Since then, there have been many battles. There were various monsters as well as the angry monkeys. There were wooden monsters with bizarre faces. The ‘screaming ents’ was one of them. They threatened us with sharp roots rising from the ground. However, they had the wood attribute and the sun’s flames were their natural enemy. We simply moved forward, dominating them.

Finally, Helena opened her mouth, “We’re here. This is Garbage Village.”

I looked in the direction she pointed and saw a shabby village reflected in the subtle moonlight. It wasn’t full of garbage or anything like the name indicated. It was just an ugly little village. There were crossbow posts stationed around the village and they seemed to be intended to prevent a monster invasion.

Nevertheless, it was shabby. It was really different from Fortren. The entrance was also guarded by someone. The guard shouted vigilantly as we approached, “Who is it?!”

A spear pointed at us. The...