Chapter 193

For the past few days, the roar of heavy weaponry and the clash of elemental combat arts have swept through every battlefield of this primeval forest, both large and small. The agonizing cries of massive beasts and the distinctive roars of orcs have been ceaseless. Although the Black Cliff Great Rift is considered a restricted zone within the Dark Domain, it lacks any truly lethal dangers. Because the Federation military refuses to allow large-scale, stealthy creatures to threaten humanity, they conduct massive purges of this area every year. High-level Mutated Beasts are either killed or driven into the deepest reaches of the forest. The reason this place is uninhabited is simply because the orcs have no reason to set foot here. There is no profit to be made, and one risks contamination by a strange Mutated Substance that orcs find baffling. Who would come here? Everything has changed now, however, because a complete idiot posted a mission at the Mercenary Guild: harvest a local specialty from the Black Cliff Great Rift, and receive a reward of one hundred million! And so, dozens of teams have charged headlong into the Black Cliff Great Rift. Naturally, some who fancied themselves clever dismissed it as a trap and stayed away. They were destined to regret that choice.