Deep within the dense mountain forest, Kevin Jin was moving swiftly. More than five hours ago, just as dawn was breaking, the four of them had accidentally stumbled into a teleportation array and were abruptly separated.
He held a meter-long stick made from the spine of some animal, batting away yet another Ghost and Monster that lunged at him—this was the two hundred and seventy-third one in these past five hours. A frequency of dealing with a Ghost and Monster almost every single minute made him feel, for the very first time, that he was already fifty-two years old.
Kevin Jin leaned against a large tree to rest. His meticulously styled short hair was somewhat disheveled at the moment, and his suit jacket was covered in mud. In the past fifty-two years, when had he ever been in such a sorry state?
Chapter 180