Two years have passed.
Green has journeyed to various coordinate points in this world, occasionally encountering one or two eccentric World Masters, or those who have become Guardians of their respective races, similar to Green in the past.
As for the Fallen Hound, it followed Green for half a month before Green released it back to the wilderness to continue being the Fallen Hound King.
Now, of over a hundred coordinate points, Green has explored the majority, plagued by doubts and worries.
Could it be that I'm wrong?
On this day, Green, his expression growing increasingly grave, arrived at a bamboo forest; according to the calculated hundred-plus coordinate points, the next coordinate should be here.
