They had been fighting for a while when Robb eventually reached them. Several arrows remained in the bipedal dragon, which was charred by magic. The Soldier's shield was deformed and rugged all over its surface, which implied it had been hit by some violent impacts. His faulds had a piece torn out of them, and his thighs were bleeding, staining his trousers. The Archer was in no better condition, with a deep claw mark on his shoulder.

I turned on the computer to locate my current physical location was Beaver City, Japan. The time indicator of the bottom right corner of the computer screen displayed as it was late in the morning, and the date said it was December. When I lost consciousness, it was early June; I had lost months, if it truly was December. A bird singing outside snapped me out of my deep thoughts. I walked over to the window and opened it. I couldn’t help but shiver as the cold are rushed into the bedroom. It was then I realized that the heat was on and not the air conditioning; it was no longer summer. I calmed myself down to scrutinize all the facts I had. I had to consider this hypothesis which was likely to make me sound crazy. A supernatural force had rendered me unconscious and transported me to a different time and space. It goes without saying that that cell must somehow be associated with all of this. Well, this was not a theory that I found hard to embrace, given that I am the living proof of the existence of supernatural forces. I AM META.

However, those undead would not regard Tepal as one of them. Tepal avoided them. While walking around, he found a pit with about three or four bodies buried in it. The body parts in the pit were attached to each other in a complete mess, and it was impossible to decipher what part belonged to who. 　　Seeing all these bodies scattered about, Tepal wondered if this place had been an ancient battlefield. 　　He squatted down and drew a circle around the pit, setting up the area for a spell he intended to cast. He then found a few corpse maggots, attached them to his spiritual power, crushed them into juice, and threw them into the pit. This would act as a bridge for him to cast spells with his spiritual power.

Roy was pondering over his life at this moment. It was because he had been reincarnated. To be exact, he remembered his previous life. Roy, in his previous life, was a straight twenty-year-old college student. He came from an ordinary family, lacked the romance history that he could brag about to others. If one had to list a few things to distinguish him from other people, then he was a stay-at-home type of person; he liked reading novels, binge-watching and playing online games. He knew what he was supposed to know for his age. However, a most ordinary person was picked by God to have a most extraordinary experience. And now here he was. He was Roy Akas now, the only son of the Akas House in St. Mestre Theocracy, one of the three most powerful countries in the continent. He was the heir of this old lineage.