thousand five hundred laps.
If even one Origin failed to finish within the allotted time, every Origin would be punished together!
And the punishment was naturally very simple.
Everyone would be thrown into the Sea of the Mind to endure ten years of mountains of blades, seas of fire, slashing swords, and lightning strikes in a dream created by laws.
As for why?
It was simple.
"Because you are a legion, a team! If you don't understand how to cooperate wholeheartedly, what kind of team are you?"
And so.
On the first day of training, because thirty-five Origins failed to meet the standard, everyone received a free trip through the mountains of blades and seas of fire in the Sea of the Mind.
Although it did no damage to their bodies, the mental torment was absolutely excruciating.
Some tried to revolt.
But