Crusoe was on his way back with the Death Corps after a grueling week of special training. He thought, ‘Four levels? We’ll see.’

When Minhyuk gained ownership of Atlas territory, the additional 700-strong troop given to him were all at Level 370. Considering that normal territories only had troops at around Level 200~250, the level of the troops given to him was suitable enough for the legendary territory.

But would their levels rise by four after a week? The answer was most definitely NO. This was what Crusoe wholeheartedly believed, knowing that they were being trained by those strange and weird people! It would definitely be impossible. Perhaps they could only increase the troops’ level by one at most. And the worst possible outcome?

‘I hope it’s not the case, but they might have just wasted their time doing nothing.’

If that happened, then Crusoe would definitely unleash his wrath. Just as they were trekking the road that led to the entrance of the territory…

“One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!”

…Crusoe saw the troops running in a straight line. When he turned to look at the training grounds, he saw the soldiers well-versed in swords practicing their swordsmanship,...