Bab 211: Jetlag (IV)

In the midst of the serene rural landscape, there lay a small village surrounded by breathtaking, untamed nature. Vast stretches of green meadows and towering forests blended into the mesmerizing beauty of the natural world. Majestic mountains stood tall, embracing the village, creating an unparalleled view.

The atmosphere in this village was always peaceful. Its residents were busy with their daily activities. Farmers tended to their farms, caring for their beloved cattle. Children played cheerfully in the streets, laughing and running with joy. Villagers greeted each other warmly, creating a close-knit atmosphere of togetherness.

However, beneath this harmony, a real threat loomed over them. About 20 kilometers from the village, there was a massive dimensional gate with a bright orange glow. Police lines surrounded the gate tightly, separating mystery from everyday life.