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Adrian beheld at the fabled mountain. It was once a mountain of trash. Now, it was only composed of sand.

His eyes became blurry as memories flooded his brain. It was the time when he picked up scraps to sell.

“Dumbass. I have no time to be a child. Man up, Adrian! That thing is still far, far away.” He grinned with a long persuasion on his part.

“The shortest route is here.” Adrian looked down and saw a pride of Sand Lions. While scanning the route, he took a paper from his pocket.

“Meet up, seventy-one days after the Second Subjugation of the East. You need to hurry, I’m ill.”

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“Ill…” Adrian knew what the writer was talking about. He couldn’t help but recalled each subjugation. It symbolized humanity’s attempt to kill the Crime Lords.

“Two Subjugation of the East, Three Subjugation of the West, One Subjugation of the North, no attempt at the South. All subjugations are deemed a failure. All information regarding them is basically useless.”

“Moreover, anyone who has made contact with a Crime Lord was plagued by an incurable sickness. And another contact would result in sure death.”

Adrian grinned. “In conclusion, each human has two chances. I still have all my chances but this new comrade only has one last chance. Fortunately, I saw the Lonely Bulletin in West Town.”

He sighed. That West Town was as desolate as the desert. He wondered if there was even a human at all.

“I can only hope… that you are still alive. After all, you still have one chance. Use it well.”

“Me too. I hope to maximize my chances. Two chances, two Crime Lords! Hahaha! I’ll die happy!” Even though he knew how unrealistic his thoughts were, he remained positive.

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