“Welcome to Onir’s mental world. I’m greeting you on behalf of him, hehe.”

It felt as if I had traveled back in time in this world. Doom Dejire also had a knack for sending me to alternate worlds like this as well.

Anyway, the woman who spoke to me was a tall, blonde woman who appeared to be a formidable warrior. However, I quickly recognized her as Yeon-Hee. She motioned for me to be silent by placing her index finger on her lips, then guided me to one side.

There were only a few onlookers in our vicinity as most were either drunk or scattered throughout the campsite, reveling in their own festivities. I also held a bottle of alcohol in my hand, with wrinkles and scars serving as a testament to the numerous times I had been stabbed. Furthermore, I noticed a knife hanging from my waist.

“Your name is Zico. We both used to be farmers in the Forest of Wailing, but it has been a little over a year since we joined this mercenary army. The mercenary captain is teaching swordsmanship to the three of us, including Onir. We have traveled back around twenty-five years.”

I commented, “This is interesting.”

She nodded. “The stronger they are, the better mental defense system they have. Onir’s is far inferior to Ronsius’s, but it’s better than nothing. These guys are annoying.”

Yeon-Hee grumbled. Despite her changed...