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Dathra yelled "Ouch", held his legs, and quit the battle.

Nasta began to panic. Kalki took advantage of his height and arm length to hit Nasta on the head with his stick. Nasta blocked it with his stick, but Kalki was too strong and the sticks in their hands were instantly

Everything was interrupted with a loud noise, and Nasta sat down on the ground.

All those watching were wide-eyed. Kalki ended the battle with such a brutal and direct attack.

"Wow! Won!"

"Kalki is always the best!"

The White Tiger Knight and his followers all cheered.

"Nasta, I accept it."

Kalki smiled. After exercising, his already handsome face became more energetic and his eyes were bright and alert.

The leader stretched out his hand and pulled Nastara up gracefully. The black-haired young man was slightly annoyed and had no intention of appreciating the chivalrous demeanor of the former "most handsome grand leader".

"You struck too hard." Nasta complained.

"In the future, stop playing tricks and tricking others, and learn to hit the opponent effectively." Kalki patted the young man on the shoulder.

Facing Dasra who was limping over, Kalki also greeted him in a gentle tone, "I'm very sorry for hurting you."

This honest young man could only blush and admit defeat.

"You two are very interesting and have left a deep impression on me. We don't know each other until we fight. I hope we can meet again in the future."

He whispered to the two young people, always with the gentleness and humility in his nature.

Overall, it was calm, even a little boring, so another day at the Keto base was spent. Only the underground construction of "Velsa" encountered some trouble.

This is not a problem for him, the temporary garrison commander, because these things will eventually be solved. The sky is slowly getting dark, just like all bases, relying on artificial systems to provide naturally changing lighting, giving the body's biological clock a sense of time.

"But what's the use of time?" Kalki looked at the gray sky and muttered to himself. "In a base waiting for the enemy to attack at any time, wasting life, waiting..."

He went to the dormitory bathroom to take a shower. In the small space, water rushed from all directions. He looked at the deep streak-like bruises and blood marks on his arms. All victories must come at a price, but who knows?

Are you willing to pay the price?

After drying his whole body in an instant, he put on his pajamas, walked to his cocoon-shaped bed, and prepared to fall asleep. It was like this every day, and the cycle continued. A soldier who had not fought in a war could only wait.

Then, he slowly fell into the abyss of sleep and went to another deep world...

This is a dark world, with red fluorescent groups flashing and emitting regular and uniform light like breathing, bringing some light to this completely dark world.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the dim red light allowed him to barely see. In front of him was the stiff and pale face of a dead young man, with brown hair sticking to his face, and blood flowing from his nostrils and lips.

When he came out, his head was tilted to the side in a very distorted manner, as if his head had fallen off. His eyes were slightly open, with a feeling of death, but the half-open eyes were facing him.

This is——Rama!!

He was so frightened that he immediately jumped up and sat up. For an 18-year-old boy, his reflexes were incomparably fast.
Chapter completed!