The Salt Desert — where white pearl crumbs ripened under the scorching sun, was filled with ferns and long tropical trees that resembled palm trees.

There, a human figure dropped from the sky.

Splash!

The splashing and the subsequent sinking noise were unusually loud. Kazuki, who had finished setting up a campsite, was resting under his tent when his gaze was forced towards the lake. The white pillar of water that shot up from the middle sprayed in all directions.

As the head and back of a young man appeared on the water, Kazuki realized Stage 3 had ended.

He expected it to take a few days at the very least, but it seemed to have ended rather quickly.

“Seol!”

He called Seol Jihu’s name out loud, but the young man didn’t budge. He only floated around with his head in the water.

Only then did he realize that something was off.

He immediately began running before coming to a halt. This was because Chohong, who had been fooling around in the middle of the oasis, had suddenly jumped in.

“Wake up!”

When Seol Jihu didn’t react to her close screaming, she quickly dragged him out of the water.

“Heeeeeeey!”

Worried that he was dead, Chohong shook his body crazily, and Seol Jihu’s body fluttered like a flag during a storm.

“What are you doing!? Are you retarded!?”

Maria ran over in a hurry and kicked Chohong’s butt hard. This was because it was a taboo to thoughtlessly manhandle an unconscious person, whose injuries were unknown.

Seol Jihu’s eyes were half-open. But his dazed state clearly showed that his consciousness was jaded.

“I don’t notice any outside injuries.”

Kazuki murmured after quickly scanning Seol Jihu’s body. Maria chanted a healing spell, but when it didn’t seem all that effective, she clicked her tongue.

“You’re right. It is his mind, not his body, that is injured.”

“Can you treat him?”

“Mental treatment can only be given by an extreme...