The shouts of battle echoed across the battlefield.
Parents' Meeting.
Giant Race.
Fire Pit.
Knight Organization.
Before returning to the Eastern Continent, Qing Chen had heard of legendary stories involving himself and the people in front of him.
In the dimly lit safe house, Yi spoke softly while eating cookies, and he listened.
Back then, it felt like listening to an audiobook, not even considering the protagonist to be himself.
Everything in that story seemed distant to him as a 17-year-old high school student, completely lacking in relatability.
At this moment, Qing Chen watched as the giants appeared before him like ancient gods, stomping across the mountains and earth like a group of Kuafu chasing the sun.
The moment the over five thousand giants collided with the Orcs Army, the orc soldiers in front toppled like dominoes.
