Bab 59: Entering the Sealand

On the seaside of the dark forest, a tall man carelessly stood watching the group of participants return in pathetic states. Some limped, some stumbled, and some ran out running from the dark forest, their perfect appearances and neat dressing from two weeks ago completely gone.

Of the thousand participants, only about one tenth of them survived, the rest remaining behind as either more bones or fertilizer for the soil. As the injured survivors limped to the front of the tall man, they deeply bowed their heads, shame coloring their faces at their own appearance.

Looking around, they were surprised by the small number of participants left, and thinking of the possible outcome of those unreturned, they shivered.