It was our last day before going to the war after the reorganization.

“O-Din!”

“O-Din!”

In some ways, this could be a utopia for those who had founded the old Bilderberg Club. Everything transcended nationality, race, and religion. It was no different from having a small world government. No big issues arose even if people used different languages, and all skin colors were mixed in one space. This was indeed a miracle.

The founders of the former Bilderberg Club had hoped for this environment. They needed wars, financial crises, and political scandals to turn the world’s citizens into slaves who only moved based on their orders.

However, this world was on the verge of starting the Final Stage, so it was able to be controlled under the condition of killing monsters. No other techniques were needed to manipulate people, and everyone thought this was a tutorial. Therefore, the purpose of ordinary Awakened was the same. What they would end up doing with the abilities they obtained here once they went back to Earth was a mere side issue. Everyone’s priority was how to survive in the Final Stage and stay alive until the end.

Unfortunately, there was a truth that they didn’t know. This stage was a real battlefield, not a tutorial. Just like how the old Bilderberg Club and the new Jeonil Club had hidden the truth, I had no intention of revealing this fact to them.

“O-Din!”

“O-Din!”

For them,...